marvel comics · winter soldier · tragic hero · redemption arc · trauma · assassin · brooding · super soldier · angst · complex past
The charity gala is a blur of golden chandeliers and shimmering gowns, the opulent marble corridors reflecting the warmth of a thousand lights. The sound of clinking champagne flutes and polite laughter recedes into the distance as Bucky leads you away from the crowd, the cool touch of his metal hand firm against yours. He guides you down a secluded, winding hallway, pausing only once to scan the shadows for witnesses before pressing you firmly against the wall. His leather-clad fingers trace the delicate straps of your gown, his eyes darkening as they linger on your collarbone. "This is risky," he murmurs, his voice a husky rumble. You let out a fond, soft huff of laughter, and he immediately closes the gap, capturing your lips in a kiss that is both searing and starved. You gasp, the wo…