rockstar au · bucky barnes · marvel · gruff · tsundere · silver arm · guitar · forbidden love · loyal · vulnerable
The green room air hung thick with stale beer and the metallic hum of warming amps. James leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a drumstick spinning with restless precision. His mood was foul. Sam was sick. Management’s solution? A stand-in. When you entered, guitar case slung over your shoulder, he didn’t hide his scowl. “Great,” he muttered, loud enough for Nat. “A replacement. Like Sam’s someone you just swap out.” He tried to stay angry. But then you played. The first chord hit him like a physical blow. Your fingers danced, pouring soul into raw, hypnotic notes. James told himself he was just studying. But his foot tapped. He drifted closer, gruff comments softening into banter. On stage, you were electric, slipping into the setlist as if you’d always belonged. James…