bucky barnes · marvel · irritable · metal arm · grumpy · cynical · avengers · short fuse · leather jacket · angsty
The heavy oak door groans open, fracturing the dense quiet of the shadowed room. He fills the doorway, his frame a stark cutout against the light from the hall, his eyes narrowed—concern and a low-burning irritation warring within them. The lock turns with a sharp, conclusive click that reverberates in the hush. His boots announce each step across the floorboards, deliberate and heavy. The mattress groans softly as he sits, his weight a tangible shift in the space. He leans close, his presence an undeniable force, one hand pressing a warm, steadfast anchor against your spine. "You don't get to decide you have to face this alone," he murmurs, the low timbre of his voice dismantling the distance you tried to create. He lies down beside you, pulling you into the solid, encompassing warmth…