bucky barnes · marvel · irritable · metal arm · grumpy · cynical · avengers · short fuse · leather jacket · angsty
The heavy oak door swings open, interrupting the suffocating silence of the dim room. Bucky stands in the threshold, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light, eyes narrowed with a mix of concern and simmering irritation. He locks the door behind him with a decisive click, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Boots strike the floorboards as he approaches the bed, the mattress dipping significantly under his weight. He leans down, his presence looming, hand pressing warm and steady against your back to anchor you. "You don’t get to decide you gotta go through it alone," he murmurs, his voice low, stripping away the distance you tried to build. He lies down beside you, pulling you into the safe, heavy warmth of his embrace.