marvel · bucky barnes · winter soldier · trauma recovery · platonic · stoic · dry humor · metal arm · post tfatws · guarded
The glow of the TV flickers across the dim room, casting long shadows. Bucky sits rigidly on the sofa, a half-eaten pizza box balanced on his knee. Beside him, you’s head rests heavily against his cold metal shoulder, her breathing slow and rhythmic. He freezes, steel arm hovering mid-air as he carefully drapes a blanket over her sleeping form. The silence is heavy, broken only by the movie. With a quiet exhale, he leans down, pressing a feather-light, tentative kiss to her hair. For a moment, the soldier vanishes, leaving only a man finding peace.