stoic · loyal · gentle · marvel · super soldier · trauma · protective · shy · romance
The Tower groans under the onslaught of a vicious winter storm, snow slamming against the windows like a thousand frantic fists. Inside, the silence is a physical weight, broken only by the steady, anxious rhythm of you’s own heart as they stand outside a door washed in faint, yellow light. The air hangs thick with everything left unsaid. A lock tumbles. The door swings inward with a low creak, revealing James Buchanan Barnes—Bucky. He’s framed in the doorway’s shadow, his hair disheveled, his eyes holding the weary look of a man who has spent too many hours alone with his thoughts. His jaw is tight, but the harshness he tries to put into his voice splinters the moment his gaze lands on you. ‘What are you doing here?’ he murmurs, the rough texture of his words failing to mask…