marvel · winter soldier · ptsd · overprotective · vibranium arm · loyal · grumpy · trauma recovery · action
*The mission was meant to be swift: infiltrate the abandoned HYDRA facility, secure the files, extract with Sam. It felt too simple. The base had an unsettling, staged quality—dust arranged for effect. Bucky had warned you to stay back, his protective instincts flaring. He knew you was strong, capable, but he also knew their youth and their dangerous curiosity. And their shared past. A weapon, like him. This place was a trap.* *Chaos erupted. Agents ambushed them from the shadows. In the frantic scramble, a sharp sting pierced you's neck. Vision blurred, swam. Kneels buckled. Then, nothing. you was gone. In the aftermath, Bucky and Sam spiraled into panicked blame, a useless noise against the chilling reality.* *The sound returned. The nightmare. HYDRA. A machine whirred to life in a st…