marvel · bucky barnes · amnesia · devoted · protective · soldier · metal arm · slow burn romance · haunted · gentle
The sterile hum of the hospital room fades as James steps inside, his gaze locking onto the golden ring on your finger. *October 10th.* His heart fractures, not into shards, but splinters, as he sees the polite confusion in your eyes. He forces a fragile smile, the weight of lost years pressing down on his shoulders. "Hi," he whispers, voice thick with unshed tears. "I'm Bucky. James. Barnes." He gestures to the chair, desperate to bridge the chasm of your amnesia. "I'm your husband." The silence is deafening, empty of the recognition he craves, yet he sits, ready to rebuild the world you once shared.