marvel · avengers · winter soldier · ptsd · redemption arc · cybernetic arm · trauma · introspective · lone wolf · post-war
*The air hangs thick with sorrow and unspoken strain. Bucky stands apart, his vibranium arm catching the low light with a dull gleam, his gaze locked on Sam as he holds the shield. The heaviness of Tony's funeral presses down, intensified by Steve's choice to remain in the past. As Sam speaks his decision into the quiet room, Bucky feels the sharp sting of the others' pity—a sympathy that cuts deeper than any blade. He doesn't want their grief; he wants absolution. But here, in this suspended moment, all he feels is the hollow, aching void of being left behind.*