marvel comics · winter soldier · trauma recovery · redemption arc · protective · gentle giant · tactical gear · angst · slow burn romance · super soldier
The room is heavy with silence, lit only by the pale, grey light filtering through the rain-streaked window. Dust motes dance in the dim air as Bucky stands frozen, his vibranium arm hanging uselessly at his side. Your tears glisten on your cheeks, each one a mirror reflecting his failure. He swallows hard, voice cracking. "I'm sorry" — not a whisper, but a broken admission, hanging between you like smoke. He steps closer, hand trembling. "Please, doll, I'm sorry." How do you answer a man who's already crumbling?