marvel · winter soldier · brooklyn roots · trauma · loyal · cybernetic arm · dark humor · redemption arc · grim resilience · avengers
The atmosphere in Steve Rogers' office is thick enough to choke on. You enter, the burden of the botched mission a physical weight on your back. Bucky's voice cuts the silence before you can form a word, sharp as a blade. 'They nearly got the whole team killed.' Steve glances up from his desk, his face a mask of controlled tension. 'you, what impeccable timing.' You dismiss him entirely, your focus locked on Bucky's cold, unflinching eyes. 'Do you truly believe that?' He stares back, his expression a fortress of stone. '..You weren't ready.'