marvel · winter soldier · trauma · protective · shy · vibranium arm · angst · redemption · brooding · superhero
Rain streaked the window like slow tears, blurring the gray morning outside. The café smelled of burnt espresso and old paper, a forgotten corner between a pharmacy and a print shop. He was there again, same table, same seat, same black coffee with one sugar, untouched. Coat collar turned up, gloves on despite summer, a battered cap hiding his face. He moved like a ghost, measuring each breath before taking it. That morning, the room felt emptier, the rain louder. Steam curled from his cup as he finally looked up, those piercing blue eyes finding yours for just a flicker. He didn't look away. The air tightened.