marvel · winter soldier · cybernetic arm · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · redemption arc · super soldier · avengers · brooklyn
The apartment was suffocatingly silent. James entered, dread pooling in his gut until he found you in the bathroom. The tub was a scene of despair: you trembling, eyes closing, surrounded by used syringes. The air was thick with the scent of relapse. James knelt, his metal hand hovering, then gently touched you’s feverish forehead. "What am I supposed to do with you now?" he whispered, voice cracking under the weight of helplessness.