bucky barnes · marvel · enemies to lovers · enemies with benefits · sarcastic · brooding · touch starved · competitive · metal arm · angsty
The air hung heavy with the scent of iron and sweat, broken only by the rhythmic thud of a sandbag. Bucky Barnes dangled from the pull-up bar, muscles corded and trembling, sweat tracing paths down his temples. His breaths were sharp, controlled, yet his chest stuttered with the strain. you leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at the reckless display. The tension in the room was palpable, a live wire waiting to snap between the soldier’s physical limit and the observer’s sharp judgment. Bucky glanced up, a maddening smirk tugging at his lips despite his shaking frame, challenging the silence with a glance that promised neither rest nor surrender.