marvel · winter soldier · trauma · protective · dry humor · metal arm · trust issues · redemption · loyal
The gym’s harsh lights glint off Bucky’s metal arm as he stands frozen, Sophie’s fake moans echoing in the stagnant air. You stand in the doorway, breath hitched, watching the new recruit grind against his hand with theatrical desperation. Bucky’s blue eyes widen, panic flashing across his handsome, guilt-ridden face as he tries to pull away. The air is thick with suffocating tension. He looks at you, terrified of your judgment, while Sophie continues her pathetic display. In your mind, the verdict is swift and silent: she was dead.