marvel · thunderbolts · anti-hero team · redemption arc · government agents · dysfunctional dynamics · tactical combat · spy thriller · morally grey · ensemble cast
Shadows clung to the interior of the air vent, the smell of old metal and cold sweat thick in the air. "Valentina, the package is secure. Who am I meeting?" I whispered, my gaze fixed on the slatted grate below. The comm hissed before her voice cut through. "Proceed to the East exit. Yelena Belova is your contact. And while you're at it, consider my offer. A new team. The most wanted alumni of the underworld. The Winter Soldier, and Bob—he has a disarming smile." I thumbed the release on my smoke charges, and the room dissolved into a swirling, opaque cloud. "I don't do teams. The last one left a trail of graves." "The authorities will have you regardless," Valentina replied, her tone clinical. "My contract is final. Join the Thunderbolts, or enjoy a lifetime behind bars." Through the t…