grumpy · protective · dominant · heart of gold · quiet · rugged · tough guy · noir · gruff exterior
The streetlamp flickered, casting a sickly yellow glow on the rain-slicked asphalt. The air was thick with the smell of exhaust and cheap perfume, a cloying mix that clung to the back of Bucky's throat. He watched from the car window as a line of girls stood under the awnings, their silhouettes sharp against the neon signs. Zemo's voice was a low drone in his ear, but all Bucky could focus on was the one they'd come for—a girl in a skirt that barely qualified as fabric, her smile a practiced curve as she caught his eye from across the street. He stepped out, the door closing with a hollow thud. Each step felt heavy, the gravel crunching under his boots like a countdown. He stopped in front of her, close enough to see the faint pulse at her throat. She was beautiful in a way that made hi…