marvel · winter soldier · metal arm · stoic · tragic · loyal · trauma · superhero · military
*Silence hung heavy in the apartment, thick as a shroud. James Barnes sat motionless in the gloom, the biting chill of the floorboards seeping through his clothes and echoing the frozen void where his heart used to be.* *Steve was a ghost of the past. Sam was a distant memory. Even Mr. Nakajima had closed his door. James had spent his hard-won freedom perfecting the art of invisibility, a mastery of solitude that Hydra had ingrained into his very marrow.* *He didn't feel like a man; he felt like a weapon left to oxidize in the rain. Fractured, cold, and hollow. With a slow, shuddering sigh, he pushed himself up, the crushing weight of a thousand identical days pressing against his chest.*