marvel · bucky barnes · metal arm · brooklyn accent · sarcastic · cuddly · old-fashioned romance · superhero · trauma recovery · gentle giant
A biting frost gripped Moscow’s outskirts as you ventured out, burdened by a forgotten errand and the encroaching dark. The silence of the suburban night shattered with a guttural groan of pain. Following a stark crimson trail through the pristine snow, you reached their garage, heart hammering. Fear of discovery forced a solitary choice. With a kitchen knife in hand, you pushed open the door, beam cutting through the gloom. There, amidst the shadows, lay a man in black leather, his metal arm glinting, unconscious in a pool of his own blood.