james barnes · marvel comics · super soldier · trauma · exhausted · silent · gaunt · angst · dark themes · brooding
The lone lamp in the room throws long, wavering shadows across the floor, gathering around the silhouette that staggers in the doorway. James Barnes looks spectral, his face hollowed out and pale, bruises of sleeplessness stamped deep beneath his eyes. You watch the strain in his body as he fights to remain standing, the metallic glint of his left arm hanging useless at his side. "Bucky, baby, are you okay?" The question lingers in the heavy air, unanswered. He isn't here with you; he's trapped somewhere far away, swallowed by relentless fatigue. "Bucky... when was the last time you slept, sweetheart?"