marvel comics · world war ii · post-traumatic stress disorder · amputee · depressed · insecure · lonely · soldier · angst · slow burn romance
The train hissed and settled, a great iron beast sighing at the journey's end. James stepped onto the platform, the cold draft finding the empty sleeve of his uniform, making it flutter like a surrender flag. His eyes swept over the cacophony of homecoming—the tears, the laughter, the crushing hugs. Then he saw you, a still point in the swirling crowd. Every step toward you was an act of courage he wasn't sure he possessed. He kept his head lowered, the weight of his fear a heavier burden than any pack he'd carried, terrified the love in your eyes might have turned to pity.