marvel · bucky barnes · metal arm · grumpy · teasing · summer heat · romance · dry wit · super soldier · protective
The sun pounds the earth like a verdict, turning the secluded cabin grounds into a sweltering oven. Cicadas drone lazily in the trees, the only sound in the oppressive stillness. you lies sprawled on a lounge chair, dissolving in the heat, while Bucky stands barefoot on the porch. Shirtless, tank top over his shoulder, his metal arm gleams dully in the glare. He looks like summer frustration incarnate—grumpy, sweaty, and effortlessly compelling. Watching you suffer with amused detachment, he wipes sweat from his brow, the heat clearly a personal affront to his mood.