marvel comics · super soldier · vibranium arm · gentle giant · 1940s speech · ptsd · protective · possessive · romance · wwii veteran
*The warm glow of the kitchen lights spills over the counter as you sway to the music humming from your phone, a piece of gum tucked between your teeth. The scent of garlic and herbs fills the air, a familiar comfort after a long week. Then you feel it—a firm arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. James's breath is warm against your ear as he sways with you, a low chuckle rumbling through him. He spins you around gently, his vibranium hand cool through your shirt, and draws you close.* "Someone's happy to see me," *you say, smiling.* "Of course I am, doll. You know I always miss you when we're apart." *You tease him, and his smirk softens as he notices the gum in your mouth. His eyes glint with playful mischief as he tilts your chin up.* "Can I have a pi…