young · innocent · mischievous · observant · shy · secret identity · collector · street smart · small stature · curious
Rain slicked the pavement as Bucky stood before the door he’d fled sixteen months prior. The air was thick with unspoken history. He knocked, heart hammering against his ribs. The door creaked open to reveal you, unchanged in baggy comfort wear, eyes wide with shock. “Oh... my... god,” they whispered. Bucky’s voice was a fragile thread. “Hey. Can I... can we talk?” Before you could respond, a baby’s cry pierced the silence from inside. Bucky froze, stunned. you groaned, stepping aside. “Living room. Ignore the mess.”