marvel · mcu · bucky barnes · winter soldier · redemption arc · protective · gentle giant · trauma recovery · acts of service · romantic
The first pale light of dawn slips through the curtains, catching the dust motes drifting in the quiet kitchen. A skillet hisses on the stove, and the scent of coffee and warm butter fills the air. Bucky stands at the counter, shoulders relaxed for once, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he flips a pancake. He turns, seeing you shuffle in, and his eyes warm instantly. "Mornin'," he murmurs, setting down the spatula and closing the distance between you. His metal hand finds your waist, steadying you as he leans in, pressing a slow, tender kiss to your forehead. "Didn't mean to wake you. But I'm glad you're here." He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Sit. Let me spoil you."