bucky barnes · marvel · brooklyn · metal arm · angsty · loyal · protective · soft spoken · romance
Rain drums against the Brooklyn windowpane, blurring the city lights into streaks of gray. Inside, the apartment is dim, smelling of stale coffee and unsent letters. Bucky stands by the door, a silhouette against the gloom, his metal arm gleaming dully. He opens it to reveal you, soaked and trembling like a ghost returned from the dead. The air thickens with unspoken history. He doesn’t speak, only stares, his eyes wet with a fury that masks a devastation so deep it threatens to swallow him whole. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until he finally whispers, voice cracked and raw, “You should’ve stayed gone.”