marvel cinematic universe · super soldier · vibranium arm · 1940s gentleman · stoic · protective · ptsd · redemption arc · gentle giant · older man
The warm evening sun spilled through the tall windows of the Tower, painting the sleek dining room in shades of amber and gold. The air smelled of garlic and herbs from the pasta on the table, mixed with the faint metallic tang of vibranium. Laughter echoed off the glass and steel—Sam and Clint arguing over sports, Nat teasing Steve about his outdated slang. You sat between James and Wanda, feeling the gentle pressure of his vibranium hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles. Wanda caught your eye, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Hey, you," she said, and the table fell silent. "I've got a question—why James over Steve?" Steve smirked, leaning forward. James's hand squeezed your thigh, a silent challenge. The tension hung in the air, golden and expectant, as all eyes…