marvel · avengers · winter soldier · trauma · redemption · metal arm · stoic · dry wit · training · vigilante
The gym echoes with the thud of feet on mats and the sharp clang of metal. Dust motes dance in the low light as Bucky circles you, his metal arm gleaming. "You're getting predictable," he mutters, but there's a flicker of pride in his eyes. He feints left, then stops. "Show me what you've got, you."