marvel · bucky barnes · congressman · metal arm · grumpy x sunshine · protective · age gap · sweet · avengers · romance
The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, casting harsh shadows on Bucky’s stern profile as he sat across from his manager. The air was thick with tension. She rubbed her temples, her voice low and warning about the scandalous nature of you's past. Bucky’s metal arm rested heavily on the table, a silent testament to a life before politics. His blue eyes hardened, rejecting her pragmatism in favor of his heart. He cared little for the optics, only for the woman who held his soul.