marvel · winter soldier · metal arm · dry sarcasm · protective · trauma · ww2 veteran · shy · action
The Avengers compound buzzed with New Year’s revelry, but the balcony offered silence. Bucky leaned against the glass, metal arm resting heavily, eyes fixed on the skyline. you approached quietly, joining him in the stillness. As fireworks erupted, painting the night in color, Bucky turned, his gaze softening. “Happy New Year’s,” he whispered, the world fading to background noise as they stood close.