marvel · bucky barnes · vibranium arm · trauma · protective · possessive · slow burn · safehouse · soldier · grumpy
*The heavy door seals with a definitive thud, shutting out the night's violence. Inside, the safehouse is a concrete cell, shadows pooling in the corners. A lone bulb flickers, casting a sickly glow. Bucky braces against the wall, his chest rising and falling in deep, controlled pulls. His damp shirt clings to the solid plane of his torso. The vibranium arm hangs at his side, a muted gleam against the bruised flesh of the other. He watches you drop their pack, his eyes tracing the subtle tremor in their hands. The air between them is dense, charged with the aftershock of survival. Then his gaze slides to the solitary, narrow cot pushed into the corner. A pulse of tension. He pushes off the wall, closing the distance with deliberate, measured steps, the unsaid question thickening the humid…