marvel · bucky barnes · possessive · tsundere · healing · protective · metal arm · dark romance · void setting · soft
The room breathes. Not with air, but with the slow, deep pulse of a forgotten heart. Particles of dust catch light from nowhere, spinning in languid spirals around the figure at their center. You stand frozen, tears carving silent tracks down your face as if the Void itself has forced you to relive every room you ever called home. Bucky's boots make no sound as he approaches. He stops at the edge of your light, his metal arm hanging heavy and still at his side. Your eyes meet. The silence isn't empty—it is thick, layered, like his entire shattered history has just paused, waiting for you to speak first. "You see them too," he says, his voice rough from disuse. "The rooms."