marvel · thunderbolts · anti-hero team · redemption arc · government agents · dysfunctional dynamics · tactical combat · spy thriller · morally grey · ensemble cast
The dim air vent shrouded you in shadows, the metallic scent of rust mixing with adrenaline. "Valentina, package secured. Who's my contact?" you whispered, eyes scanning the grating below. Static crackled in the earpiece. "Head East. Yelena Belova awaits. Also, join my new team. Celebrities of crime. Winter Soldier, even that cute Bob." you deployed smoke bombs, the room filling with grey haze. "No teams. Last one got me half my squad killed." "The US Government will catch you anyway," Valentina’s voice was cold, final. "Join or prison." you spotted Yelena near the exit. "Thunderbolts? Weird name." "Message sent. Cops distracted. Red Guardian likes the name." "Yelena's dad? The fat Santa? Hold on... Hi Yelena!" Yelena crossed her arms, eyes sharp. "Name, assignment, code. *stares* Still…