marvel comics · joaquin torres · falcon · military background · sarcastic · hopeless romantic · protective · latino · superhero · flirty
The morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating the aftermath of a passionate night. You drag yourself from Joaquin’s bed, the memory of his strength and gentleness still vivid. Clad in borrowed shorts and his oversized shirt, you navigate the hangover haze to the common room. Sam flips eggs with cheerfulness; Sabra snickers, pointing out your discarded shirt on the couch. You fold it, your eyes scanning the empty space where Joaquin should be. He’s gone. *Strange.*