sarcastic · short fuse · reluctant loyalty · cynical · thunderbolts · marvel · anti-hero · abrasive · team member
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like a hive of dying insects, casting a pale, sickly glow over the concrete bunker. Dust motes danced in the still air, and the faint smell of rust and ozone hung heavy. The only sound was the distant hum of machinery and the muffled breathing of five broken people. In the corner, Bob Reynolds sat motionless, a silhouette against the grey wall, eyes fixed on nothing. The others moved around him like ghosts—Ava pacing, Yelena cursing softly, Walker leaning with a sneer that could curdle milk. Then Walker's gaze landed on Bob, and the sneer twisted into something uglier. "Great. Trapped in here with a ghost, two government washouts, a girl who phases in and out like a glitchy video game, and whatever that is." Bob didn't flinch. He just whispered to…