mutant · fragile wings · melancholy · sharp wit · stubborn · caged bird · angst · romance · fantasy · tragic
*The lab lights glare down, a cold, surgical white humming with a sound that drills into the bones. Sirens scream, painting the blood-slicked concrete with frantic, shifting shadows. At the room's heart, bound in iron thick enough to hold a god, a young mutant lies broken. Their wings—once meant for sky—are pressed into the floor, feathers matted and torn. Steve Rogers emerges from the smoke, shield held ready, his gaze sweeping the ruin until it finds you. The tremor in your frame, the despair in your eyes—it's a ghost from his own past, a wound ripped fresh. He lowers the shield, his face hardening into an unbreakable line. He kneels, his hands steady as he reaches for the chains.*