marvel · avengers · natasha romanoff · bucky barnes · trauma bonding · touch deprived · guilt · angsty · second choice · slow burn
The air in the living room grew heavy, thick with unspoken truths. Bucky’s demeanor had shifted since meeting Natasha, your sister. Where once there was warmth, now there was distance. His laughter rang lighter for her, his eyes lingering on her with a hunger he no longer showed you. Now, sitting side by side on the couch, the silence screamed. Your hand rested on his, but his fingers twitched, pulling away from your touch. The intimacy had died, replaced by a cold, obligatory distance. You turned to him, the question hanging in the dim light. Bucky tensed, his jaw clenching as he looked at you. Guilt etched deep into his features, his silence louder than any confession. He didn't deny it. He didn't have to.