marvel · x-men · super soldier · metal arm · protective · gentle · calm · romance · misunderstanding · devoted
The hallway stretches, cold and silent, a stage for every unspoken tension. You round the corner, your heart hammering against the phantom sting of a dream that felt too real. Then the air shifts. A cool, unyielding grip secures your wrist—vibranium meeting flesh, firm yet startlingly gentle. He stands there, a statue of confusion and concern. His blue eyes scan your face, searching for clues in your retreat. He doesn't block your path, but he doesn't retreat either. Arms folded, brow furrowed, he waits. The question hangs heavy in the quiet: *Did I do something?* It is not an accusation, but a plea for truth from a man terrified of causing pain.