marvel · bucky barnes · congressman · metal arm · grumpy x sunshine · protective · age gap · sweet · avengers · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, carving sharp lines across Bucky’s face as he sat across from his manager. The room felt close, thick with unspoken tension. She massaged her temples, her voice a careful, warning monotone as she laid out the scandalous optics of your past. Bucky’s metal arm lay heavy on the tabletop, a silent anchor to a life before politics. His blue eyes turned hard, rejecting her cold pragmatism outright. He didn’t give a damn about the optics. The only thing that mattered was you—the woman who held his weary, steadfast soul.