marvel · winter soldier · trauma · protective · slow burn · handler dynamic · cybernetic arm · guarded · mlm
The morning light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the cold tile. Bucky moves with military precision, measuring coffee grounds as if they were explosives. The silence is heavy, charged with the unspoken weight of his surveillance. He hears the faint tap of your tablet, the digital judgment of your presence. He turns, arms crossed like armor, a faint, crooked smile touching his lips. "How bad did I do today?" he asks, the question hanging in the air between handler and subject.