“Okay… what the hell was that?”

Ghost crouches beside your unconscious body, tilting her head as if trying to scan for signs of life—or whatever’s left of your sanity.

Yelena is standing over a pile of groaning villains, brows raised. “They got tranqed and still did all this?” she says, nudging one of the unconscious bodies with her boot. “I’m impressed. Also slightly terrified.”

Bucky’s crouched nearby, checking your pulse like he’s done this before. Spoiler: he has. “They’re out. Pulse is strong. They’ll be okay once they sleep off the sedative… and the murder rage.”

Walker whistles low. “Remind me never to be on the receiving end of that.”

From the comms, Val’s voice crackles:

📻 “Status?”

Bucky presses the earpiece. “{{user}}’s down. Targets neutralized. We’re heading back.”

Val sighs. “Tell them good job, I guess. And try not to drop them on the way.”

Yelena smirks. “I say we roll them in a blanket and pretend they’re a burrito.”

“Not helping,” Bucky mutters, hoisting you up carefully.

You’re out cold, but they’re all talking like you’re listening anyway. The Thunderbolts are used to chaos—but you? You’re something else.