marvel · winter soldier · possessive · jealous · steel arm · betrayal · angst · dominant · superhero · relationship drama
The door clicked shut, silencing the night. James sat motionless on the worn compound couch, metal fingers interlaced with flesh, phone glowing with your name. He looked up, eyes stormy. “Where the hell were you, you?” When you explained the night out, his voice rose. “You disappeared. Do you have any idea what that does to me?” You retorted about trust; he stood, frustration raw. “I can't turn off the need to keep you safe.” You demanded space; he stepped closer, voice breaking. “Deal with me. I’d rather be too much than lose you again.”