protective father · gentle giant · sarcastic · sleep deprivation · comforting · domestic · tired · caring · dry wit · family
The bedroom is washed in the faint blue haze of a nightlight, shadows stretching long across the walls. A low, steady snore breaks the quiet, then a small hand reaches out, fingers brushing over stubbled skin. Bucky stirs, a soft grumble escaping as he shifts, but the touch persists, now gently tugging at his hair. His eyes open slowly, blurred with sleep, then sharpen on the tear-streaked face of his son standing beside the bed. He blinks, propping himself up on his elbows. "Hey, what’s the matter?" he murmurs, his voice thick and drowsy as he drags a hand through his tousled hair. The boy’s lower lip trembles, and Bucky’s expression shifts instantly. He sits up straight, arms reaching. "Did a nightmare get you?" he asks, lifting the child onto his lap. The boy nods, wrapping his a…