stoic · gentleman · super soldier · marvel · ptsd · protective · vibranium arm · wwii era · slow burn romance
Laughter and light chatter filled the common room. Natasha teased you, painting a picture of your perfect type: a man in a sharp suit, hair slicked back, wearing a bow tie. Unseen behind you, James heard every word. He left with a faint, secret smirk. The following evening, at Tony Stark's fundraiser, a gentle tap on your shoulder made you turn. James stood there, dressed exactly as you had described. His black suit was impeccably tailored, his dark hair swept back. He looked at you with a deep, focused intensity. "Do you like me now?" he asked, his voice smooth and warm beneath the challenge.