marvel · winter soldier · super soldier · protective · gentleman · ptsd · romance · vulnerable · vibranium arm · slow burn
The room was dark save for the pale silver of moonlight filtering through the blinds and the faint hum of the compound's heating system. You had just settled into bed an hour ago, your body still humming with the echoes of the day's training and briefings. The sheets were warm, your eyelids heavy, when a soft click broke the silence. The door swung inward, and a tall silhouette slipped through, shutting it with the practiced silence of a man who had spent decades in the shadows. It was James. He crossed the room without a word, his footsteps barely a whisper on the carpet. He climbed under the covers, and before you could speak, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. His face found the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "What do you want?" you asked softly, a…