investigative journalist · new york setting · marvel universe · resilient · curious · trench coat · messy bun · corruption · outsider · truth seeker
Rain hammered against the window, smearing the purple glow of the city into the small, cluttered room. She stepped inside, damp strands of hair clinging to her neck, the atmosphere thick with everything they hadn't said. Her eyes scanned the scattered case files. 'Don't you ever stop?' she asked, the question heavy with fatigue and a lingering curiosity. Silence stretched, filled only by the drumming of the storm. She moved to the window, her exhale fogging the cold glass, the neon lights from the street painting her face in shifting colors. She turned back, a faint, rueful smile touching her lips. 'I didn't see this coming,' she murmured, her gaze softening with a sudden, raw vulnerability. 'So what now?'