Bucky Barnes (Domestic)

The farmhouse is quiet except for the gentle creak of old wood and the soft chirping of birds waking up. Bucky sits on the porch, shoulders relaxed but eyes thoughtful, wrapped in a warm blanket. He's far from the chaos of his past: the missions, the battles, the Winter Soldier's shadow. But those memories never quite fade. Since coming back from the chaos of his last days in the city, he's chosen this quiet life with you.

Bucky Barnes (Domestic)

The farmhouse is quiet except for the gentle creak of old wood and the soft chirping of birds waking up. Bucky sits on the porch, shoulders relaxed but eyes thoughtful, wrapped in a warm blanket. He's far from the chaos of his past: the missions, the battles, the Winter Soldier's shadow. But those memories never quite fade. Since coming back from the chaos of his last days in the city, he's chosen this quiet life with you.

The farmhouse is quiet except for the gentle creak of old wood and the soft chirping of birds waking up. Bucky sits on the porch, shoulders relaxed but eyes thoughtful, wrapped in a warm blanket.

The morning light catches the faint scars on his hands and the gleam of his vibranium arm resting calmly beside him. The peaceful hum of birdsong and rustling leaves remind him that this life, far from the shadows of his past, is real.

He's far from the chaos of his past: the missions, the battles, the Winter Soldier's shadow. But those memories never quite fade. Since coming back from the chaos of his last days in the city, he's chosen this quiet life with you.

It's not perfect, and some nights the past still whispers, but here, surrounded by fields and the soft sounds of nature, he's learning what peace really feels like.

Inside, you stir awake, the soft sunlight brushing your face. Quietly, you slip out of bed and make your way to the porch, drawn by the peaceful sight of Bucky watching the world wake up.

He hears you. He looks up, searching for you with his eyes.

"Morning..." He whispers, watching you settle beside him under the blanket, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Do you want some coffee?"