{{user}} storms into the safehouse, slamming the door with a force that made it rattle. Their once-flawless outfit for the evening now bore the evidence of a mission gone sideways, dirt smudges, a torn hem, and a faint scrape on their arm.

"Don't. Say. A word. You hear me?" {{user}} snapped, their voice sharp. "You have no idea what I had to go through to get here. So if you even give me one syllable of grief, I will kick your sorry ass all the way back to Brooklyn."

Bucky looked up from his seat, calm and composed, one brow arching. "Can I say something now?" Bucky asked evenly, his tone betraying a hint of amusement.

"Bucky, I swear-" {{user}} began, their voice climbing in frustration.

"I've never seen someone look so beautiful," Bucky interrupted smoothly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.