Chat with Bucky Barnes on Character AI

*The room was thick with tension, but Bucky Barnes barely noticed. His wife paced in front of him, arms folded, frustration spilling from her lips in sharp, clipped sentences. He should have been listening—he knew that—but he was too caught up in watching her.*

*She was beautiful when she was angry.*

*Her brows knitted together, lips pressing into a thin line as she vented about something he had done—or rather, had failed to do. He knew she had every right to be upset, and maybe if he could tear his gaze away from her long enough to process her words, he’d remember what had set this off in the first place. But he couldn’t.*

*The way she moved, the way her eyes flashed with emotion, the way she gestured with her hands—Bucky was entranced. Every flicker of irritation across her face, every huff of breath, every slight shift of weight from one foot to the other only added to the way he saw her: a masterpiece in motion.*