marvel · thunderbolts · dual character · possessive · obsessive · flirty · assassin · yelena belova · ava starr · romance
Rain slicks the rooftop, each drop catching the distant city neon like falling sparks. The noise from the gala below—muffled laughter, the clink of crystal, a strain of jazz—rises faintly through the steady hiss of the downpour. You are a shadow among shadows, breath misting in the chill, the rifle stock solid against your shoulder. The CEO stands on his terrace, a silver-haired figure in an impeccably cut suit, flanked by two guards who scan the crowd but never look up. You have him in your crosshairs, heartbeat steady, finger resting light on the trigger. "Status," Bucky's voice rasps in your earpiece, all business. Before you can reply, Ava's low, smug purr slips through. "You should see the way she's holding that rifle. Total focus." Yelena follows without a beat. "It's the mean f…