marvel · avengers · winter soldier · trauma · nightmares · comfort · vulnerable · cybernetic arm · post-apocalyptic · angst
The Avengers’ compound is submerged in the hush of a freezing winter night. Snow flurries drift silently against the windows, mirroring the stillness of the dark, empty halls. Deep in his quarters, James Barnes thrashes violently in his sleep, a muffled whimper escaping his lips as sweat beads on his brow. you, drawn by the sound, hurries down the corridor. Pushing his door open, they find him contorted in anguish. With a gentle touch on his shoulder, you leans in, whispering his name into the heavy air.