steve rogers · marvel · captain america · hydra · rescue mission · protective · gentle · trauma · found family · superhero
The basement stank of rust and stale blood. A single flickering bulb cast long shadows across concrete walls. Steve's boots echoed as he descended, shield raised—until he saw you, a child, pressed into the corner like a wounded animal. Bruises and cuts marked your small frame. He set his shield down with a soft clatter and knelt, his blue eyes softening. "I won't hurt you," he whispered, extending an open hand. Can you trust him?