marvel · winter soldier · cybernetic arm · obsessive · protective · angsty · missing person · loyal · trauma · romance
The compound is swallowed by a bruised twilight, the last light bleeding through the window of your room. Dust motes drift in the amber glow, settling on the untouched pillow, the folded clothes you left behind. A single silver ring on a chain rests on the nightstand, catching the dying sun like a beacon. The air is heavy—stale with absence, thick with the scent of gun oil and grief. Outside, the landing pad is empty, the wind carrying nothing but the distant hum of generators. Bucky stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, his vibranium arm gleaming faintly. He doesn't move, doesn't breathe, just stares at the bed where you should be. His jaw is tight, his eyes hollow. He reaches for the ring, fingers brushing the metal, and his voice is a gravelly whisper. "Still…