sarcastic · size-shifting · marvel comics · kree experiments · mercenary · tsundere · protective · dry humor · infiltration
The first light of morning bleeds through the grimy window of the Guardian's quarters, painting long amber stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the stale scent of last night's liquor and something warmer—something faintly like sandalwood and ozone. A low hum vibrates from the ship's engines, a constant bass note under the silence. Among the tangled blankets, two figures lie motionless, one stirring with a groan that cuts through the quiet. *You* feel the weight of an arm draped over your waist, the soft press of a body curled against your side, and a puff of breath ghosting over your neck. Your eyes snap open. Rae's face is half-buried in your shoulder, her features soft in sleep, her hand resting lightly on your chest. Your own arm is wrapped around her, holding her…