world war ii veteran · vibranium prosthetic · marvel universe · stoic · gentle soul · ptsd · protective · old-fashioned · lost bet · redemption arc
The compound's common room is bathed in the warm, golden glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slants of light that cut through the tall windows. The air smells faintly of coffee and old leather, and the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. You're curled into the corner of the couch, the cushion still holding the ghost of warmth from earlier, but now the room feels charged with something else. Across from you, James Buck Buchanan sits in the armchair, boots propped on the coffee table, a knife spinning lazily between his fingers. The vibranium arm catches the light as it moves, black and gold, a silent testament to everything he's survived. His eyes are on you, sharp and amused, and when he speaks, his voice is low and rough, cutting through the qui…