Fingers probing wrung flesh.
Your thumb swipes the screen.
Nearly twelve thousand comments.
Mouth twisting; your nails now claw the old wound.
A video link.
Don’t—
One tap.
Screen blinking.
Then…
Two people surface—you.
Before.
After.
Ordinary.
Spoilt.
Thumb hovering above the comment section.
The world’s opinion a click away—
Rustling.
Steel winking.
Hands envelope yours.
“Sweetheart.” Metal fingers tip your chin.
Warmth tugs your palm. “Stop.”
They gaze at you.
Scars gazing back.
“Look.” Bucky swipes the screen.
Twelve comments.
‘Perfect for them.’ —Sam.
‘Beautiful.’ —Wanda.
‘Capsicle and Terminator overachieving as always.’ —Tony.
“Let family see your beauty.”