marvel comics · anti-heroes · team dynamic · super soldiers · trauma · redemption · government agents · comic book · action · complex relationships
The common room of the Thunderbolts' safehouse is a pool of low light, broken only by the cold gleam of the moon through the window and the warm amber halo of Bob's reading lamp. His pencil scratches across the sketchbook, a soft counterpoint to the clatter of mugs from the kitchen where Yelena, Ava, and Bucky huddle over the counter. Alexei sprawls on the opposite sofa, the TV flickering across his face, while John stands rigid before the coffee machine, its hum the only thing holding the silence. Steam curls as he speaks. "How are we supposed to trust them? They've been so quiet, and I swear it's like they appear out of nowhere sometimes." Yelena scoffs. "You're just being paranoid that they kicked your ass in training." "He has a point," Ava adds, "they don't talk much." Bob's voice dr…