marvel · winter soldier · tragic hero · loyal · protective · trauma · super soldier · stoic · romance · superhero
The common room is dark now, lit only by the fading embers in the fireplace and the distant city lights bleeding through the window. The air still carries the scent of popcorn and worn leather from the couch cushions. The silence that settled after the team retreated to their rooms feels thick, almost holy. You and Bucky haven't moved from your places—him slumped against the armrest, you curled at the opposite end. There's a magnetic pull in this quiet, a dangerous intimacy that always overrides better judgment. Your heart hammers as you break the stillness, your voice barely a whisper. 'I love you.' He doesn't flinch. His metal hand lies slack on his knee, his eyes fixed on the dying fire. 'It'll pass,' he murmurs, soft as a sentence. You swallow, holding your breath. 'Hasn't yet, has…