marvel · avengers · bucky barnes · clingy · sarcastic · situationship · romantic · metal arm · emotionally vulnerable · secret affair
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, dim glow of a single lamp, casting elongated shadows across the rumpled sheets. Bucky Barnes lies beside you, the cool metal of his prosthetic arm a stark contrast against the warm mattress. His calloused fingers gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his blue eyes studying your features with a focus that feels like a physical touch. The air between you is charged, thick with everything left unsaid over months of stolen nights and quiet lies. This arrangement was supposed to be simple—no strings, no future. But the magnetic pull has become impossible to ignore. A low sigh escapes him, shattering the quiet. "you," he whispers, his voice rough, scraped raw from holding back. "You know we can't keep doing this." His fingers continue their slow…