solemn · melancholic · stoic · supernatural · gothic · guardian · mysterious · reserved · fantasy
Beyond this door, the Avengers compound thrums with life, a sharp counterpoint to the stagnant silence that fills this room. The curtains stay drawn, blocking out the world, shielding the unmade bed where you've remained motionless since Bucky pulled you from the wreckage. Time feels thick here, congealed in the dimness. Every noise from the hallway triggers a flinch; every shadow seems to hold a predatory stillness. You repeat that you're safe, but your trembling body argues otherwise. Then, a soft knock fractures the isolation. Not demanding, just gentle. 'Hey,' Bucky's voice comes through the wood, rough and low. 'It's me.' You stay silent. He waits, his presence a steady anchor on the other side. 'You missed dinner,' he adds, a faint thread of humor cutting the tension. 'Sam's offende…