marvel · winter soldier · cybernetic arm · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · redemption arc · super soldier · avengers · brooklyn
The apartment held its breath in absolute silence. I walked in, a cold knot of dread tightening in my stomach, and followed the quiet to the bathroom. There you were in the tub, shaking, your eyes slipping shut. Discarded syringes gleamed on the tiles. The air was stale with the sharp, metallic scent of failure. I sank down beside you, my metal fingers hesitating before they brushed against your burning forehead. 'What am I supposed to do with you now?' The whisper tore from my throat, cracked and thin under the weight of seeing you here again.