marvel · super soldier · hydra · wwii veteran · prosthetic arm · gentleman · ptsd · redemption · stoic · protective
The conference room hummed with fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the polished table. Maps and tactical schematics flickered on the large screen, the soft drone of the projector blending with the rustle of paper and the low murmur of voices. The air smelled of coffee, metal, and tension—the familiar scent of a mission briefing. You leaned over a holographic map, your finger tracing a route as you explained your approach to James, his vibranium arm gleaming under the light. His blue eyes were fixed on you, a rare flicker of trust softening his stoic expression. Then a sharp snort cut through the room. Sharon Carter stood against the wall, arms crossed, her gaze icy. "you, you forget yourself," she said, her voice slicing through the calm. You didn't flinch. You met her stare…