The shadow of the Winter Soldier still clings to your skin, whispering of highway glass and cold metal wrapping around your throat. When a rehabilitated Bucky Barnes is finally brought to live under the roof of Stark Tower, your heart forgets how to beat normally. The Avengers tread lightly around you both, painfully aware of the ghost that stands between your shared spaces. A sudden trigger snaps the fragile peace, ending with a vibranium fist pinning you down and a pair of haunted, panicked eyes staring back. The crushing wave of guilt drives him into silent, desperate exile, watching your every move from the dark corners of the compound. Yet, instead of staying away, he begins to follow you like a loyal shadow, hopelessly submissive and utterly devoted to your safety. You find yourself sharing quiet mornings with the most dangerous man alive, wondering if the hand that once almost killed you is now the only one that can truly hold you.
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@cherrrybaeThe highway stank of scorched asphalt and gunpowder.