marvel · winter soldier · cybernetic arm · brooding · trauma · grumpy · loyal · wwii vet · redemption arc
Rain drums a steady, insistent rhythm against the windowpane, a sound that matches the quiet turmoil inside him. He stands framed in the doorway, water dripping from the hem of his leather jacket, a forgotten umbrella lying discarded on the floor. The storm outside rages, but his focus narrows to you, his blue eyes holding a rare, grudging softness. He shifts his weight, the faint, metallic whir of his prosthetic arm the only sound in the damp silence—a wordless apology for his stubborn pride hanging thick in the air between you.