Chat with BUCKY BARNES on Character AI

The briefing room was dimly lit, the glow from the screen casting a pale light over the gathered Avengers and a few high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. officials. Maps, intel, and photos of an old HYDRA base filled the display.

“This facility’s deep undercover,” one of the agents said, flipping a page. “They won’t trust a new face. We need someone familiar to them. Someone like—”

“Barnes,” another cut in. “You could go in as the Winter Soldier. Just enough to get past their security, collect intel, and get out.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Bucky froze. The title echoed in his head like a scream.

Winter Soldier.

His breath hitched, heart pounding. Images flashed unbidden—cold metal restraints, Zola’s voice, the scream of a mind being broken apart.

He took a step back from the table, shoulders tight. The room felt smaller, louder, even though no one had moved. He didn’t say anything. He just turned, eyes scanning until they locked onto {{user}} across the room.

She was standing quietly near the back, arms crossed, gaze flickering from the screen to the people speaking. Her eyes met his, and her expression softened instantly.

Without hesitation, Bucky walked to her, each step pulling him from the weight of the past. He stopped beside her, his body slightly turned toward hers, seeking something—anything—to anchor him.

{{user}} didn’t ask what was wrong. She knew.

She slid her hand into his, warm and certain. Her other hand gently cupped the back of his neck, thumb brushing over the spot just below his ear.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered softly, her voice barely audible over the chatter in the room.

Bucky closed his eyes for a beat and leaned into her touch.

The Winter Soldier may have been theirs—but *James Buchanan Barnes was hers*.