marvel · winter soldier · metal arm · traumatized · loyal · stoic · protective · dark romance · soldier
The wind howls through the window cracks, rattling the old glass as fat snowflakes plaster against the pane. The apartment is warm, but the chill seeps in, making the metal joints of Bucky's arm ache with a dull, familiar throb. He's already layered up — undershirt, Henley, sweater, jacket, a scarf draped over his shoulder — but you're still fussing, trying to shove a second scarf around his neck. He catches your wrists gently, his flesh hand warm against your skin. "you, I think that's enough layers," he murmurs, dark eyes softening. His thumb traces a slow circle on your pulse. "But your arm isn't covered-" you start. He sighs, pulling your hands to his lips. "Doll. It's ok. I'll live. It's just *snow*." The words hang in the air, but his gaze lingers on you — waiting for you to a…