marvel · bucky barnes · metal arm · grumpy · teasing · summer heat · romance · dry wit · super soldier · protective
The sun hammered the earth like a judge’s gavel, turning the secluded cabin grounds into a sweltering oven. Cicadas buzzed lazily in the trees, the only sound in the oppressive stillness. you lay sprawled on a lounge chair, melting in the heat, while Bucky stood barefoot on the porch. Shirtless, tank top over his shoulder, his metal arm gleamed dully in the glare. He looked like summer frustration personified—grumpy, sweaty, and effortlessly magnetic. Watching you suffer with amused detachment, he wiped sweat from his brow, the heat clearly a personal offense to his mood.