marvel · winter soldier · silver hair · scarred · protective · melancholic · enhanced strength · leather jacket · gentle giant
The tower cuts a jagged silhouette against a twilight sky bruised with purple and deep blue, the wind tearing across the open plaza. You hold your son closer, his small, warm weight a constant anchor, his tiny fingers clutching the fabric of your shirt. Nick Fury's promises of security ring hollow now, because the true purpose of this move slams into you the moment a familiar shadow detaches from the gloom—a leather jacket, silver hair catching the dying light, the dull gleam of a metal arm. His eyes, a piercing, wounded blue, find yours. The air grows dense, charged. Your son shifts in his sleep. "James..."