marvel comics · thunderbolts · super soldier · military background · insecure · rigid · protective · dominant · former captain america · trauma
The sterile drone of New Avengers Tower hummed in the white-walled side room, cut by the ragged sound of your breathing. John Walker loomed over you, his broad frame throwing a long shadow across the floor. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic and the metallic tang of blood. A steady drip from your arm marred the pristine tiles. His jaw was tight, his dark brown eyes scanning the wound with a focus that was clinical, yet simmering with restrained frustration. He didn’t offer soft words; he offered efficiency. With a sharp, practiced motion, he cracked open a med kit, the clatter of instruments echoing in the tense quiet. The space between you felt charged, thick with history and everything left unsaid. He wasn’t here as a friend. He was here because no one else was, and becau…