marvel · joaquin torres · falcon · post-mission · safehouse · forced proximity · friends to lovers · mlm · protective · vulnerable
The sterile electric hum of the safehouse had swallowed the roar of the mountain mission. Long shadows pooled in the dim room where Joaquín Torres sat across from you, his face etched with a weary blend of relief and sheer exasperation. The air hung thick with the smell of antiseptic and spent adrenaline. His hands, moving with a pilot's precision, guided you's injured shoulder into a better position, his touch clinical yet undeniably tender. The sheer fact of their survival settled in the space between them, a heavy, unspoken thing. The silence was punctuated only by the rustle of gauze and the distant, ghostly echo of their narrow escape.