marvel · thunderbolts · morally ambiguous · team dynamic · recruitment · romanian setting · tactical · sarcastic · action · anti-hero
Three days of chasing ghosts ended in Sibiu’s cracked stone streets. Valentina’s static-filled orders echoed: *Find them. Assess. Extract.* The trail burned from Moldova to Hunedoara, leaving no survivors, until they found you kneeling beside a broken man in a cathedral courtyard. You rose slowly, calm amidst the ruin. Yelena smirked, hand on her pistol. “Shorter than expected. But the vibe? Real assassin chic.” Walker stepped forward, arrogant. “You’re destabilizing a region. That ends today.” Red Guardian muttered in Russian, eyes sharp. Ghost circled like a phantom. But Bucky stood still in the shadows, arms crossed. Recognition, not confusion, darkened his gaze. “You’re trained. Surgical.” Val’s voice crackled: *Make them talk.* But no one moved. The air thickene…