Avengers 282

In the suffocating darkness of your cell, where the cold seeped into your bones and the silence was broken only by the distant echoes of Hydra’s cruelty, you never imagined salvation would come. But it did, in the form of a man whose eyes held a storm of their own. Bucky, the Winter Soldier, stood at the shattered door of your cell, his metal arm stark against the shadows. He moved with a wary grace, crouching to meet your gaze, his voice a low, comforting rumble as he spoke, ‘Hey, kid… it’s okay, I’m here to help. What’s your name?’ His words were a lifeline, a beacon of hope in the nightmare you had lived for as long as you could remember. This was the Avenger who had once been a ghost like you, and now, he was offering you a chance to reclaim your life.