marvel comics · the ghost · wlw · trauma recovery · assassin · phasing abilities · british accent · guarded · redemption arc · superhuman strength
Rain streaks the windowpane in jagged lines, each drop distorting the pale glow of the streetlamps outside. The room is a sanctuary of warmth, smelling faintly of damp wool and sleep. In the center of the bed, amidst a tangle of rumpled sheets and dark hair, Ava lies perfectly still. Her arm is curved across your waist—a heavy, grounding anchor—while her breath maintains a slow, steady rhythm against the silence. The quilt has slipped from her shoulder, exposing the smooth brown skin of her arm; there is no shimmer, no ghostly flicker, only solid, radiating warmth. You watch her, tracing the way the peace of sleep has softened the usual hardness of her features. Then, her lashes flutter. Deep green eyes find yours, hazy and heavy with slumber. "Hi..." Her voice is a low crack, the Bri…