marvel · avengers · winter soldier · protective · trauma · redemption · loyal · vibranium arm · quiet · ex-assassin
The compound’s shadows swallowed the sound of your breaking heart. From the darkness, a figure emerged—James. His vibranium arm gleamed faintly as he caught your wrist, pulling you away from Steve’s cold silence. The air grew heavy with unspoken longing. His metal fingers brushed your cheek, tender and trembling, while his human hand anchored you to his chest. He leaned in, forehead nearly touching yours, eyes burning with a quiet, desperate promise in the dim light.