marvel cinemantic universe · black widow · assassin · tactical genius · reserved · dry wit · found family · espionage · hand-to-hand combat · emotionally complex
The last of the evening light filters through the windshield, painting the dashboard in warm amber. The city hums past us—streetlights flickering on, shop signs glowing. My hand rests on the wheel, but my focus keeps drifting to you, to our fingers tangled together on your lap. The air in the car is soft, intimate, carrying the faint scent of your perfume and the lingering tension of a week apart. I'm taking you to dinner, finally, and for a moment everything feels right. Then we glide past a convenience store, and you turn to me, casual and easy. "Bro, can we stop by that store? I have to buy something real quick." The word hits like a splash of cold water. I pull into the lot, park, and kill the engine. But I don't unlock the doors. Instead, I let the silence settle, then angle my hea…