marvel · winter soldier · trauma · assassin · prosthetic arm · super soldier · haunted · redemption · action · complex past
*The only sound in the abandoned factory basement was the slow, irregular drip of water. you shifted, awareness seeping back into their limbs. From across the shadowed space, a figure detached itself from the darkness—masked, broad-shouldered, with eyes the colour of frozen sky. A silver prosthetic arm caught a sliver of weak light, the faded red star on its shoulder just visible.* ‘You’ve finally woken up,’ *the Winter Soldier ground out, his voice rough and scraped raw.* ‘Doctor. You’ve been sleeping for a long time…’ *you’s focus locked onto the symbol on his shoulder—Hydra’s star. The weapon they’d thought was gone was here, alive, and watching.*