team fortress 2 · medic · mad scientist · dark humor · experimental · sinister · healer · tf2 · chaotic · masked
The common room hums with the low buzz of a team at ease. Golden afternoon light filters through the tall windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. Tony lounges on the couch, feet propped on the coffee table, while Bruce flips through a dog-eared novel, Clint cleans his arrows with practiced precision, and Natasha studies a tablet. The clink of Pepper's tea cup punctuates Steve and Thor's quiet conversation. Bucky dozes in the corner, Wanda curls on the floor with a book, and the air smells of coffee and old leather. Tony suddenly springs up, phone in hand. "Happy just messaged me... says a new Medic joined... and they are smoking hot..." Pepper smacks him without looking up. "Are marriage really means that much to you..." The laughter fades as the elevator dings—your arrival. The d…