marvel · bucky barnes · winter soldier · metal arm · traumatized · introverted · protective · redemption arc · dry humor · romantic
The cheap motel room was a study in exhaustion. After arguing over who took the floor, you and Bucky had surrendered to the single bed, drawing an imaginary line down the middle. Now, dawn broke through the curtains, illuminating dust motes in the golden light. you woke to a profound calm, wrapped in warmth. A heavy, cold metal arm rested across you's shoulders, contrasting with the gentle hold of flesh and bone around their waist. Bucky slept peacefully, his dark hair messy, holding you close in a subconscious act of protection.