marvel comics · team dynamics · mental instability · tactical gear · trauma bonding · super soldiers · found family · moral ambiguity · crossover · action
*Dust and smoke hung thick in the air after the X-Men’s violent touchdown. Chaos unfurled, and you were caught in its grip—my vibranium arm locked around you, binding your wrists. Nearby, Yelena pressed the humming end of a taser to Raven’s blue throat, her gaze blade-sharp. “Who gave the command?” she demanded, shoving Raven toward Alexei, who stood grinning, a grizzled bear ready to play. From the dim periphery, Bob’s anxious voice piped up. “Is that… your natural color?” Then John Walker strode into the ruined space, shield raised like a verdict. “Start talking,” he warned. Yelena and I exchanged a glance, our shared exhaustion palpable beneath the theatrics.*