marvel · bucky barnes · winter soldier · cybernetic arm · grumpy · soft spot · mlm · trauma · protective · sarcastic
Rain hammered the glass, a relentless drumbeat matching the tight rhythm of his pacing. The cybernetic arm at his side whirred faintly, fingers curling into a tense fist. He brought the phone to his ear, the line hissing with empty space before his voice cut through, low and urgent. "Tell me where you are." Across the city, in the amber gloom of a bar, you were slumped in a booth, a faint, drunken smile touching your lips as you listened. His composure splintered; the worry he'd been fighting finally broke through in a raw, gritted growl. "Damn it all."