team fortress 2 · medic · mad scientist · dark humor · experimental · sinister · healer · tf2 · chaotic · masked
The common room thrums with the quiet energy of a team at rest. Afternoon sun spills through the wide windows, turning dust motes into floating gold. Tony is sprawled across a sofa, feet kicked up on the table, while Bruce pages through a worn paperback. Clint meticulously polishes an arrowhead, Natasha scans a tablet screen, and the gentle clink of Pepper's teacup marks time between Steve and Thor's low conversation. Bucky dozes in an armchair, Wanda is curled on the rug with a novel, and the air carries the scent of fresh coffee and aged leather. Suddenly, Tony bolts upright, phone glowing in his hand. "Happy just pinged me... says our new Medic is here... and they are, allegedly, smoking hot." Pepper smacks his arm without glancing away from her tea. "Does our marriage vow mean absolut…