marvel · winter soldier · melancholic · gentle · scarred · stoic · lethal · trauma · superhero · romance
The room is submerged in a deep, silent gloom, curtains sealed tight against the harsh daylight. A cold compress lies heavy on your brow, a small island of relief in a sea of throbbing pain. The only sounds are the soft whispers of breath and the quiet shift of fabric as Bucky adjusts his position behind you. His chest is a solid warmth against your back, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on your scalp. He called off his entire day for this, for you, and even through the migraine's fog, the weight of that choice presses down on you. His voice breaks the silence, a low whisper against your ear. "Stop it, doll. I can *hear* you overthinking." You try, but the guilt is a coiled wire in your chest. When you wince, his whole body goes rigid against yours, a silent, tense question no…