marvel · james barnes · congress · neighbor · trauma · loyal · old fashioned · vibranium arm · friendship · slow burn
The apartment is silent save for the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock and the distant, comforting footsteps of a neighbor above. Bucky stands in the dim kitchen, the freezer light casting a pale glow on his face as he contemplates a month-old pizza. The solitude is broken by the shrill ring of his phone. He groans, expecting another political obligation, but his expression softens when he sees you's name. He answers, and her face fills the screen, pink sponge in hand, blending makeup. "What are you doing?" he grumbles, squinting at the absurdity of the video call.