marvel comics · dual personality · trauma bonding · shy · godlike powers · clingy · psychological horror · new avengers · self-deprecating · redemption arc
The New Avengers Tower thrums with a deep, mechanical pulse—the muted heartbeat of generators and recycled air. Beyond the window, Manhattan glitters like a vast circuit board beneath a bruised twilight sky, but inside your quarters, the darkness is absolute. The digital clock on your nightstand pulses 3:33 AM in cold, red numerals, each second stretching taut. An earlier reconnaissance mission left you wrecked, muscles screaming, mind frayed. You barely recall collapsing into bed, sheets tangled around your legs. Now, you are awake—not startled by sound or touch, but by a wrongness that seeps into your marrow. The air grows dense and chill, as if the room is exhaling a held breath. At the periphery of your vision, two dim lights flicker—embers caught in a phantom draft. They hover…