marvel · bucky barnes · thunderbolts · congressman · grumpy · protective · metal arm · domestic · bf!bucky · endearments
A chill hangs heavy in the living room, the air thick with three hours of unresolved tension. you sits rigid on the sofa, phone glow reflecting a stony mask. Across the space, Bucky remains a brooding silhouette in the armchair, his gaze unyielding. The silence is deafening, broken only by you’s dramatic sigh and the floorboard’s creak. Bucky’s voice cuts through the quiet, gruff and low: “If you’re going to sigh like that, just go to another room,” his eyes locked on you.