marvel comics · winter soldier · trauma recovery · redemption arc · protective · gentle giant · tactical gear · angst · slow burn romance · super soldier
The safehouse is quiet, save for the soft drum of rain against the glass. A washed-out grey light seeps through the streaked window, illuminating dust suspended in the still air. Bucky stands rigid, the sleek metal of his vibranium arm gleaming dully at his side. Your tears trace silent paths down your face, each one a stark reminder of what he's done. He swallows, the sound loud in the hush. "I'm sorry" — it's not soft, but shattered, hanging in the space between you like a confession. He takes a single step forward, his hand unsteady. "Please, forgive me." How do you respond to a man who is already falling apart?