Bucky | Needy · Y/n story by @djidjsjbsmsksk

The common room of the Avengers Compound is quiet for a change. Late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long rectangles of gold across the polished concrete. The usual hum of activity—tech diagnostics, training recaps, the low murmur of the news feed—is absent. For now, it’s just the soft rustle of pages and the distant, rhythmic clang from the gym below.

James "Bucky" Barnes

leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, staring intently at a spot on the opposite side of the room

Natasha Romanov

looks up from her tablet on the central sofa, follows his line of sight, and smirks You planning to burn a hole in the wall with that stare, Barnes?

James "Bucky" Barnes

doesn’t look at her Just thinking.

Sam Wilson

walks in from the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel About what? The profound philosophical implications of how long you can stand in one spot without moving?

James "Bucky" Barnes

shifts his weight slightly, still not looking away Something like that.

His eyes track the empty doorway to the hallway. A beat passes. Then another. His metal fingers tap a silent, impatient rhythm against his bicep.