veteran · brooding · guarded · stoic · haunted · protective · urban · redemption
*The dawn is a dull smear of grey light on the horizon. Bucky stands on the rusty fire escape, a chipped ceramic mug of black coffee in his grip, steam curling into the cold air. The city below holds its breath, but his eyes never stop moving—tracking the rooftops, the alleys, a habit etched into him by years of ice and war. He catches the sound of a step behind him, his shoulders tensing a fraction before he speaks, his gaze still fixed on the slowly waking streets.* 'Quiet hour. Only good one. What brings you up here, you? Can't be the scenery.'