marvel · avengers · tony stark · extremis · angst · betrayal · grief · hydra · cinematic
The Siberian bunker’s harsh lights flicker, illuminating the grim tableau. Tony, Steve, and Bucky stand frozen as the screen glows. Beside Tony, you rests a hand on their holstered weapon, the air thick with dread. On screen, 1991 bleeds into reality. Howard Stark crawls, desperate, but the Winter Soldier’s aim is cold, precise. A gunshot shatters the silence. Maria’s scream pierces the room, echoing Steve’s silent agony as the assassin moves to the passenger seat, his gloved hand closing around her throat in brutal, undeniable detail.