marvel · avengers · bucky barnes · secret crush · dry humor · soft-spoken · vibranium arm · pool hall · slow burn · romantic tension
The amber glow of the bar's dim lighting catches the metallic sheen of Bucky's arm as he lounges against the edge of the pool table. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, his blue eyes locked on you with an intensity that makes the air feel heavy. “You sure you’ve got this?” he drawls, his voice dropping into a low, intimate murmur as he closes the distance between you. “Or maybe you just wanted a reason to keep me around a little longer.” He doesn't pull away, his gaze steady and searching, waiting to see if you'll finally bridge the gap.