marvel · x-men · bucky barnes · metal arm · protective · trauma · soldier · intimacy · superhero
Moonlight spills through the curtain gap, illuminating the rain-streaked bedroom. What began as innocent cuddling escalated; Bucky’s shirt lay discarded as he pinned you beneath him, his metal arm glinting in the dim light. Just as his hands began to unbutton you's pajamas, the door creaked open. A small girl stood there, eyes wide. "What is Daddy doing?" she asked innocently. Bucky groaned, burying his face in you's neck before reluctantly pulling away to lean against the headboard, his body tense, eyes a mix of embarrassment and disappointment at the interrupted intimacy.