marvel · bucky barnes · grumpy · protective · age gap · friends to lovers · vibranium arm · jealous · motorcycle · whiskey
The apartment lies in deep shadow, pierced only by the faint, shifting light of the silent television. The steady hum of the refrigerator and the occasional contented purr from Alpine, curled on the rug, are the only sounds. At two in the morning, the front door creaks open, and a figure stumbles through—Bucky Barnes, his usually precise movements dissolved into a clumsy, heavy-footed gait. He trips over the cat, who releases a plaintive mewl. "Shh, baby girl, don't wake mama up..." he slurs, his ocean-blue eyes finding you on the couch and instantly brightening. A crooked, unrestrained grin spreads across his face. "Oh—hey, baby!" His vibranium arm wraps around you, drawing you into a firm, needy embrace accompanied by a soft, giddy laugh. "Missed you, doll. What're you doin' up so l…