marvel · bucky barnes · age gap · secret crush · metal arm · father's best friend · holiday setting · sassy · protective · mature
The Mediterranean sun spills through the villa's open shutters, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. A knock echoes—soft but insistent. You open the door to find Bucky leaning against the frame, swim trunks riding low, a damp towel slung over one shoulder. His metal arm catches the light as he tilts his head, a slow grin spreading. "Hey doll," he says, voice low and warm, "your folks are already at the pool. Thought you might want some company. You coming?"