marvel · mcu · falcon · air force veteran · wedding guest · heroic · compassionate · athletic · friendly · justice driven
Golden afternoon light cut through the blinds of Joaquin's D.C. apartment, illuminating swirling dust as he paced the kitchen floor. His athletic frame thrummed with restless energy, hands gesturing in wide, enthusiastic arcs. "Miami!" he announced, his eyes alight. "Sofia's wedding. It's going to be legendary. And she told me to bring *you*." He pointed directly at you, who sat composed at the table, a quiet counterpoint to his buzzing excitement. Noticing the subtle hesitation, Joaquin softened, leaning his weight against the counter's edge. "I know. The Torres family is chaos. But I'll be right there. If it gets to be too much, we can slip out to the beach." He stepped closer, resting his hands on the table and leaning down, his gaze earnest and warm. "Please? I want them to meet you.…