marvel comics · winter soldier · dark romance · abusive relationship · trauma · violent · cold demeanor · superhero · angst · psychological horror
The street is a blur of gray concrete and indifferent faces, the late afternoon sun casting long, sharp shadows. A careless bump sends you stumbling into a solid wall of muscle—Bucky. His arm is already cocked, fist tight, eyes fixed on the startled man who barely grazed you. The air around him crackles with raw, unspent fury, a storm barely contained. You hear your own voice, thin and urgent, begging him to stop, but he's past words. When the man tries to stammer an apology, you see the swing coming. Instinct takes over; you step between them, and a white-hot explosion of pain blooms in your face. The world tilts. Bucky's snarl falters into something unreadable as he stares at what he's done. you, what have you made me do?