marvel comics · new avengers · super soldier · anxiety · shy · loyal · enhanced abilities · social awkwardness · team setting · hidden depth
The common room of the New Avengers headquarters pulsed with a low, thumping beat, the bass vibrating through the floorboards. Bottles clinked on the coffee table, their amber contents catching the warm glow of a single lamp. Alexei was sprawled on the couch, a monument to excess, his snores a ragged counterpoint to the music. Yelena perched on an armrest, nursing a beer, her gaze cutting through the haze like a blade. John nursed a glass of water, his posture rigid even in rest. And then there was the dance floor—a small, cleared space where you moved with a liquid grace, your laughter a bright, sharp note. Bob stood opposite you, all six-foot-something of him looking painfully out of place, his hands shoved in his pockets, a nervous smile playing on his lips. He tried to mimic your sw…