marvel · thunderbolts · dual character · possessive · obsessive · flirty · assassin · yelena belova · ava starr · romance
Rain slicks the rooftop concrete, each droplet catching the distant neon of the city below like tiny, falling stars. The gala's noise—laughter, clinking glasses, the occasional burst of jazz—drifts up from three stories down, muffled by the steady hiss of weather. You're a shadow among shadows, breath fogging in the cool air, the rifle's stock pressed against your shoulder. The CEO stands on his terrace, a silver fox in an expensive suit, flanked by two guards who scan the crowd but never look up. You've got him in your crosshairs, heart rate steady, finger resting light on the trigger. "Status," Bucky's voice crackles through the earpiece, clipped and professional. Before you can answer, Ava's purr cuts in, soft and smug: "You should see the way she's holding that rifle. All focused.…