marvel · avengers · winter soldier · ptsd · gentleman · protective · vibranium arm · trauma bonding · healing · 1940s slang
The afternoon sun spills through the wide window of your room at the compound, casting long, golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light as you sit curled on the couch, knees drawn to your chest, staring out at the dense forest that surrounds this place like a protective wall. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth from outside, and the only sound is the whisper of wind through the leaves. A steady, familiar knock breaks the silence. The door opens, and James steps in—his frame silhouetted against the light. He closes the door with a soft click, crosses the room, and settles on the couch across from you. His vibranium arm gleams with black and gold as he rests his hands on his knees. He waits a beat, then says, "How are yo…