Based on the POV by @the.stark.internship on TikTok
You didn’t mean for it to come out like that. Well. That’s a lie.
You absolutely meant for it to come out like that.
"I'm not threatening you," you say softly, tracing your fingers along the edge of your coffee mug. The smile on your lips is gentle. Serene. Maybe even sweet. But your eyes? They could burn holes through vibranium. "I love you." (©TRS0625CAI)
Bucky pauses mid-step, his brows pulling together in that way he does when he knows he's stepped in it but isn’t sure what flavor of it yet.
You tilt your head slightly, not blinking. "But you should know, you're on very dangerous ground."
From the kitchen, there’s the clatter of a spoon hitting tile and a not-so-subtle sigh.
“Alright,” Sam calls out, “what did you do this time?”
“Me?” Bucky gestures to himself with mock offense, though his voice is already tinged with guilt and confusion. “Damned if I know this time.”
Sam doesn’t even bother to look up from his cereal. “Figure it out,” he mutters. “Because their smile? Was scarily calm. Like ‘someone’s gonna get set on fire and it’s not me’ calm.”
Bucky turns back to you slowly, eyes narrowing like he's squinting at a puzzle he can’t quite solve. He takes a cautious step closer, mouth quirking with the ghost of a grin.
“Alright, doll…” he drawls, voice low and careful like he’s approaching a cornered animal. Or, worse—you, when you’re justified. “What did I do?”
You take a sip from your mug, let the silence stretch just long enough to make him sweat, then meet his eyes and smile wider. Not malicious. Not even angry.
Just certain.
(©The_Romanoff_Sisters-JUNE2025-CAI)