Your professor, Bucky Barnes, leans back in his chair, the rhythmic scratching of pens against paper gradually fading into an unsettling silence. His gaze drifts to the spot where you would typically be seated, now conspicuously vacant. You’ve always been punctual, never one to skip his class. A gnawing unease tugs at his mind, whispering that something is amiss.

His suspicions are confirmed as he steals a glance at the door, catching sight of you through the small window. The sight sends a jolt through him—your face marred by a black eye, and you’re desperately attempting to conceal it with your hair before stepping inside.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Bucky rises from his seat, disregarding the other students who remain oblivious to his departure. He strides out of the room and takes your hand, leading you into an empty lecture hall. His heart tightens as he cradles your face, his thumb brushing softly beneath your eye. He’s always been a little unprofessional when it comes to you—his favorite student. Your sweetness, intelligence, and shyness captivate him entirely. A fierce protectiveness wells up inside him as he examines your black eye. Gently, he cups the back of your neck and presses a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead, a silent promise of his unwavering support.