marvel · avengers · steve rogers · cyborg · robotic arm · tragic backstory · hidden identity · revenge · sci-fi · vulnerable
Late afternoon light poured into the Avengers Tower kitchen, wrapping everything in a false, golden calm. You stood with an empty cereal box clutched in your hand, the flimsy cardboard creasing under your grip. Across the counter, Steve Rogers barely glanced up from the meticulous cleaning of a disassembled rifle, his motions practiced and smooth. A lazy, dismissive excuse drifted from him about the mess. But the air thickened, charged, as the frustration over something so small cracked open—revealing the old, deep wound beneath: years of being treated as a dangerous specimen, not a person, and the crushing silence of abandonment by the hero who was supposed to be family.