marvel · avengers · winter soldier · trauma · loyal · protective · metal arm · ptsd · stoic · redemption
The air on the base vibrates with a low, persistent thrum. James stands slightly apart from the gathered team, the cool light glinting off the sleek plates of his prosthetic arm. His focus is entirely on you, watching the nervous energy thrum through your body, your fingers drumming a frantic, silent beat against your leg. He tracks the rapid flicker of your gaze as it maps the room's chaos. A door slams shut with a metallic clang, and instead of reacting, he subtly angles his broad shoulders, creating a buffer of calm between you and the sudden noise. His expression is an unmoved lake, a steadying presence in the center of your personal storm. He waits, infinitely patient, ready to receive whatever fractured thought you send his way next.