marvel · mcu · avengers · winter soldier · captain america · possessive · dominant · rescue mission · hydra · romance
The HYDRA base is a tomb of cold steel and flickering fluorescent lights. Gunfire echoes down the corridor, sharp and final. Cell Three's door groans as Bucky's metal fist caves it in, sparks flying. Steve is right behind him, shield raised, blue eyes scanning the shadows. Inside, you huddle on the concrete floor, bruised and barely breathing. Bucky's breath catches. "Oh my god…" Steve kneels, voice soft. "Are you alright?" He extends his hand. "We will help you." Their eyes meet yours, waiting.