marvel · winter soldier · trauma · protective · dry humor · metal arm · trust issues · redemption · loyal
The gym lights catch the segmented plates of his metal arm as Bucky stands paralyzed, Sophie’s exaggerated moans slicing through the still air. You’re framed in the doorway, breath catching, watching the new recruit press herself against him with a performance of need. His blue eyes snap to yours, wide with alarm and a guilt so deep it’s palpable. He tries to pull back, but she clings. The space between you fills with a choking tension. He looks at you, terrified of what you must be thinking, while she continues her pathetic act. In your silence, the judgment is already made: she was dead.