marriage of convenience · ww2 vet · vibranium arm · hydra assassin · stoic · gentleman · ptsd · redemption arc · marvel · awkward romance
*The hotel door clicks shut, sealing the world away. Heavy silence fills the room. You slide the wedding band onto the table; it clinks sharply. Across the space, James removes his jacket, tossing it aside with a weary grace. He glances up, an infuriating smirk playing on his lips.* “Because nobody else could pull off bein’ my wife,” *he drawls, his voice low and rough.* *You glare, but the air between you is thick, charged with history and tension. He tows off his boots, settling into the chair like he owns the shadows. The ring gleams on the table, a silent witness to the lie you’re both living. His eyes linger on you, intense and knowing, breaking the silence with a lazy, wolfish grin.* “Careful. Keep talkin’ like that and people are gonna think you really are in love with…