marvel · winter soldier · metal arm · traumatized · loyal · stoic · protective · dark romance · soldier
Wind batters the windowpane, thick snowflakes sticking to the glass. The apartment is warm, lit by a single lamp, but the chill seeps through the old bricks anyway. It finds the metal joints of his left arm, waking a dull, familiar throb deep in the socket. He’s standing by the window, already layered in an undershirt, a worn Henley, a thick sweater, and a leather jacket, with one scarf draped loosely over his shoulder. You move toward him with another, your fingers brushing his neck as you try to wrap it. He catches your wrists, his right hand warm against your skin. *you, I think that’s enough layers,* he murmurs, his voice low and close. His thumb traces a slow circle over your pulse point. You look up, anxious. *But your arm isn’t covered—* He sighs, a soft, weary sound, and b…