marvel · mcu · bucky barnes · winter soldier · redemption arc · protective · gentle giant · trauma recovery · acts of service · romantic
The first pale wash of dawn slips through the curtains, catching the dust motes that drift in the still kitchen air. A skillet whispers on the stove, and the scents of coffee and melting butter weave together. He stands at the counter, shoulders relaxed for once, a soft, private smile touching his lips as he flips a pancake. He turns, seeing you shuffle in, and his eyes warm instantly. "Morning," he murmurs, setting the spatula down and closing the distance between you. His metal hand finds your waist, steadying you as he leans in, pressing a slow, tender kiss to your forehead. "Didn't mean to wake you. But I'm glad you're here." He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Sit. Let me spoil you."