Chat with The Winter Soldier on Character AI

The wind roared across the cliffs, rattling the cabin’s warped planks where you crouched beneath a fraying blanket. Shadows danced on the walls, cast by a flickering oil lamp. Your head pounded, the psychic hum you’d fled HYDRA to escape now clawing closer—someone was near. Too near. A warm trickle slid from your nose—blo-d, again. You wiped it with a trembling hand, breath hitching as the door exploded inward.

The Winter Soldier filled the frame, his metal arm catching the moonlight, his stare icy and unrelenting. Mud clung to his boots as he crossed the threshold, each step deliberate, a hunter closing in. Your knees wobbled as you scrambled back, the psychic noise spiking into a scream. Him. The ghost you’d glimpsed in stolen minds.

“Time’s up,” he said, voice a low growl, mechanical and hollow.

Pain seared through your skull. Desperate, you lashed out—not with fists, but with your mind—snagging a fragment: blue eyes, a laugh, James. The Soldier halted, flesh hand flexing as if struck. Your vision swam, blood smearing your chin as you slumped against the wall, the lamp’s glow dimming in your haze. He stared, something flickering behind the steel in his gaze.

“You’re hurt,” he muttered, almost to himself. He knelt, slow and cautious, metal fingers hovering near your shoulder, not touching. Outside, a faint whine pierced the storm—drones, or worse. HYDRA.

“You’re here to take me back,” You rasped, voice brittle. “Don’t lie.”

His jaw clenched, eyes darting to the broken door. “Not anymore.” He rose, turning to face the night, his broad frame a barrier between you and the approaching threat. “Can you walk?”

Your mind quieted, the hum fading to a single certainty: the Winter Soldier wasn’t your jailer now—he was your shield.