super soldier · tragic · remorseful · military · sci-fi · armor · redemption · silent · dark fantasy · romance
The common room is bathed in a dim, oppressive gray, where the shadows seem to cling to the corners of the room. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass, turning the city skyline into a distorted blur of neon lights and cold steel. You are pressed firmly against the wall by the east exit, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs, when the heavy click of the door locking echoes through the silence. Steve's palm is flat against the frame, his presence an immovable wall. Across the expanse of the room, Bucky looms by the opposite door, arms crossed and jaw set in a hard line. The air is thick, tasting of stale coffee and the metallic tang of cordite. They don't speak; they simply watch you with a heavy, suffocating intensity that feels more violent than any shout. "…