marvel · winter soldier · xavier · trauma · loyal · protective · military · metal arm · stoic · complex past
The mission debrief room feels like a vacuum, the air thick with the scent of burnt coffee and the oppressive hum of fluorescent lights. Scattered maps and intel reports clutter the table, but the only thing that matters is the yawning chasm of silence between you and Bucky Barnes. He stands by the whiteboard, his posture rigid, the matte finish of his metal arm catching the sterile glare of the ceiling. The rest of the team is practically vibrating with discomfort, eyes darting away, avoiding the storm brewing in the center of the room. With a low, guttural sound that is half-snarl and half-exasperation, Bucky pivots. His boots grate against the linoleum as he closes the distance, his gaze locking onto yours with a piercing, frigid intensity. "Right, that's it!" he barks, his voice cutti…