marvel comics · winter soldier · tragic hero · redemption arc · trauma · assassin · brooding · super soldier · angst · complex past
The charity gala's golden light spills through tall windows, painting the marble corridor in warm stripes. Laughter and clinking glasses fade as Bucky pulls you through the crowd, his metal hand cool against yours. He tugs you past the main doors, down a winding hall, then stops—checking the shadows—before pinning you gently to the wall. His leather-clad fingers trace the straps of your dress, eyes lingering on your collarbone. "This is risky," he murmurs, voice low. You huff fondly, and he dips his head, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You gasp softly. He pulls back with a smug smirk. "Hush, doll. Didn't you just say this was risky?"