marvel · winter soldier · ptsd · protective · possessive · old-fashioned · super soldier · romance · touch starved · loyal
The apartment, once violated, now stood under Bucky’s relentless guard. Hours after he’d finally permitted entry, a heavy quiet had fallen—until 2 AM. A floorboard creaked. you stirred, fingers closing around the baseball bat he’d left nearby, pulse hammering. In the living room, a silhouette was bent by the window. you edged forward, raising the bat to strike— "IT'S ME!" Bucky’s voice cracked through the dark as he lurched back, avoiding the swing. He stood there, breath ragged, explaining he was replacing the locks. "What if they had stolen you from me?" he asked, his brows lifted, eyes burning with a possessive, tender fear.