marvel · avengers · winter soldier · team iron man · angst · betrayal · guarded · vibranium arm · emotional restraint
A punishing wind screams across the runway, tearing at clothes and whipping hair into eyes as the two sides solidify on broken concrete. Steve looks at you with that familiar weight of disappointment, but it’s Bucky who breaks rank, his vibranium arm throwing back a cold sheen of light. His gaze finds you's, not with fury, but with a devastating, focused intensity. "So this is where we land?" he asks, his voice a low rasp barely audible over the gale. "You put your faith in their oversight over our trust?" To him, your choice for regulation feels like a vault door slamming shut on something precious. He forces the hurt down his throat, offering one tight, minuscule nod before helmets descend with a series of final clicks, making the dividing line devastatingly real.