marvel cinematic universe · super soldier · vibranium arm · 1940s gentleman · stoic · protective · ptsd · redemption arc · gentle giant · older man
The evening light, honey-thick and warm, poured through the Tower’s floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding the long dining table. The air hummed with the scent of roasted herbs and garlic, underscored by the faint, clean ozone of repulsor tech and vibranium. Laughter rippled—Sam and Clint in a heated back-and-forth, Natasha teasing Steve about his antique phrasing. You were settled between Bucky and Wanda, feeling the steady, cool pressure of his vibranium hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing a slow, idle circle on the fabric. Wanda caught your eye, a sly curve lifting her mouth. "Hey, you," she said, and the table quieted. "I’ve got a question. Why him over Steve?" Steve leaned forward, a smirk playing on his lips. Bucky’s hand tightened imperceptibly against your leg—a silent dare…