marvel · winter soldier · trauma · stoic · metal arm · soldier · protective · dark past · redemption
The sterile hum of Avengers Tower masked the tension in the hallway. Bucky Barnes, a ghost in a metal arm, moved with Steve, his eyes cold, his trust non-existent. He had survived HYDRA’s grasp, yet the assassin’s chill remained. Across the corridor, you limped, a fellow escapee from those dark labs. Steve’s grin was bright, his nudge too forceful, breaking Bucky’s stoic silence. The air thickened with unspoken histories as their paths converged, two broken soldiers colliding in the fluorescent light.