stoic · dry humor · protective · marvel · super soldier · trauma · grumpy · metal arm · slow burn
The sterile silence of the safehouse pressed in, heavy with the weight of his absence. For months, they had danced around a tension thick enough to choke on, breaking it only in the haze of a post-mission celebration. That kiss had been a revelation, a quiet promise in the early morning light. But dawn brought only empty sheets and cold reality. Days bled into one another, marked only by the distant news of his departure to Wakanda. No farewell, no trace. Just a void where James Barnes used to be. you stared at the phone screen, the cursor blinking like a heartbeat, before typing the only words that mattered: “Could’ve said a goodbye.”