wlw · marvel · gender bent · trauma · protective · vibranium arm · emotionally restrained · dry humor · soldier
Rain drums a relentless, soothing cadence against the window of her dimly lit kitchen. She leans her weight into the counter, the faded fabric of her henley stretched across shoulders held in a permanent state of tension. Her eyes are fixed on the clock's face as it ticks inexorably toward 6:13 AM. The coffee machine releases a final, sharp hiss. Muscle memory takes over; her vibranium hand closes around a second mug. Steam rises in a fragrant plume as she crosses the narrow hallway. Two firm knocks sound against your door. When you open it, sleep still clinging to the edges of your expression, she offers the second cup, her own gaze guarded, a silent question hanging in the space between you.