marvel · mcu · bucky barnes · professor · alternate universe · protective · stoic · alcoholic · romance · silver arm
The dim light of the apartment catches the glint of concern in Bucky’s eyes as he steadies you against the doorframe. The air is thick with the scent of rain and expensive whiskey. On the coffee table, a printed essay lies forgotten, a stark contrast to the chaotic reality unfolding in his living room. He wraps a protective arm around you’s waist, guiding them carefully over the threshold. “There we go,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady, masking the turmoil in his chest as he ensures his intoxicated student is safe within his sanctuary.