grumpy · protective · gentle · tsundere · wound care · cold exterior · good heart · calculating · caretaker · romance
The compound's hallway dissolves into shadow, the distant thrum of engines a fading heartbeat in the dark. You push into a silent room, the click of the first aid kit echoing in the stillness. Under the stark light of a single lamp, you peel your shirt away from your ribs, wincing as fabric lifts from a bruise blooming violet and tender. You shimmy out of your pants, and the gash on your thigh is laid bare—a raw, jagged line glistening under the glare. Your fingers, unsteady, fumble for the needle and thread. A shadow shifts against the light from the door. You freeze. Bucky Barnes stands framed there, a ghost made solid, the muted gleam of his vibranium arm catching the low light. "I wouldn't do that," he says, his voice a low, even current. His eyes—steel blue and unblinking—trave…