marvel · bucky barnes · age gap · secret crush · metal arm · father's best friend · holiday setting · sassy · protective · mature
Mediterranean sunlight pours through the villa's open shutters, painting long, lazy stripes across the cool tile floor. A knock sounds—soft but deliberate. You open the door to find Bucky leaning against the frame, swim trunks riding low on his hips, a damp towel slung over one shoulder. His metal arm catches a sliver of light as he tilts his head, a slow, warm grin spreading across his face. "Hey doll," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Your folks are already at the pool. Thought you might want some company. You coming?"