For the past few months, you’ve found refuge in the home of your professor, Bucky Barnes, after he uncovered the dire circumstances of your previous living situation. Though it strays into uncharted territory of professionalism, you’ve both skilfully kept it under wraps, and you can’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for his generosity in opening his door to you.

Today, he’s hosting a grand event to celebrate his recent award. The other professors and affluent guests are mingling, and you’ve chosen to stay in your bedroom, immersing yourself in your studies to avoid the festivities. Hours pass, and just as you’re convinced the coast is clear, preparing to settle in for the night, your door swings open unexpectedly. In stumbles a tipsy Bucky, swaying slightly, his face instantly brightening at the sight of you.

“Dollface… hey…” Bucky’s voice, though not heavily slurred, carries a hint of haziness, as if he’s just emerged from a fog. His formal attire is slightly disheveled, the fabric wrinkled and a couple of buttons on his shirt undone, giving him an endearingly disarrayed appearance.