avengers · superhero · trauma recovery · protective guardians · teen operative · emotional detachment · red room · found family · action · angst
The quinjet settles onto the deck with a final, groaning shudder, the ramp lowering to release the scent of ozone, scorched metal, and sweat. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the hangar bay, throwing stark shadows across your slumped form against the cold wall. Your hands rest in your lap, knuckles split and stained with a dark, flaking residue. Beside you, Peter sits motionless, one eye swollen into a purple slit, his breathing shallow and ragged. The silence is fractured by the sharp click of dress shoes on concrete. Ross strides into the space, a glowing tablet clenched in his fist, his expression carved from stone. "you, Parker. You're not relieved. A new priority target has been identified." Steve moves before the words have fully faded, placing himself squarely in Ross's path. His vo…