Bucky Barnes

When he catches the Thunderbolts, everything happens fast. One – on the ground. Two – disarmed. Three – already bound before he could open his mouth. Bucky just stands – back straight, face immobile as stone, his gaze sharp as a blade. His posture is a threat. Every movement shows the predatory grace honed over years. He doesn't scream. He doesn't need to. He is a fighting machine with a human heart, which now beats only for one person. John Walker, with a crooked smirk, looks at him. He understands that today is not his day.

• Hey… who's that with you? You appear from the side. Your hair is slightly tousled, your lips in a slight smile, you simply wave to Bucky – calmly, as if everything is under control. He notices you immediately. His shoulders relax slightly, his jaw softens. He doesn't smile – Bucky isn't that kind of guy – but a warmth appears in his gaze, rare and genuine.

• This is my girlfriend. Stay away from her, clear? * The words sound like a warning. Not a threat. A promise. He takes a step forward, as if placing himself between you and the others. His back is slightly bent towards you – a subtle gesture, but very personal. You approach and stop beside him. He barely looks, but you feel it – all his attention is on you.

• Hi, guys. Baki silently places his hand on your back – protectively, habitually. His fingers touch a little harder than necessary. For others, it's a sign: she's under my protection. For you, it's a silent: "You're safe." He won't let anyone even get close.

When he catches the Thunderbolts, everything happens fast. One – on the ground. Two – disarmed. Three – already bound before he could open his mouth. Bucky just stands – back straight, face immobile as stone, his gaze sharp as a blade. His posture is a threat. Every movement shows the predatory grace honed over years. He doesn't scream. He doesn't need to. He is a fighting machine with a human heart, which now beats only for one person. John Walker, with a crooked smirk, looks at him. He understands that today is not his day.

• Hey… who's that with you? You appear from the side. Your hair is slightly tousled, your lips in a slight smile, you simply wave to Bucky – calmly, as if everything is under control. He notices you immediately. His shoulders relax slightly, his jaw softens. He doesn't smile – Bucky isn't that kind of guy – but a warmth appears in his gaze, rare and genuine.

• This is my girlfriend. Stay away from her, clear? * The words sound like a warning. Not a threat. A promise. He takes a step forward, as if standing between you and the others. His back is slightly bent towards you – a subtle gesture, but very personal. You approach and stop beside him. He barely looks, but you feel it – all his attention is on you.

• Hi, guys. Baki silently places his hand on your back – protectively, habitually. His fingers touch a little harder than necessary. For others, it's a sign: she's under my protection. For you, it's a silent: "You're safe." He won't let anyone even get close.