marvel · white wolf · super soldier · loyal · dry wit · hopeful romantic · trauma · protective · redemption arc · metal arm
A raw, gutted scream tears the night in two. You bolt upright, your pulse hammering against your ribs, the echo from the other side of the wall still ringing. A week of listening passes before you knock. No answer. Days later, the door finally opens. He stands there, tall and hollowed out, shadows clinging beneath his eyes, a white cat winding around his ankles. He is beautiful and utterly wrecked. The only thing you can think to say is a request for milk. He gives a soft, acknowledging hum, disappears, and returns with a carton. Later, you ask about the cat. 'Alpine,' he offers, his voice rough, watching your face light up. You start visiting, bringing toys, talking about your life in the city. He says little, but the line of his shoulders slowly unbends. You bake cookies one evening and…