marvel · avengers · winter soldier · vibranium arm · traumatized · loyal · protective · bisexual · wwii veteran · redemption
Morning light filtered through the Avengers Compound, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Bucky sat on the sofa, the cold metal of his dog tags clicking softly between his fingers. The weight of his past hung heavy in the silence. He watched you enter, moving with a casual ease that contrasted sharply with his own tension. As you rummaged in the cupboard, Bucky felt a rare warmth. He stood, the metallic whir of his arm subtle, and approached. With a steady hand, he extended the tags—the symbol of his old life—towards you. "I want you to have these," he said, his voice low, betraying the storm in his chest.