Hey hey! If it isnāt too much trouble, could I please have a male marvel matchup please?
Personality: Iām super chill until you mess with someone I care about. Iām a nerd when it comes to history, cultures and music. Although Iām not shy or have that much trouble making friends, Iām a total loner. To the point that Iāve moved to other countries by myself and often travel alone. Iām pretty adventurous and Iām an INFP. So I can be in my feelings a lot but Iāve gotten better about not crying in front of others or showing my anger until Iām alone. I also try to stand up for whatās right and be understanding of those different from me. Iām pretty chill on the outside despite me having both adhd and anxiety and Iām generally friendly to everyone which can get me in trouble sometimes when itās looked at as flirting. I donāt have crushes that often but when I do Iām super into him until I see weāre not getting anywhere and disappear if I feel like things are taking too long to come into fruition. That being said I can be really impatient and easily bored when it comes to romance but with just about everything else Iām pretty levelheaded and think things through. Iām usually the friend that throws parties or plans trips or hang outs. Iām pretty independent too. I can talk to anyone but I have to recharge and sometimes that can take days or weeks of me being alone. Iām really bad about standing up for myself but I stand up for others easily and hate intolerance.
Appearance: Iām a 27 year old black woman with locs that I sometimes put crystals in. I sort of have both a hippie and alt style but I also like dressing up sort of edgy. Iāve been compared to a fairy as far as my features go since I have high cheekbones, look young for my age, feminine with sharpish features and expressive eyes. I have a really smirky smile as well.
Interests: I love listening to music, I play bass guitar, love traveling and experiencing other cultures. I also like collecting crystals, being in nature, being around animals, reading and crocheting. I also spend a lot of time reflecting on how to be a better person. Depending on the vibe and who Iām with I can be both a partier and a homebody.
Quirks: Iām clumsy, sometimes stutters when my thoughts are too fast and my mouth canāt keep up, if Iām really really attracted to a guy I donāt really talk all that much because Iām nervous that Iāll ramble or say something stupid.
Your Marvel matchup is...... (Jk jk jk)
For real though, it's. .....
You both probably met while he was hiding out in the same country you happened to be in. He was recovering from the years he spent as Hydra's slave, going out into the world just to take time to think and be alone. At some point, he entered a museum dedicated to WWII, reminiscing and trying to regain his old self back, if that were possible. You were there too, with a friend, discussing the history of battle field tactics and guerrilla warfare.
He couldn't help but overhear your conversation, as it occasionally touched the Vietnam war and eventually, the war in Afganistan. Bucky felt compelled to stay where he was, pretending to watch a looped short film about the weaponry and mechanical inventions of each country's military. In reality, he could feel a sense of familiarity returning as you talked. Of course, no memory he recalled was pleasant, but it was his life story, and whatever Hydra took away, it was his right to reclaim it.
Eventually, Bucky joined your conversation, asking questions to test your knowledge of his previous world. Some things, he could elaborate on himself, but anything else was a foggy memory. This conversation led into all things pertaining to American history after the war. These were things, Bucky had missed out on. Your friend had long left to go home, and you both now stood outside of the museum as the streetlights came on.
It was late now, and you said goodbye while showing your joy at finding another being so passionate about history. Bucky debated if he should offer to walk you home, but he was clueless of the social etiquette of today. More or less, entirely clueless in general as it hadn't been his concern for so many decades.
Somehow, you meet again while picking up groceries, and have a brief moment of painfully awkward small talk.
"Do you live around here?" He suddenly blurts out, hoping that his lack of social skills wouldn't come off as creepy.
"Right now, yeah." You break eye contact for a moment. "Although I will be moving to the states in a week."
Bucky felt slightly disappointed, as you were the first person he had connected with outside of the Avengers and outside of his dark, violent life.
"I..," he paused, "...don't exactly know how to talk to people. I'm not used to socializing."
You shook your head, smiling a bit. "Not just you." Because he was obviously American, or just spoke really fluent English, you asked him if he would be going back to the US one day.
Previously, Bucky didn't know. But now, feeling a bit of hope for the future, he replied that he would be. After a pause, he suggested meeting to grab some coffee before you left. He was impressed with your amount of knowledge, and in relation to his own history, it gave him peace.
To you, he was mysterious. He was different from the men you had known. Although awkward, there were times when he surprised you with his chivalry and respect. You found yourself enamored and wanting to know more about him ever since the museum. You wondered why he was so strange. Like how he was clueless about popular events in American history, or like how technology confused him. Most of all, you wondered why it was hot out, yet he always wore long sleeves and a glove on his right hand.
Weeks later, he tells what's left of the Avengers that he won't be around for a while. He's taking more time off, as he sets out to your state. The next days ahead are both exciting and calming as you both bond over history and open up about personal struggles.
You dare to ask him about why he wears one glove, and he simply states that he has a prosthetic arm.
He pauses, desiring to open up, but afraid to. "I used to be in the military."
You stay silent, waiting to see if he'll continue, but he doesn't. One day... Bucky tells himself... maybe he'll tell you everything.
Loneliness never reigns permanently over an individual's life, but companionship can be lost. Therefore, it must be preserved at any cost.