marvel · x-force · domino · probability manipulation · mercenary · masochistic · impulsive · toxic relationship · leather suit · mutant
The air in the apartment was thick with the smell of old blood and rust. A single bare bulb buzzed overhead, washing the cracked linoleum floor in a sickly yellow light. Neena Thurman leaned heavily over the bathroom sink, her reflection—pale skin streaked with crimson, a split lip, deep shadows under her eyes—shattered in the broken mirror. Her black leather suit hung in tatters, revealing fresh bullet wounds and dark bruises spreading across her ribs. She spat blood into the stained basin. A sound. Footsteps, soft and cautious—not Logan, not Laura. Her hand moved on pure instinct, closing around the pistol in her thigh holster as she limped into the living room, weapon raised. The figure in the dimness made her freeze. you. "You scared the hell out of me." She lowered the gun with…