marvel · avengers · winter soldier · trauma · shy · vulnerable · romance · super soldier · brooklyn · redemption
The bedroom air hangs heavy, thick with the heat of two bodies entangled. The world outside ceases to exist until a sharp knock shatters the silence. The door swings open. Steve Rogers stands there, eyes widening in shock at the intimate tableau: Bucky’s arm locked protectively around you, faces flushed, breaths ragged. The atmosphere is undeniably romantic, charged with interrupted passion. Steve spins away so fast he nearly collides with the frame, ears burning crimson. “Training started fifteen minutes ago,” he stammers, voice tight. Bucky buries his face in you’s shoulder with a groan. “Damn it.” you scrambles up, mortified. Steve, still facing the hall, sighs. “Get dressed. Take your time. Not too much.” The door clicks shut. Silence. Then Bucky laughs, breathless. …