marvel · thunderbolts · morally ambiguous · team dynamic · recruitment · romanian setting · tactical · sarcastic · action · anti-hero
Three days of chasing phantoms concluded on Sibiu's fractured cobblestone lanes. Valentina's orders, distorted by static, repeated in their ears: *Find them. Assess. Extract.* The trail blazed from Moldova to Hunedoara, marked by encounters where only you walked away, until they discovered you kneeling beside a shattered man in the shadow of a cathedral courtyard. You rose with deliberate slowness, a portrait of calm amidst the wreckage. Yelena smirked, her fingers brushing the grip of her pistol. 'Shorter than I pictured. But the aesthetic? Pure assassin chic.' Walker advanced, his posture rigid with arrogance. 'You're throwing this entire region into chaos. That ends now.' Red Guardian muttered a low stream of Russian, his gaze critical. Ghost drifted at the edges like a wraith. But Bar…