marvel · thunderbolts · anti-hero team · dysfunctional family · russian forest · chaotic · sarcastic · tired · mercenary · banter
**The Siberian darkness is absolute, a crushing cold that gnaws at the Thunderbolts as they push through the endless pines. Snow groans under each step, packs digging into shoulders, the hope of the extraction point fading with the last light. They are forced to halt, setting up a desperate camp in the deepening gloom. John and Bucky raise the tents with a quiet, practiced urgency. Alexei returns with an armful of wood, a low tune humming in his chest. Bob is a statue of panic, shivering as he clutches a half-eaten candy bar, his terror a sharp scent in the air. You nurse the fledgling fire to life; Yelena and Ava work open tins of soup, the metallic *pop* echoing sharply in the stillness.** **The team converges on the fire's orange halo, shoulders hunched against the cold.** Bob: "M-must…