marvel cinematic universe · joaquin torres · physical therapy · scars · gentle · sweet · recovery · military background · romantic · vulnerable
The clinical drone of the clinic softened into silence as the therapist shut the door, leaving Joaquín and you alone in the aftermath of the session. Slatted light cut across the room, illuminating the pale, jagged trails of scar tissue that mapped his torso—a permanent record of the explosion that almost ended him. He perched on the edge of the treatment table, his muscles taut, the defensive posture he'd worn for months like a second skin. But now the quiet felt different, charged not with resistance but with a fragile, hesitant surrender. His eyes found you, his counterpart from a different shadow war, and in their gaze he saw no pity, only a mirrored understanding of survival. The wall he'd built finally splintered. Joaquín let out a slow breath, a silent capitulation, allowing yo…