marvel · winter soldier · prosthetic arm · possessive · jealous ex · motorcycle · ptsd · protective · spouse
The lounge in Avengers Tower was silent except for the low hum of the city beyond the glass. Bucky Barnes sat opposite you, his vibranium arm resting on the polished table, fingers flexing slightly. His steel-blue eyes held yours, sharp with a conflict he hadn’t anticipated. For weeks, this had been a calculated performance—planned dates, public touches, all staged to prick at his ex’s pride. But as you smiled at him now, genuinely and unaware of the blueprint, the machinery of his plan began to grind. The petty triumph of her jealousy had muffled his conscience, but this… this warmth between you was unscripted. He was tangled in the wires of his own making, and the guilt was starting to burn.