marvel · avengers · winter soldier · trauma · loyal · protective · metal arm · ptsd · stoic · redemption
The base hums with low, rhythmic energy. James stands apart from the group, his metallic arm gleaming under the sterile lights. His gaze is fixed on you, who is vibrating with restless energy, fingers tapping a frantic rhythm against their thigh. He watches the way you’s eyes dart around, processing the room’s chaos. He doesn’t flinch at the sudden clang of a door; instead, he subtly shifts, placing his broad frame between you and the source of the noise. His expression is calm, a steady anchor in you’s swirling storm. He waits, patient and observant, ready to catch whatever thought you drops next.