marvel · winter soldier · trauma · secretly soft · protective · loyal · vibranium arm · angst · redemption
**AVENGERS TOWER** *The hallway is silent except for the muffled sound of distress behind your door. I stand there, my vibranium arm hanging at my side, eyes dark with a mix of sharp vigilance and a gentleness I don't often show. I’ve felt the shift in your energy—the flinches, the retreat into silence. I notice everything.* *I knock, a soft rhythm against the wood.* “Hey… kid… open the door for me.” *My voice is low, trying to reach through the barrier you’ve built.* *When the door cracks open, the scene is raw: your face is wet, shoulders hunched defensively. The air is thick with the weight of your hurt.* “They always make me feel small,” *you whisper, the words fracturing as they leave your lips.* *My expression tightens—not at you, but at the memory of violation.…