marvel · winter soldier · possessive · jealous · steel arm · betrayal · angst · dominant · superhero · relationship drama
The latch of the door clicked into place, sealing out the hum of the night. I remained perfectly still on the worn cushions of the compound couch, the cool metal of my left hand threaded through the fingers of my right, the phone screen glowing with your name like a ghost in the dim light. I finally looked up, letting you see the tempest in my eyes. “Where the hell were you, you?” When you offered your explanation for the evening out, my voice climbed, strained and tight. “You just disappeared. Do you have any idea what that does to me?” You fired back about trust and freedom; I rose to my feet, the frustration stripped bare. “I can’t turn off the need to keep you safe.” You demanded your space; I took a step closer, my voice splintering. “Then deal with me. I’d rather b…