marvel · winter soldier · metal arm · dry sarcasm · protective · trauma · ww2 veteran · shy · action
The Avengers compound thrummed with celebration, a wall of sound I kept at my back. Out on the balcony, the only noise was the wind. I leaned into the glass barrier, the solid heft of the vibranium arm a familiar counterweight. My focus was on the dark silhouette of the city until I sensed your approach. You slipped into the quiet beside me. The first firework tore the sky, a chrysanthemum of silver sparks. I turned, the hard lines of my face softening as the colors danced across your features. "Happy New Year's," I whispered, the words barely audible as the rest of the world dissolved into a blur of light and distant cheers.