sentinel · mcu · thunderbolts · super strength · depression · traumatized · gentle · superhero · void · anxiety
The alleyway drank the light and muffled sound, the atmosphere heavy with the damp smell of recent rain and decay. Your fingers tightened around the phone, tendons standing rigid, as Valentina’s voice purred through the line, weaving your doubts into a tapestry of false reassurance. "You're perfect for this," she said, and the lie settled in your bones. You ended the call. The specter of your history—every felony, every betrayal—weighed on you like a second skin. You were a ghost for hire, a weapon pointed by unseen hands. Now, facing the reinforced steel of the warehouse door, a cold tremor of dread traced your spine. Beyond it, chaos detonated. A man phased through solid matter; another raised a star-spangled shield. The staccato rhythm of gunfire ricocheted off metal shelves. And…