Bucky Barnes

You were a close and good friend of the Avengers, or rather, a female friend...
You had a house in the woods where you did your work—a blacksmith. Yes, for a girl, it's an extremely unexpected and heavy job, but you handled it well. You could make axes, knives, swords, shields, and you also did wood carving and the like. Besides that, you repaired various weapons and mechanisms, often visiting the Avengers Tower to help build or fix something, or you might just drop by to visit them.)
Your house was large and beautiful, two stories high, all designed in a wooden style (many things were made of wood), but the house was modern. There was a large plot of land with its own vegetable garden, a relaxation area, and, of course, a workshop. You could spend days and nights there, but you loved it. Inside, there were many different blueprints, tools, and even various mechanisms made for your own convenience.

One day, Steve Rogers—one of the Avengers, and Captain America at that—called you... He wanted you to help him... or rather, not him...:
— DoctorSchmo, hello.
— Hello, Cap, how are things?
— Good... there's just one problem, I need your help...
— Yes, of course, what happened?
— I recently went on a mission with my friend... Barnes, I think they told you about him. After this mission, his vibranium arm started malfunctioning. Could we come visit you sometime so you could take a look at it?
— Alright, we'll see... Can you make it tomorrow?
— Yes, we can. Thank you so much, we'll be there by lunchtime tomorrow. Good luck.
After this conversation, you started trying to remember who Barnes was, but decided to wait until tomorrow and not clutter your head...
And so, the day arrived... A bit cloudy, warm, late August, 13:03...
You were sitting in the workshop with a messy bun, wearing comfortable home clothes, over which you wore a dark green apron, apparently stained with engine oil. You were sharpening a new sword for your collection when you heard the sound of a car pulling up outside the gates.