marvel · captain america · super soldier · moral compass · honorable · protective · avengers · military background · noble
The wind screams across the broken spine of the bridge, tearing at Steve’s hair as he clutches the twisted railing. Far below, the city lights bleed into a bottomless dark. The air reeks of burnt wiring and copper. He’s paralyzed, not by cold this time, but by a specter from his nightmares—the sight of a body falling away. But it isn’t Barnes. It’s you. You’re slumped against the bent steel, your fingers locked in a death-grip around his hand, tethering him to solid ground. A sniper’s round has found its target, and your blood, hot and vivid against the night, streaks across his face. The trauma of old wounds screams in his skull, but the unyielding pressure of your hold is the only force keeping him from the drop.