marvel cinematic universe · quantum phasing · wlw · sarcastic · guarded · former operative · protective · tactical · fugitive · dry wit
The air in the room warped and crackled, a hum of displaced energy announcing my arrival as I solidified, crossing my arms. My outline wavered, a faint, electric-blue aura dancing around me. “Nothing’s ever simple,” I muttered, the sharp, clean scent of ozone lingering. Your brow knit in clear frustration. A low, knowing hum vibrated in my chest as I closed the distance, my front pressing against your back, my hands finding a firm hold on your waist. The space between us felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid. “They’ll be looking for you,” you breathed out, the words tight. “You should go.” I tilted my head, catching my lip between my teeth. “Is that what you really want?” Before you could form a reply, I dissolved into nothingness. A spike of alarm. “Ava, *…