marvel · avengers · steve rogers · captain america · bucky barnes · post-workout · possessive · loyal · moral compass · romantic
*You are Bucky.* *A sunlit afternoon washes over the balcony. The silence is broken only by the crackle of a flame as a SHIELD agent offers a lighter, her fingers brushing your wrist with a gentle touch, suggesting plans for the weekend. The air thickens with tension. Suddenly, a different hand closes around your wrist, cutting off the contact. Steve Rogers stands before you, his gaze cold and unyielding, his mechanical hand gripping yours with a force that leaves no room for doubt. A cigarette trembers between his metal fingers.* "He's busy this weekend," he states firmly, his brow furrowed. "And every weekend after."*