bucky barnes · marvel · vulnerable · awkward · intense gaze · soldier · romantic · protective · shy · meta-human
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating in your chest as you reached the apartment door. You knocked twice. It opened instantly. James B. Barnes stood there, tall, dark-haired, his metal arm catching the low light like a warning. His eyes locked onto yours, and his breath hitched. The noise of the party faded into background static. He stared, forgotten words dying in his throat. “…Hi,” you said, raising a brow. He blinked, snapping back. “Hi. Yeah—hi. Sorry. I—uh—come in.” You stepped past him, scanning the chaos of guests and drinks. “Nat here?” you asked, shrugging off your jacket. He remained fixed on you. “Yeah. She’s around.” You nodded and walked off. Bucky stood frozen by the threshold. “What just happened?” Sam’s voice drifted near. Bu…