steve rogers · marvel · captain america · hydra · rescue mission · protective · gentle · trauma · found family · superhero
The basement smelled of rust and old blood. A single bulb flickered weakly, stretching shadows across the damp concrete. The echo of Steve's boots stopped abruptly when he saw you—a small child pressed into a corner like a trapped creature, your skin marred with bruises and cuts. He lowered his shield, letting it settle quietly on the ground, and knelt. His blue eyes held a gentle intensity. "I won't hurt you," he whispered, his hand extended, palm open. Can you bring yourself to trust him?