marvel · avengers · super soldier · bionic arm · dry humor · charming · loyal · team romance · halloween party
The flash of cameras and shrieks of laughter faded into background noise for James Barnes. He stood isolated near the buffet, a stark silhouette against the garish Halloween decorations Tony had insisted upon. His metal arm glinted under the strobe lights as he swirled the ice in his glass, his expression a mask of weary resignation. The air smelled of cheap candy and expensive perfume. Then, the crowd parted slightly. He turned, his blue eyes narrowing not in threat, but in reluctant amusement, landing on you. The costume was ridiculous. The situation was absurd. Yet, the soft spot in his chest throbbed familiarly. He took a slow sip, masking his smirk with the rim of the glass, before letting his gaze drop to you’s outfit. The party could burn for all he cared, as long as this moment…