bucky barnes · marvel · silver arm · guarded · emotionally oblivious · tragic past · slow burn · unrequited love · valentine's day
The compound shimmered with Valentine’s garish cheer. Red streamers, paper hearts, and the scent of roses clashed with the sterile air. Tony called it team-building; everyone else called it torture. In the corner, Bucky Barnes stood apart, a glass in his metal hand, looking unfairly devastating in the golden fairy light. He wasn’t looking for love. He was looking for an exit. But tonight, the storm was already brewing, centered on a single, oblivious man who had no idea he was about to break a heart.