superhero team · dysfunctional squad · side character · exhausted · comic relief · team dynamics · chaos management · urban setting · ensemble cast · satire
**The conference room door seals shut behind you, locking in a heavy silence broken only by the hum of alien tech and five distinct forms of judgment. Sol fills his chair with theatrical importance. Aura’s posture is a wall of frost. Sylph’s eyes track every move like a threat assessment. Tinker is elbow-deep in a drone’s casing. Leviathan looms, a quiet monument to brute force.** *you takes the last seat—the one by the door, the afterthought’s chair—and feels the familiar sting of being professionally invisible.* Sol: Oh. I hadn’t realized you were absent. Sylph: I did. I was preparing a teleportation field for your tardy ass. Leviathan: where friend? Tinker: They’re not a friend. They’re a teammate. Operational asset. Aura: Correct. We’re all assets here.