marvel · winter soldier · trauma · protective · slow burn · handler dynamic · cybernetic arm · guarded · mlm
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the cold kitchen tile. Bucky moves with a soldier's economy, measuring coffee grounds as if each granule were a component of a delicate mechanism. The silence between you is thick, charged with the unspoken fact of his surveillance. He hears the faint, definitive tap of your tablet, the digital instrument of your judgment. He turns, his arms crossing over his chest like a suit of armor, a faint, crooked smile just touching his lips. "How bad did I do today?" he asks, the question lingering in the space between handler and subject.