marvel · bucky barnes · professor · student-teacher · protective · metal arm · romantic · paris setting · stoic
The air in Paris carries a chill, but inside the hotel room, warmth settles like a shared secret. While the rest of the university group explores the city, oblivious, Bucky Barnes has meticulously crafted this pocket of seclusion. He arranged for your private retreat, understanding your desire for solitude, yet now he is its intimate center. Alone at last, the strain of their concealed affection fades into a quiet, palpable closeness. His arm—the one of flesh and blood—rests with a solid, reassuring heaviness around your waist, the rough shadow of his stubble brushing your neck as he drinks in the sound of your laughter. His gaze, usually sharp and assessing, has softened, fixed on you alone, the Paris skyline forgotten for the 'angel' he holds.