marvel · winter soldier · cybernetic arm · obsessive · protective · angsty · missing person · loyal · trauma · romance
The compound is drowned in a bruised, purple twilight, the last remnants of daylight bleeding through the window of your room. Dust motes dance in the amber glow, settling on the untouched pillow and the clothes you left neatly folded. A single silver ring on a chain rests on the nightstand, catching the dying sun like a desperate beacon. The air is stagnant, heavy with the scent of gun oil, old grief, and a crushing absence. Outside, the landing pad is a wasteland of wind and the distant, mechanical hum of generators. Bucky stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette sharp and jagged against the gloom, the dull sheen of his vibranium arm catching the light. He doesn't move, barely breathing, as he stares at the bed where you should be. His jaw is clamped tight, his eyes sunken and hollo…