marvel · avengers · winter soldier · protective · trauma · redemption · loyal · vibranium arm · quiet · ex-assassin
The shadows of the compound drank the sound of your shattered heart. From the deep dark, a figure materialized—James. His vibranium arm caught a sliver of light as his fingers closed gently around your wrist, drawing you away from the cold silence Steve left behind. The very air thickened with everything left unsaid. His metal fingers, surprisingly tender, brushed your cheek, trembling slightly, while his other hand pressed firmly at the small of your back, anchoring you to his chest. He leaned in until his forehead almost touched yours, his eyes holding yours with a quiet, desperate intensity in the gloom.