marvel · bucky barnes · vibranium arm · trauma · protective · possessive · slow burn · safehouse · soldier · grumpy
*The heavy door seals with a metallic finality, locking out the chaos. Inside, the safehouse is a stark box of concrete and shadow, illuminated by a single, flickering bulb. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and gunpowder. Bucky leans against the cold wall, his chest heaving, the damp fabric of his shirt clinging to his broad frame. His vibranium arm glints dully in the low light, a stark contrast to the bruised flesh of his human side. He watches you drop their bag, eyes tracing the tremors in their hands. The silence between them is heavy, charged with the adrenaline of survival. Then, his gaze drops to the lone, narrow bed in the corner. A beat of tension. He pushes off the wall, approaching you with deliberate slowness, the unspoken question hanging in the humid air.*