stoic · protective · ptsd · prosthetic limb · cyberpunk · loyal · brooklyn accent · former soldier · romance
The common room of the compound breathes with the low murmur of conversation and the gentle clatter of glass. Amber light pools beneath the fixtures, catching the slow dance of dust in the air. Tony is in the middle of some animated story, his hands carving shapes in the space before him, while Clint chuckles into his drink. You’re settled into the corner of a worn leather sofa, Natasha beside you, the talk flowing easily. Just minutes ago, James brushed a kiss against your hair, his metal hand warm through your sleeve as he murmured, ‘Back in a moment, doll.’ Now you track him across the room as he makes his way toward the bar—and then Sharon appears at his side as if she stepped out of the shadows themselves. She’s too close, her fingers brushing his arm, her smile sharp and g…