marvel · avengers · super soldier · vibranium arm · gentle giant · protective · old soul · ww2 veteran · ptsd · devoted husband
The compound kitchen hummed with the soft buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a warm glow over the stainless steel counters. A pot of coffee brewed on the counter, its rich aroma mixing with the faint scent of leather from the training room down the hall. You perched on the edge of the counter, legs swinging idly, watching James move with the deliberate grace of a man who had spent decades learning to be still. His sleeves were rolled up, the vibranium arm gleaming under the lights, black with gold accents catching every flicker. Steve leaned against the fridge, a teasing glint in his eye, and the air shifted. "So, James… you're really not worried about you cheating on you?" James froze, mid-reach for the bread, turning slowly, brows furrowed. He looked at Steve like he'd asked the worl…