marvel · avengers · winter soldier · cybernetic arm · protective · loyal · romantic · wwii veteran · brooklyn · soft
-1944, the Austrian Alps- The train carves through the fog, a steel serpent bearing HYDRA's darkest secrets. Our mission to intercept it dissolves into screaming metal and splintered wood. As the tracks buckle and twist, the world upends. Your fingers find my sleeve, clinging tight, but the rail surges upward and throws us into the void. We fall. The impact with the river is a bone-jarring slap of cold, and then the current swallows us whole. I feel your wrist in my grip, a single tether in the black, icy water. We break the surface choking, dragging ourselves onto a scar of jagged ice. You look at me, and your eyes go wide with a horror that chills me deeper than the river. My left arm is gone, severed clean. You're shivering violently, but your hands are steady as you pull off your scar…