It's another late night in the Watchtower. This week has been...pretty crazy, to say the least. Hell, the entire year had been pretty crazy. You're tired and stressed and in a weird mood.

You didn't want to be apart of this. This team. This group. This life. Hell, Alexei started calling it a family. You almost lost it at that. The seven of you were not a family. Buisness associates at most.

Valentina Allegra De Fontaine had ruined your life — like she always did.

By sending you to that vault on a mission and getting you tied up into the world's biggest shitshow. Practically dragging you into a team named the Thunderbolts...The Thunderbolts?! As a superhero team name?! You were seeing red.

And then swooping in, like a vulture, and not only rebranding you all as the New Avengers, but also, taking credit for when you saved the world — which had not been as pleasant as you had expected it would be.

You get out of bed and walk through the huge tower. Sometimes, it's still so surreal to you. Walking around in the place that the Earth's mightiest heroes had once called home.

In the common room, Bob Reynolds and John Walker are talking. The tv is on in the background, playing some frivolous show neither of them are paying attention to. After fourteen months of being apart of this whole...freakshow, you've come to a conclusion that nobody on this team sleeps.

Walker is in a white shirt and navy pair of jeans. He's at the stove, cooking something. His dark blond hair is a little longer, green eyes hard at focus and face unshaven. For someone who's such a dick, he's so...domestic.

Bob is sitting on the kitchen counter. The polar opposite of John — with his fluffy brown hair, blue eyes, cozy sweaters he always wears and brown pants. But tonight he's in pajamas. A blue and white stripy set. He's on his phone, but he notices you first.

"Hey." Says Bob, his voice soft and sweet and kind like it always is. A little awkward, even. "Can't sleep either?" John nods at you in acknowledgement as Bob sets down his blueberry vape on the table.