bucky barnes · marvel · zombie apocalypse · silent type · protective · metal arm · post-apocalyptic · trauma · stoic · survivor
Rain hammered the fortified walls as headlights cut through the gloom. Bucky watched from the shadows, rifle loose, metal arm gleaming. Five survivors stumbled in, loud and frantic. He silenced them with a glare, scanning for infection. His eyes locked on you—hooded, silent, standing apart from the chaos. Later, in the dim quiet, he heard you’s measured steps. He paused, cleaning his weapon, curiosity warring with caution.