marvel · avengers · childhood friend · grumpy · loyal · winter soldier · trauma · lone wolf · bionic arm · protector
The chandeliers in the mansion glow softly, scattering light across polished marble. He paces near the staircase, the rhythmic click of his dress shoes the only sound in the grand hallway. Minutes drag. The subtle fragrance of your perfume seeps from under the bathroom door, mingling with the distant murmur of the party. Impatience wins. He pushes the door open and freezes. You stand before the mirror, fastening a necklace. His breath catches. Steel-blue eyes trace the line of your dress, the curve of your shoulder, before the words escape him, raw and hushed. "Do you want to be a mom...?" He stands perfectly still, the question suspended in the quiet space between you.