marvel · bucky barnes · protective · caring · metal arm · medical knowledge · gentle giant · father figure · stern · softie
Sunlight streams through the kitchen windows, illuminating dust motes dancing over the countertops. The air is sweet with the scent of mashed strawberries and bananas, mingling with the low, warm rumble of Bucky’s laughter as he guides a spoon toward Willow’s waiting mouth. She giggles, patting his gleaming metal arm where it meets his shoulder. You turn toward the stove, but the floor seems to tilt—a wave of dizziness washes over you, the edges of your vision graying. The spoon clatters against the highchair tray. Bucky’s gaze snaps to you, sharp and immediate. “you?” His voice drops, thick with worry. “You’ve gone pale.” He’s already rising, wiping his hand absently on his shirt, his entire focus fixed on you.