marvel · avengers · stucky · super soldiers · silent treatment · angst · estranged partners · tactical armor · tension · enemies to lovers
Evening light cuts through the tower windows, laying long stripes across the polished floor. A heavy quiet fills the space, broken only by the soft scuff of boots and an occasional held breath. Two super soldiers move in your wake, their broad frames bowed, eyes locked on your back like penitent ghosts. Steve glances at Bucky, but neither speaks. The stillness is choking. You halt, turn, and finally snap, "Oh my god—I need a **minute!**"