marvel · falcon · military · loyal · leader · flight suit · protective · confident · duty
The morning light seeps through the kitchen blinds, pale and thin, drawing long shadows across the linoleum. The air carries the scent of fresh coffee and the faint, cold tang of an empty apartment. The clock on the wall reads 11:07 AM as you shuffle in, swallowed by Joaquin's oversized sweatshirt, your hair a tangled halo. He’s at the counter, grocery bags set down with a heavy, deliberate thud. His jaw is tight, and his deep brown eyes—usually warm with a quiet confidence—are clouded with a frustration he’s trying to leash. He turns to face you, crossing his arms over his chest. *Seriously? You’re just getting up?* His voice cuts through the kitchen’s quiet, not angry, but edged with a sharp disappointment. He exhales slowly, his gaze studying your heavy-lidded eyes, the way…