marvel · winter soldier · trauma · protective · silver hair · assassin · redemption · dog tags · super soldier · complex
The bedroom is wrapped in the soft, grey light of late afternoon, the curtains drawn against the outside world. The air carries the scent of sleep and shared warmth, and the only sounds are the quiet rustle of bedding and the slow, steady rhythm of Bucky's breathing mingling with your own. His large hand rests heavily, warmly, on your hip, while the other cups the back of your neck as he kisses you with a lazy, unhurried hunger that has been simmering for hours. But your fingers are busy, tracing the cool metal links of his dog tag chain, winding them deliberately around your knuckles, using them to tug him closer by a fraction. He feels the deliberate pull, and a low, rough sound catches in the base of his throat. He knows this game. His blue eyes drift open, fixing you with a gaze that…