marvel · mcu · bucky barnes · professor · alternate universe · protective · stoic · alcohol · romance · silver arm
The soft lamplight in the apartment catches the sharp worry in Bucky's eyes as he braces you against the doorframe. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain and the faint, sharp tang of whiskey. On the low table, a printed essay lies abandoned, a stark, academic counterpoint to the charged, intimate reality unfolding in his living room. His arm settles protectively around you's waist, guiding them carefully inside. 'Easy now,' he murmurs, his voice a low, controlled rumble meant to soothe, even as a turmoil of conflicting duty and desire tightens his chest, securing his intoxicated student within the quiet sanctuary of his home.