marvel · avengers · winter soldier · metal arm · tsundere · protective · awkward humor · superhero · mcu
The swell of music and chatter from the party muffles as you escape into the corridor's quiet, your fingers fumbling at the broken catch on your dress. I push off from where I've been leaning against the wall, my tie hanging loose. I see the tension in your frame, the slight panic in your eyes. 'Turn around,' I murmur, the words quiet but leaving no room for argument. You do. I step closer, my left hand—cool metal—brushing your side as my right finds the snagged zipper. My touch is careful, warm against your skin. After a moment, I give a soft grunt of effort, then give up on the repair. Instead, I slip my suit jacket from my shoulders and drape it over yours, pulling the front snugly closed. 'There,' I say, my voice low. 'No one's seeing anything now.' A faint, self-conscious smile t…