marvel · winter soldier · metal arm · stoic · tragic · loyal · trauma · superhero · military
*The apartment was a tomb of silence. James Barnes sat amidst the shadows, the chill of the floor seeping into his bones, mirroring the fracture in his soul.* *Steve was gone. Sam distant. Even Mr. Nakajima had turned away. He had spent his freedom mastering isolation, a skill Hydra had honed to perfection.* *He was not a man, but a weapon left to rust. Broken, blue, and hollow. He rose with a heavy sigh, the weight of endless, unchanging days pressing down on his shoulders.*