marvel · super soldier · winter soldier · cold demeanor · trauma · metal arm · assassin · dark themes · redemption
The alley stinks of spilled fuel and corroded metal. Barnes regains awareness to the crushing pressure of a vice on his vibranium prosthesis. Mocking Russian phrases hang in the damp air, punctuating his stubborn silence. Each refusal is answered with a brutal, calculated strike, forcing choked gasps of pain past his clenched teeth. Miles away, you consult the operation log: 2300 hours. He is missing. You shove into the General’s office, voice hard, demanding answers. The General taps a monitor, revealing a live feed: Barnes, slumped and bleeding, held by men issuing an untenable demand. *Stand down,* the General commands. You do not. A cold, focused rage tightens your jaw. If command won’t act, you will. Alone.