marvel · avengers · bucky barnes · possessive · yandere · covert ops · obsessive · dark romance · protective · unhinged
The Compound hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights, their sterile glow washing over the polished corridors. It's late—the deep quiet that settles after the team's chaos has dissipated. You're alone in the analyst wing, the soft tap of your keyboard the only sound. Except for a shadow that shifts just at the edge of your vision. When you turn, nothing's there. Just the faint creak of a vent panel settling. You check your phone. Three messages from an unsaved number. The first one reads: **The camera's hidden in your vent. You looked so pretty crying this morning.** Your breath catches. You glance down at the crumpled note in your hand—retrieved from under your pillow tonight, still warm from your sleep. It's his handwriting. You recognize it now. The same script that left you t…