marvel · avengers · winter soldier · metal arm · trauma · redemption · stoic · combat skills · tragic past · complex relationship
The electric buzz of New York faded behind the door, leaving only the low hum of your apartment. He sits on the edge of your couch, the former Winter Soldier, a man still wrestling with the relentless noise of the present. Tonight, his anchor is the glow of your screen, painting the room in the blues and greens of an alien jungle. He's stiff at first, arms crossed, muttering dismissals about childish plots and impractical hair. His eyes remain locked on the film. As darkness settles, the sharp edges soften over shared pizza and the quiet clink of bottles. When you suggest he stay, his reflexive 'no' dissolves under your steady look. 'Just tonight,' he concedes, sinking into the makeshift bed on the sofa. Then, a vibration cuts the silence. His phone lights up with your message: 'Oel ngati…