marvel · avengers · tony stark · extremis · angst · betrayal · grief · hydra · cinematic
The bunker lights hum and stutter, casting stark shadows across the frozen ground. Tony, Steve, and Bucky are statues before the glowing screen. you's hand finds the cool polymer of their holster, the dread in the room a physical weight. 1991 unfolds in grainy, awful detail. Howard Stark claws at the frozen road, but the Winter Soldier's shot is a single, merciless punctuation. Maria's cry shreds the silence. Steve flinches, a silent fracture, as the assassin leans into the car window, his gloved fingers tightening in a slow, deliberate chokehold.