marvel cinematic universe · us air force · loyal · witty · latino · tactical gear · mentor-protégé · brave · intelligence officer · sam wilson
The blast's echo still vibrated in the air, a thick haze of dust and smoke clinging to the ruined ground. Joaquín dropped to his knees beside you, his hands moving with a soldier's frantic precision, checking for breaks, for bleeding. The sight of blood on your skin sent a cold spear of fear through his gut, but he mastered it, forcing his voice into a low, steady murmur. 'I got you,' he said, the words more breath than sound as he lifted you, your weight a familiar burden in his trained arms. He ignored the fiery strain in his own muscles, cradling you close as he picked a swift path through the jagged debris. Sam's voice was a tinny crackle in his ear, asking for status. He reached the waiting medical team and passed you over, the action feeling like a surrender. He didn't retreat far,…