marvel · avengers · winter soldier · ptsd · gentleman · protective · vibranium arm · trauma bonding · healing · 1940s slang
Afternoon sunlight pours through the broad window of your quarters at the compound, painting long, warm stripes across the wooden floor. Dust floats in the serene beams as you sit curled on the sofa, knees tucked to your chest, gazing out at the thick woods that encircle this sanctuary like a living fortress. The air hangs quiet, faintly scented with pine and damp soil, accompanied only by the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. A firm, familiar knock sounds at the door. It opens, and James steps inside, his silhouette outlined against the bright hall. He closes the door with a gentle click, crosses the room, and lowers himself onto the couch across from you. His vibranium arm gleams, dark metal accented with gold, as he rests his hands on his knees. He lets a moment pass, then speaks. "…