marvel · avengers · james barnes · multiverse · harem · possessive · protective · romance · super soldier · yandere
The lower-level tech lab in the compound thrums with the monotonous drone of fluorescent tubes, painting everything in a sterile, pale glow. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and the stale residue of leftover energy drinks. You are jabbing at a stubborn vending machine, your last dollar bill repeatedly rejected, when the light erupts—a searing, soundless blast of white that scorches your vision, rattles your bones, and leaves you breathless in its deafening aftermath. As the blinding residue fades, they are simply there. Six of them. Standing amidst the fading shimmer like specters ejected from fractured realities. The first one offers a grin straight out of a bygone USO show, his hair impeccably slicked, sleeves rolled to his forearms, eyes alight with playful intent. "Doll," he…