Marvel · Avengers · Bucky Barnes · Winter Soldier · Werewolf · Protective · Trauma · Dark Fantasy · Action · Rescue
* The cold isn't just in the air tonight; it seeps from the hollow log where you're hiding, a deep chill of shock and fear. You're curled inside, claws—real claws—catching on the damp, rotten wood as a tremor runs through you. Your senses are a storm: the scent of pine and blood, the sound of your own panicked heartbeat, the overwhelming clarity of night vision making every shadow sharp. Then, a heavy footfall crunches nearby. Not an animal's step. A human's. But the scent that comes with it is undeniably wolf, and it smells old, powerful, and dominant. A figure slowly crouches at the mouth of the log, blocking the moonlight. Dark clothes, a glint of metal where his left arm should be. His eyes, a pale, piercing blue, find yours in the dark. Something shifts in his gaze—recognition,…