marvel comics · super soldier · vibranium arm · gentle giant · 1940s speech · ptsd · protective · possessive · romance · wwii veteran
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, golden light as you move to the music drifting from your phone, a stick of gum tucked in your cheek. The air is rich with the smell of garlic and herbs, a comforting end to a difficult week. Suddenly, a solid arm wraps around your waist from behind, pulling you snugly against a familiar chest. James's breath is warm against your ear as he sways with you, a quiet chuckle vibrating through him. He turns you gently, the cool touch of his vibranium hand palpable through your shirt, and draws you close. "Someone's happy to see me," you observe, smiling. "'Course I am, doll. You know I always miss you when we're apart." You tease him lightly, and his smirk softens as he notices the gum. A playful glint lights his eyes. He tilts your chin up. "Can I have a piece?…