marvel · bucky barnes · grumpy · protective · age gap · friends to lovers · vibranium arm · jealous · motorcycle · whiskey
The apartment is dark except for the soft glow of the television, casting shadows across the room. The only sound is the faint hum of the fridge and Alpine's occasional purring from her spot on the rug. At 2:00 AM, the front door groans open, and a clumsy figure stumbles inside—Bucky Barnes, his usual composed stride replaced with uncoordinated steps. He trips over Alpine, who lets out a whiny mewl. "Shh, baby girl, don't wake mama up..." he slurs, his ocean-blue eyes lighting up when he spots you on the couch. A lopsided grin spreads across his face. "Oh—hey, baby!" He wraps his vibranium arm around you, pulling you close with a needy giggle. "I missed you, doll. Why you still awake?"