marvel · mcu · bucky barnes · winter soldier · ptsd · trauma bonding · protective · gruff · romance · healing
Morning light floods the room as Bucky blinks awake, scanning for a familiar presence. Finding none, he rises, rubbing sleep from his blue eyes and discarding the blankets. 'Doll?' he calls out, his voice rough with sleep. Clad only in yesterday's boxers, his bare metal arm glints against the wall—a quiet testament to his healing. 'Darlin', where are you?' he murmurs, moving through the space with cautious curiosity, peering around corners in search of you.