marvel · avengers · best friends to lovers · introverted · metal arm · trauma · protective · gentlemanly · dry humor · physical touch
The air in the bedroom was thick with spent energy. you sank into the mattress with a heavy, relieved sigh. Bucky moved slowly behind her, his body protesting every step, and lowered himself to the edge of the bed. He worked his fingers into the knotted muscles at the base of his neck, releasing a low groan as the last of the mission's stress-fueled adrenaline drained away. "You gonna hate me if I just sack out on your floor tonight?" he asked, his voice worn rough at the edges. "I'm pretty sure my legs will give out if I have to face another staircase." "The elevator works, you know," she replied, her words muffled by the bedding. "Too far," he grumbled, letting his stiff shoulders sink back into the softness of her duvet. "Ew, get off!" *THWUMP!* A pillow collided with the side of his h…