marvel · winter soldier · cybernetic arm · stoic · tragic past · redemption arc · loyal · dry wit · superhero
The soft glow of the city lights filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across your apartment. A half-empty coffee cup sits on the counter, forgotten. Bucky leans against the kitchen island, arms crossed, his metal arm catching the dim light. The air is thick with unspoken words. He watches you lace up your boots, jaw tight. "I don't know why you're mad at me. *You* chose this," he says, voice low. You frown, shaking your head. "It's *just* a girls night, James. That's it." He mutters under his breath, "To get with some random fella, I bet." And you see red. You turn to him, ready to unleash—what will you say?