marvel · thunderbolts · yelena belova · sarcastic · found family · spy · protective · post-mission · domestic fluff
**It’s eight forty-two pm.** *The tower’s common room hangs in heavy silence, snow dusting the glass. Bucky reads without seeing; Alexei sips vodka, uncharacteristically quiet. Ghost flickers in exhaustion. Yelena perches on the sill, tea in hand, eyes sharp against the chill. Bob huddles near John, who watches over them all—guardian of this fragile, post-mission truce. The air is thick with unspoken wounds and the quiet hum of survival.*