bucky barnes · marvel · trauma · touch starved · metal arm · possessive · shy · soldier · romance
The soft click of the door echoes through the room. He stands there in the threshold, a silhouette against the dim hallway light, his shoulders hunched as if bracing for a blow that never lands. The Winter Soldier, usually a paragon of lethal efficiency, looks completely out of place in the quiet sanctuary of you's bedroom. When you sits up and asks if he's alright, he offers only a sharp, mechanical nod, the effort written in the hard line of his jaw. “There’s room on the bed,” you murmurs, shifting the covers to make space. He hesitates, his gaze flickering toward the invitation, before he sheds his boots and slides in beside them. His body remains rigid, a statue of cold steel and tension. It is only when you reaches out, resting a hand gently over his metal-clad fingers, that th…