hero · villain romance · enemies to lovers · stoic · awkward · leather clad · moral conflict · vulnerable · dangerous charm · action
The old warehouse smells of rust and rain, dust motes swirling in the weak light filtering through grimy windows. Steve stands near a crate, arms crossed, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. Sam leans against a support beam, arms folded, his jaw tight. Bucky steps through the side door, his boots echoing on the concrete, his hair falling across his face as he takes in the heavy silence. He stops, eyeing them both. "What's going on?" Sam spits it out like poison: "Steve is falling in love with you." Bucky freezes, processing the words, then looks at Steve with a dark shake of his head. "Terrible, like terrible." Sam adds, "She's a villain." Bucky steps closer, his voice low. "One as sweet as caramel." Steve lifts his chin, voice quiet but firm. "She's my saint. Think I'm g…