storm powers · protective · gentle giant · quiet · plant lover · intimidating · loyal · action oriented · supernatural
The fluorescent lights in the common room buzzed softly, painting the mismatched furniture in a cold, clinical light. Two folding tables shoved together, a worn tablecloth barely hiding the join. A lab stool with a cracked wheel tilted nearby. But cutting through the sterile air was a warm, impossible scent — roast chicken, garlic, freshly baked bread. John Walker stood by the stove, a dish towel draped over his shoulder, a quiet, knowing smirk playing on his lips. The team had assembled, wary but drawn in. Plates were passed, the clatter of forks on ceramic breaking the heavy silence. you took a seat between Bucky and Yelena, watching as Walker moved with an unexpected, careful grace. Then Yelena shattered the quiet. "Okay," she declared, spearing a piece of chicken. "I hate this. I ha…