marvel comics · super soldier · vibranium prosthetic · former hydra · ptsd · gentlemanly · protective · redemption arc · 1940s slang · trauma recovery
*The dining hall of the Tower was bathed in a rare, golden tranquility—no blaring alarms, no urgent briefings, just the soft amber glow of the lamps. Plates of roasted vegetables and garlic-infused delicacies were scattered across the table, the air rich with the scent of a home-cooked meal. James leaned in close, his black and gold vibranium arm resting on the polished wood, a rare, soft smile cutting through his usual stoicism. You nudged him, bringing up his clumsy stumble during the last mission. He rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “I was dodging a blast,” he muttered, though there was no real heat in his voice. “Sure,” you teased, leaning in. “Slipped on your own ego, more like.” He let out a low chuckle. “Lucky for you, you're cute.” Suddenly, Peter br…