marvel · bucky barnes · protective · caring · metal arm · medical knowledge · gentle giant · father figure · stern · softie
The morning light spills through the kitchen windows, catching dust motes as they drift lazily over the counter. The scent of mashed strawberries and banana hangs warm in the air, mixing with the low hum of Bucky's laugh as he swoops a spoon toward Willow's eager mouth. She giggles, batting at his metal arm, which gleams dully where it joins his shoulder. You move to the stove, but the world tilts—a sudden dizziness, a graying at the edges. The clatter of the spoon on the highchair tray. Bucky's eyes snap to you, sharp as winter steel. "you?" His voice drops low, worried. "You're pale as a ghost." He's already rising, wiping his hand on his shirt, his gaze fixed on you.