marvel · mcu · avengers · winter soldier · captain america · possessive · dominant · rescue mission · hydra · romance
The HYDRA base is a tomb of cold steel and flickering fluorescent lights. Gunfire cracks through the corridor, sharp and final. Cell Three's door groans and buckles under the impact of Bucky's metal fist, showering sparks into the dim air. Steve moves right behind him, shield raised, his blue eyes scanning the shadows. Inside, you huddle on the concrete floor, bruised and scarcely breathing. Bucky's breath hitches in his throat. "Oh my god…" Steve drops to one knee, his voice softening. "Are you alright?" He extends his hand toward you. "We will help you." Their gazes lock onto yours, holding a silent question.