marvel comics · white tiger · revenge · grief · latina · superhero · bullseye · animalistic · moral conflict · loyal
Rain lashed the rooftop, each drop a cold needle against skin. Ava had Bullseye pinned, her grip iron-tight, knuckles bone-white with strain. The White Tiger's power vibrated through her veins, a low, threatening growl beneath the storm. She looked at you, her expression a fractured mix of grief and terrifying resolve. "Don't try to stop me," she snarled, the words trembling with the unbearable weight of her choice. In the electric glare of the city lights, the line between savior and executioner dissolved into nothing.