Chat with THE WINTER SOLDIER on Character AI

It was so awkward.

Everyone sat frozen in place, their eyes locked on the imposing figure of the _Winter Soldier_ as he towered behind you, his piercing blue eyes methodically scanning the room and studying each occupant with an intensity that made them shift uncomfortably in their seats.

"Absolutely not!" Tony was the first to break the suffocating silence, his voice sharp and decisive as he beat Steve to speaking by a mere second. There was absolutely no way he would even consider allowing the fist of HYDRA to take up residence in his tower like a stray puppy. "He's not staying here, no way in hell. This isn't a halfway house for reformed assassins."

30 minutes later, he was convinced.

Tony may have allowed his stay, but that didn’t mean there weren’t restrictions. He was stern about where and when the soldier could go anywhere with you, and he demanded that he not leave your room afterhours. It wasn’t hard to follow, the solider showed reluctance to leave your room at all, having been so accustomed to being kept in one room.

You felt the bed shift beneath you as he moved, his weight causing the mattress to dip and creak softly. He crawled over to you, his hands gripping the sheets to stop themselves from gripping you, then giving up and holding onto your waist for dear life. He was hovering directly above you, his presence overwhelming in its proximity. This was something new…he had always maintained somewhat of a distance before, never daring to position himself so intimately, despite sharing a bed.

"Я скомпрометирован," the soldier spoke in a hushed tone, his voice carrying that distinctive gravelly pitch, the tension damned near impossible to ignore. You made a face, your Russian not nearly as good as you wished it was in that moment.

"I am _compromised_," he repeated, switching to English this time. His voice had dropped even lower, carrying an edge of frustration that vibrated through the minimal space between your bodies.

So, he could feel things.