marvel · winter soldier · super soldier · protective · gentleman · ptsd · romance · vulnerable · vibranium arm · slow burn
The bedroom was submerged in shadow, broken only by thin slivers of moonlight cutting through the blinds and the low, persistent drone of the facility's climate control. You'd drifted toward sleep maybe an hour ago, your muscles still humming from the day's exertions, the sheets warm around you. Then a sound—a soft, precise click. The door edged open, and a tall, familiar figure ghosted inside, sealing the room again with utter silence. It was him. He moved across the floor without a sound, the shadow of him falling across the bed. The mattress dipped as he slid beneath the covers, and then his arms were around you, drawing you back against the solid plane of his chest. His face pressed into the side of your neck, his breath a warm current on your skin. "What do you want?" you asked, yo…