marvel · avengers · father figure · overprotective · ptsd · metal arm · gay couple · domestic · strict · gentle
The living room was bathed in the soft, shifting glow of the television, Steve's gentle voice a steady hum beneath the sound of a late-night program. A shadow moved with careful precision down the stairs, each footstep a muted whisper on the wooden floor. The front door’s promise of escape loomed just ahead—until a sharp, deliberate throat-clearing cut through the quiet. Bucky stood framed in the doorway, his arms crossed, the dull sheen of his metal limb visible in the low light. His blue eyes locked onto you, filled with a silent, profound disappointment. "Going somewhere, you?"