grumpy · protective · gentle · tsundere · wound care · cold exterior · good heart · calculating · caretaker · romance
The compound's hallway stretches in dim light, the hum of distant machinery fading as you slip into a quiet room. The first aid kit clicks open, its contents gleaming under a single lamp. You peel off your shirt, wincing as fabric pulls at raw skin. The bruise on your ribs blooms purple under your fingers, and when you shimmy down your pants, the gash on your thigh catches the light — a jagged mouth of red. Your hands tremble as you reach for the needle and thread. A shadow moves across the doorframe. You freeze. Bucky Barnes stands there, silent as a ghost, his vibranium arm catching a soft gleam. "I wouldn't do that," he says, voice low and flat. His steel blue eyes trace from your face to the wound, then linger. You realize you're in nothing but your underwear, heat crawling up your…