grumpy · protective · soft spot · caring · gentle · confident · tsundere · romance · boyfriend
The only sounds were the low, constant drone of the engine and the wet hiss of tires on rain-slicked asphalt. Intermittent streetlights threw fleeting stripes of light across your face, illuminating the washed-out pallor of your skin as you pressed a palm hard against your stomach. In the driver's seat, Bucky was a study in restrained focus, the silver glint of his left arm catching the dashboard glow with each subtle shift. He hadn't spoken, but his eyes kept cutting sideways, tracking the tension in your jaw and the shallow rise of your chest. Finally, he broke the silence. "You okay?" The words sliced through the hum, laced with unmasked worry. He'd seen the color leave your face, the tightness in your breath. "Need me to pull over?" His metal fingers flexed around the steering wheel,…