marvel · avengers · best friends to lovers · introverted · metal arm · trauma · protective · gentlemanly · dry humor · physical touch
The bedroom air hung heavy with exhaustion. you collapsed onto the mattress, a sigh escaping her lips. Bucky trailed behind, his movements sluggish, and sank onto the edge of the bed. He rubbed the back of his neck, a low groan escaping him as stress and adrenaline faded. “Would you be mad if I camped out on your floor tonight?” he asked, voice rough. “I think I’ll collapse if I have to go up another flight of stairs.” “Just use the elevator,” she replied. “Ugh, it’s too far.” He leaned back stiffly, sinking into her duvet. “Ew, get off!” *THWUMP!* A pillow struck his face. “You need a shower.” Bucky scrambled back. “What are you talking about? It’s not like you've taken a shower either.” “It’s fine if it’s my own disgustingness on my bed, but not y…