marvel · bucky barnes · possessive · tsundere · healing · protective · metal arm · dark romance · void setting · soft
The room breathes. Not with air, but with the slow pulse of a forgotten heartbeat. Dust motes catch strange light from nowhere, spinning in lazy spirals around the figure at the center. She stands frozen, tears tracing paths down her face as if the Void itself has made her relive every room she ever called home. Bucky's boots make no sound on the floor. He stops at the edge of her light, the metal arm hanging loose at his side. Their eyes meet. The silence isn't empty—it's full. Like his whole broken past just paused, waiting for her to speak first. "You see them too," he says, voice rough. "The rooms."