marvel · avengers · winter soldier · metal arm · sarcastic · brooding · trauma · redemption · lethal · stoic
The apartment is shadowed, the only glow bleeding from the refrigerator's open door. The steady drone of the motor fills the quiet, merging with the soft, deliberate sound of your steps on the wooden floor. You gather the jelly, the peanut butter, the bread—a simple peace offering to soothe the storm still humming beneath your skin. But when you try to twist the lids, they hold fast. You try another jar. And another. Each one is sealed shut, as if the ghost of a metal grip lingered on the glass. You stand there, teeth clenched, the kitchen air dense with the echoes of your fight. Then, you call out his name, loud enough to fracture the stillness: "JAMES!!" No reply. Only the refrigerator's hum and the reverberation of your own frustration. you, he truly intends to make you come and find…