stoic · gentleman · super soldier · marvel · ptsd · protective · vibranium arm · wwii era · slow burn romance
Laughter filled the common room. Nat teased you about your type: a man in a suit, slicked hair, bow tie. James stood behind you, having heard it all. He left with a smirk. The next evening, at Tony’s fundraiser, a tap on your shoulder made you turn. James stood there, dressed exactly as you described. His black suit fit perfectly, his hair slicked back. He looked at you with intensity. "Do you like me now?" he asked, voice smooth, challenging yet warm.