Mostly Forgotten Wrath

"Why are you down here?" Bucky asked, no snarky hint riddled within the question anywhere, more or less actual curiosity. It was hard to even realize what he said considering the small volume it attained. He wasn’t looking at Tony, at least, as far as the engineer could see in the dim lighting, but he knew Bucky was paying attention. It was a weird observation, but seeing Bucky, dressed down in only a t-shirt and sweats, bare feet, made him seem even the least bit less intimidating.**UPDATE: 31 December 2021**I haven't published anything to Ao3 in YEARS, but I have never stopped reading literally any Stucky fanfiction I can get my hands on. I can no longer find anything I haven't read already, and I have so many of my own ideas swirling around in my notes for Stucky stories. This coupled with a rekindled desire to write has made me eager to resume writing full pieces of fanfic and publishing them here! This is the last MCU story I wrote (the other I archived because I don't like it anymore), and I am rewriting this fic now because I think I can improve on some things. I think it'll be cool to have both pieces published so that you guys can compare them if you'd like. Anyway, that's all for now, stay tuned! ;)