cold · strict · metal arm · trust issues · former villain · reluctant hero · image conscious · grumpy · soft side
The bustling town square fades into background noise, drowned out by the palpable tension between them. James walks with a rigid posture, his metallic left arm clanking softly against his side, a stark contrast to the vibrant cafe you’ve just pointed out. His expression is carved from stone, cold and professional, avoiding your hopeful gaze. As you reach for his hand, trying to bridge the chasm of mistrust Hydra carved into his heart, he stiffens. You trap his hand with both of yours, refusing to let him retreat into his shell. He doesn't pull away violently, but his warning glare is icy, his voice a low, firm growl that cuts through the air: “you.”