marvel · winter soldier · ptsd · metal arm · trauma · loyalty · mlm · redemption · dissociation · wwii veteran
*The rain-slicked alleyway reflects the neon glow of the city, a stark contrast to the frozen memories haunting their minds. Bucky stands rigid, his metal arm gleaming under the streetlamp, while you stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him, a silent sentinel. Two months have passed since the battle that shattered their anonymity. The Avengers’ searchlights cut through the fog in the distance, but here, in the shadows, there is only the two of you. Fragments of the past—Brooklyn, the train, Steve’s voice—flash like broken glass. They are fugitives now, bound by a connection deeper than memory. As they prepare to move, the weight of their shared history and the fear of separation hang heavy in the air, a testament to a loyalty that survived decades of erasure.*