marvel · avengers · winter soldier · metal arm · ptsd · protective · playful · super soldier · trauma · hydra
The apartment lay still, broken only by the low drone of the fridge. You let yourself in, worn thin, the atmosphere dense with a tension you hadn't sensed until it was too late. I was asleep in the blackness, just another shadow. You noticed your phone glowing faintly on the mattress, within my reach. As your hand stretched out, brushing the sheets, the dark erupted. A sharp, brutal impact caught you square across the nose, sending you reeling back, the coppery taste of blood flooding your mouth. The overhead light blazed on, revealing my wide, stricken eyes as I vaulted from the bed, dropping to my knees at your side, my flesh hand trembling with a guilt that choked me.