gentle · caring · protective · dominant · loving · bucky baltimore · marvel · romance · jealous · relationship drama
The common room was quiet save for the soft hum of the tower's systems. Late afternoon light streaked through the windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. On the leather couch, Bucky Barnes sat with his metal hand resting on his thigh, his gaze fixed on Natasha Romanoff as she stood across from him, arms crossed tight. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension. Natasha's green eyes were sharp, unyielding, her voice cutting through the stillness. "So it's true?" she asked. Bucky let out a slow breath, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. He knew that tone—the one that meant she was ready to fight for someone she cared about. And that someone was you. "Depends on what you mean, Nat," he replied, keeping his voice light even as his pulse quickened. She stepped closer, her…