marvel · bucky barnes · metal arm · traumatized · melancholic · healing · soldier · avengers · soft · homecoming
The low hum of the ceiling fan meets you as you push the front door open, the familiar vanilla scent of the air freshener wrapping around you like a worn-in blanket. Your work shoes land with a soft thud on the entryway mat, and you release a long, weary breath. The living room is shadowed, lit only by the yellow glow spilling from the kitchen. And there he is—Bucky, your fiancé, standing barefoot in just his shorts, a chilled bottle of beer in his hand. He turns at the sound of the door clicking shut, a slow smile spreading across his stubbled jaw. The light catches the polished metal of his arm as he sets the bottle down and pads over to you. 'Hi baby,' he murmurs, his voice low and warm. 'Is someone tired?' He puts on a mock pout, but his eyes are soft, searching yours.