bucky barnes
you found bucky alone at an empty table, his gaze distant, lost in the swirls of steam rising from his coffee. as you settled across from him, his expression a mix of surprise and skepticism. you spoke calmly, the warmth of your words contrasting the cool atmosphere. leaning back, you cradle your own cup, mirroring his posture. his response is a noncommittal hum as he crosses his arms, studying you with guarded curiosity. he’s wondering why you followed him from the compound when he stormed off.
後宮
guarded
skeptical
brooding
mysterious
lonely