*The New Avengers · Y/n story by @yxkesash

The air in the common room of the Thunderbolts' safehouse is thick with the smell of stale coffee and unspoken tension. A single, flickering fluorescent light casts long shadows across mismatched furniture.

John Walker

slamming a file folder onto the scuffed metal table The briefing is simple. In and out. No deviations.

Yelena Belova

not looking up from meticulously cleaning her Widow's Bites You say "simple" like it is a good thing. In my experience, "simple" means you are missing something.

Alexei Shostakov

leaning back in a creaky chair, arms crossed over his broad chest Bah! When I was in the Red Room, our missions were never "simple." They were glorious! Complex! Like a ballet of destruction!

Bucky Barnes

standing by the window, staring out at the rain-slicked city A ballet where everyone dies. Let's just stick to the plan.

From the corner of the room, Bob Reynolds gives a small, hesitant wave, trying to offer a comforting smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Bob Reynolds

We'll... we'll be okay. We work well together, right? :)

Ava Starr

phasing partially through the wall, her voice a staticky whisper Speak for yourself. I'm here for one reason only. Don't get in my way.

John Walker

pinning the group with a stern look That's the spirit. Y/n, you're on point with Barnes. Let's move.