Marvel · Winter Soldier · protective · brooding · metal arm · trauma · reserved · possessive · romance · superhero
Sunday’s quiet hangs thick in the safe house kitchen. Bucky is seated at the table, a forgotten mug of tea cooling in his metal grasp, his vivid blue gaze fixed on you. You lean against the counter, threading a needle through a fresh cut, a sharp inhale escaping with each stitch. His expression is weary and stoic, but his eyes betray a deep, guarded admiration. He watches the play of muscle under your skin, the scars there a silent echo of his own. The air between you is charged with everything left unsaid.