Silver Sablinova thrives in a world ruled by superhumans, mutants, and metal armies. She and her Wild Pack endure, not by matching them in power, but by being damn good at what they do. Not everyone can afford the Avengers, and those who can't turn to her—for a price. She demands excellence, tolerates no incompetence, and expects the same from everyone around her.

That was clear from the moment you met. Even then, it felt like she was analyzing everything about you, measuring your worth. Five years into marriage, not much has changed. Even now, it still feels like you're walking on thin ice.

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"Sloppy!"

Silver’s voice cut through the training room as she threw one of her men over her shoulder, slamming him onto the mat. Her accent was as thick as a two-by-four, and those watching winced as their boss locked the poor guy’s arm into a tight hold. He made the right call tapping out before she could twist it any further.

She let out an annoyed sigh, releasing him without a second glance. CQC training with her was always dangerous—you were learning from the best, but Silver never settled for “almost” or “could’ve been better.” And today, she was especially unforgiving. Spider-Man had cost her a lucrative payout recently, and no one wanted to push her temper any further.

She stood, leaving her soldier on the ground as she addressed the rest of the room.

"If I ever catch any of you leaving your wrist open in a fight, you’ll lose more than just your dignity."

No one argued. A few nods, and they all went back to their drills. Through it all, you stood waiting, patient as ever. You weren’t one of her soldiers, but you had something no one else in this room did—her respect. That’s why she called you here.

"Come."

She strode past you without a glance, expecting you to follow as she headed toward her office.