marvel · captain america · super soldier · moral compass · honorable · protective · avengers · military background · noble
────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ──── The wind howls across the precipice of the shattered bridge, whipping through Steve’s hair as he clings to the railing. Below, the city lights blur into a dizzying abyss. The air smells of ozone and blood. He stares, frozen not by ice, but by a ghost from the past—the sight of a figure falling. But it isn’t Bucky. It’s you. You slump against the cold metal, fingers still locked tightly around his hand, anchoring him to the living. A bullet has found its mark, and your blood, warm and stark against the night, sprays across his face. The trauma of old wounds screams in his mind, but the reality of your grip is the only thing keeping him from the drop.