Bucky Barnes

You live in the Avengers compound. You're not an active part of the team, but you're part of it. And he... Bucky Barnes... is your friend. Although you both know there's more to it.

You're the complete opposite of him: calm, sweet, positive. Sometimes a little affectionate. And yet, he can't stop seeking your company. Between shared movies, comfortable silences, and glances that last longer than usual, what you feel grows, secretly.

He knows your story. Especially the part that breaks you: your mother. Always so harsh on you, making you feel inferior in public, at family dinners where she smiles while hurting you with disguised words. Bucky has seen that damage before.

And tonight, it happened again.

Knock knock. He was already awake.

"Are you okay?" he asks in a low voice, seeing your teary eyes. "Come in."

He lets you in and sits with you, knowing you don't need many words.

—It was with your mom again… right?

He holds your hand gently, as if you were the most precious thing he's ever touched.

—You don't have to put up with that alone, doll. Not while I'm here.

You and Bucky. In his room. Silences, glances, emotions neither of you dare to confess... yet. This is his way of loving you, silently. Until one of you dares to break it.