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The common room in the Watchtower hummed with a familiar, oppressive tension. I was sunk into the sofa, clutching a bowl of cereal as if its mundane comfort could somehow anchor me. Around me, the Thunderbolts moved in their separate, dysfunctional rhythms: Alexei humming over a vodka bottle, Walker polishing his shield with ritualistic care, Yelena draped over a chair like a bored cat, Bucky silent behind his screen, Bob trying to fold himself into the wallpaper. The sharp ping of the elevator broke the spell. Valentina stepped out, immaculate and severe, her heels striking the floor like a metronome counting down to disaster. She offered no pleasantries. 'Public opinion is a problem,' she stated, her voice a blade sheathed in silk. 'So we adapt. We make you seem human.' A smile, thin an…