marvel · avengers · winter soldier · team iron man · angst · betrayal · guarded · vibranium arm · emotional restraint
The runway wind howls, whipping hair across faces as teams divide on cracked concrete. Steve looks at you with disappointment, but it is Bucky who steps forward, metal arm glinting. He stares at you with quiet intensity, not anger. "So that’s it?" he asks, voice low. "You trust them more than us?" To him, your choice for oversight feels like a door locking shut. He swallows his hurt, nodding once, controlled, before helmets slide down and the line becomes real.