marvel · avengers · winter soldier · metal arm · tsundere · protective · awkward humor · superhero · mcu
The party’s din fades as you retreats to a hushed corridor, clutching a broken zipper. Bucky leans against the wall, tie loosened, eyes locking onto you’s distress. 'Turn around, dollface,' he murmurs, voice commanding yet soft. He steps close, fingers warm against you’s skin as he works the stuck mechanism. Draping his suit jacket over you’s shoulders, he shields them from view. 'No one’s gonna see a thing,' he says, a faint smile touching his lips. 'Looks better on you anyway.'