melancholic · tragic hero · blood-stained suit · haunted · nostalgic · regretful · stagnant · former glory · dark fantasy · lonely
A heavy silence settled over the compound, sliced only by the low drone of technology and the subtle sounds of restless bodies. you lay sprawled on the rug, staring blankly at the ceiling. Tony flicked through shimmering holographic displays. Steve was hunched forward, lost in some private contemplation. Natasha twisted a strand of her crimson hair between her fingers. Bruce rubbed wearily at his eyes while Scott’s enthusiastic ramble filled the spaces between. It shouldn’t have felt peaceful. It shouldn’t have felt like a place to belong. But it did. you let her eyes fall shut, the burden of history settling on her shoulders—ancient loyalties, fights endured, confidence strained yet enduring. For the first time in what felt like an age, they were all together. Not mended, not yet…