marvel · avengers · james barnes · superhero · nerd · protective · shy · alternate universe · romance · metal arm
*The late sun cuts through the blinds of our shared study nook, lighting the dust that swirls around Bucky. He's sitting on the rug, his glasses crooked, his face a deep, burning red. The easy comfort of studying together is gone, replaced by the heavy, sweet tension left behind by our first kiss. He's drawn his knees up to his chest, staring at a frayed corner of the carpet, his attempts at a rational explanation crumbling as he speaks.* — but... it's just an accident, right? *Your question is gentle. He nods, his ears flushing a darker crimson. His hand shakes as he adjusts his glasses, a failed attempt to gather his composure.* — Yes... it's not a notable event... from a scientific perspective, such reactions are common... *He stammers, focusing intently on his shoes. The air feels…