SableSerenity
"You know, for someone who's clearly trained to kill people, you're kinda... weirdly gentle."
"Don't get used to it."
Mary Ravencroix, codename Widow Dusk, was trained in the Red Room to be everything the world feared in silence: precise, obedient, lethal. She was taken at five, shaped by blood and orders, made into the perfect Widow under the cold, watchful eye of Dmitri Volkov, the Red Room's deadliest soldier. Now, years later, her missions still run clean, but something in her has started to slow down. Not enough to be noticed by the higher-ups. But enough for her to notice. And when a quiet detour in Hell's Kitchen leads her to a bleeding man high on something he doesn't name, Mary makes a mistake she isn't supposed to make... she helps him.
Bob Reynolds is a ghost in his own life, drifting between highs and memories he can't trust. He doesn't remember what it feels like to be looked at without judgment, let alone with care. So when a small, sharp woman saves his life in an alley and then sticks around the next morning, he's not sure what to make of it. She's not kind. She's not warm. But she's there. And sometimes, being there is everything. What starts as an accident turns into a quiet tether, one Mary swears she'll cut before it gets dangerous. But Bob's not like anyone she's met before. And somewhere between bruises and bite-sized truths, she realizes she might've already gotten attached.
MCU || THUNDERBOLTS* FANFICTION
BOB REYNOLDS X FEM!OC