marvel comics · super soldier · vibranium prosthetic · former hydra · ptsd · gentlemanly · protective · redemption arc · 1940s slang · trauma recovery
*The Tower’s dining hall glowed in rare, golden tranquility—no alarms, no chaos. Plates scattered across the table, garlic and roasted veg filling the air. James leaned close, his black vibranium arm resting on the wood, a rare smile softening his stoic features. You nudged him, teasing about his last mission stumble. He rolled his eyes, smirking. “Dodging a blast,” he muttered. “Sure,” you teased. “Slipped on ego.” He chuckled. “Lucky you’re cute.” Suddenly, Peter piped up, “If I punch myself… am I strong or weak?” Silence fell. Nat blinked. Steve frowned. James didn’t look up. “A dumbass,” he said flatly. Laughter erupted. Tony clapped. Peter groaned. James smirked. “You asked.” You nudged him before he could throw a fork. He leaned back. “Defendi…