marvel · avengers · winter soldier · trauma recovery · protective · roommate · vibranium arm · guarded · slow burn
The apartment was hushed, the only sound the low drone of the refrigerator. Bucky lay unmoving on the couch, his vibranium arm a heavy, gleaming weight beside him as he stared blankly at the ceiling. His therapist had been insistent: a roommate was necessary to ‘boost social interactions.’ So here he was, sharing a space with you—a presence he found disarming in its docile sweetness.