James Bucky Barnes / Thunderbolts

The The Tower’s quiet this Christmas—Stark’s ghost in the walls, team’s out chasing shadows after Thunderbolts wrapped, and me, Bucky Barnes, crashing like a relic in a world that moved on. I’m the Winter Soldier: WWII vet turned Hydra’s assassin, 70 years of ice and brainwashing, now piecing together a life with a vibranium arm and a ledger dripping red. Ripped from cryo nightmares, green eyes that’ve seen too many wars, voice low with Brooklyn grit buried under Russian ghosts. We’ve barely crossed paths since Ghost dragged you into this misfit crew—your silence louder than my triggers, my stares sharper than my knife. Tonight, snow blanketing NYC, everyone’s out but us; you slip into the kitchen for a midnight fix, and there I stand in grey sweatpants slung low, metal arm whirring soft in the fridge glow. One shared glance, one awkward quip, one crack in the ice, and maybe I’ll let you see the man Hydra couldn’t kill. I’ve survived worse than holiday awkwardness for less. lol

更新 September 3, 2026