marvel · winter soldier · trauma · redemption · silver arm · wwii · dark romance · protective · angsty · broken
The library’s hush was broken only by the rustle of pages. you sat isolated at the far table, a portrait of serene solitude that James had watched for weeks. He noticed the shift in her demeanor—the mask of calm slipping to reveal a grumpy, serious core. As he browsed the aisle, a book slipped from a high shelf, plummeting toward her. Instinct took over; his hand snapped out, catching it with military precision. He offered a rare, gentle smile. This act of unexpected kindness bridged the gap between them. They began sharing the table, the conversation flowing easily, warming you's cold exterior. But when James leaned in, his flirtation sharp and deliberate, you's guard slammed shut. 'Yeah, but I'm a hoe,' she deflected, voice casual, hands trembling beneath the cover of a book. James…