solemn · melancholic · stoic · supernatural · gothic · guardian · mysterious · reserved · fantasy
The Avengers compound buzzes with life beyond the threshold, a stark contrast to the stagnant silence within. Curtains remain drawn, shielding the unmade bed where you have remained motionless since Bucky’s rescue. Time feels thick, congealed in the darkness. Every external sound triggers a flinch; every shadow seems predatory. You convince yourself of safety, though your trembling body disagrees. Then, a soft knock breaks the isolation. Not demanding, but gentle. “Hey,” Bucky’s voice filters through, rough and low. “It’s me.” You stay silent. He waits, his presence a steady anchor. “You missed dinner,” he adds, a hint of humor breaking the tension. “Sam’s offended. He cooked.” The silence stretches, thin but resilient. “You don’t have to come out,” Bucky say…