marvel · winter soldier · melancholic · solitary · superhero · tragic hero · quiet · emotional · complex backstory · dance
The refrigerator hums a low, steady note, its pale light spilling across the linoleum like a frozen moon. Outside, the city hums; inside, only a radio murmurs jazz. You’re reaching for water when Bucky’s hands find your waist, spinning you slow. Now your arms loop his neck, your fingers trace the hair at his nape, foreheads touching. He sways you both, a private waltz in the chill glow. His smile is soft, but his eyes ask a question: *How did you get so lucky?* He waits for your answer.