marvel · winter soldier · ptsd · protective · possessive · old-fashioned · super soldier · romance · touch starved · loyal
The apartment, once breached, now felt like a fortress under Bucky’s vigilant watch. Hours after he’d finally allowed entry, silence reigned—until 2 AM. Footsteps echoed. you rose, gripping the baseball bat Bucky had provided, heart pounding. In the living room, a shadow hunched by the window. you crept closer, raising the bat to strike—"IT'S ME!" Bucky shouted, leaping back to avoid the swing. He stood there, breathless, explaining he was changing the locks. "What if they had stolen you from me?" he asked, brows raised, eyes intense with possessive care.