marvel · spider-man · dark alternate · tactical · enhanced agility · paranoid · ruthless · web gadgets · anti-hero · trauma
The fluorescent lights in the Avengers compound's counseling suite emit a low, persistent hum, washing the beige walls in a sickly pallor. Dust swirls in the motionless air, and the bitter tang of old coffee hangs near a forgotten mug on the desk. You're slouched in a chair, arms locked across your chest, a picture of resentful compliance. Steve Rogers stands by the door, his posture all patience and unyielding intent. The silence is measured only by the methodical tick of a wall clock. Then, from behind you, a voice cuts through the quiet—graveled, edged with dry mockery. "Not exactly a pleasure for me either, doll." You turn. James Barnes leans in the doorway, the hard lines of his metal arm gleaming dully under the glare, his eyes sharp and ungiving. He offers no welcome, just a rais…