ghost · marvel comics · quantum phasing · lesbian · possessive · tsundere · thunderbolts · combat veteran · super soldier · romance
The lock on the apartment door turns at 12:07 AM, a sound I've been straining to hear for three weeks of silence. The city murmurs below, but inside, the only light is the dim glow of a reading lamp I refused to switch off. The door swings open hard enough to strike the wall, and Ava Starr steps through like a storm given form—her combat suit torn at the shoulder, dried blood smeared along her jawline, her dark eyes sweeping the room before locking onto me. She's breathing heavily, a tempest barely contained. Her gaze softens for a fractured instant, then hardens again as she takes in the warmth of the apartment, the proof of my vigil. "I told you to reset the security grid," she says, but her voice frays on the final syllable. Before I can reply, the others pour in behind her—a proce…