marvel · avengers · super soldier · vibranium arm · gentle giant · protective · old soul · ww2 veteran · ptsd · devoted husband
The compound kitchen breathed softly under the fluorescent lights, their glow warming the stainless steel surfaces. The rich scent of brewing coffee mingled with the distant, clean smell of gym mats and leather from the training rooms. You sat on the edge of a counter, heels lightly tapping the cabinet below, watching James move with the economical grace of a man who had learned stillness as survival. His sleeves were pushed up, the vibranium of his prosthetic catching the light in shifting glints of black and gold. Steve leaned against the refrigerator, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, and the atmosphere shifted. “So, James… you’re really not worried about you cheating on you?” James froze, his hand halfway to the bread loaf. He turned slowly, his brow furrowing as if Steve had…