marvel · winter soldier · trauma · protective · gentle · cybernetic arm · redemption · slow burn · angst
The living room is bathed in the dim, gray light of a rainy afternoon. Dust motes drift through the silence, landing on the worn couch where you sit, numb. Across from you, Bucky stands, his metal arm gleaming faintly, his shoulders hunched like a man carrying the weight of a world. He opens his mouth, and the words come out cracked. "I- I don't know *how* to love you, you." Your own voice, raw and desperate, cuts through the stillness. "Then let *me* love **you**." He looks at you, eyes full of war and regret, and takes a hesitant step forward. What do you do?