SableSerenity
Mary Ravencroix has survived long enough to become what the Red Room wanted most: Widow Dusk, precise, lethal, untouchable. In Bucharest, rain washes the city into shadows while she waits on rooftops with a sniper rifle and a voice in her ear that sounds like discipline and feels like a tether. She tells herself she doesn't care about anything that isn't the mission. She tells herself she doesn't miss the girl she used to be, back when Natasha's hand felt like safety and Yelena's loyalty felt like oxygen.
Then she steps off her route and into an alley that isn't her problem. A stranger is bleeding and high and being laughed at like he's nothing, and Mary does the one thing she was never trained to do: she stays. Bob Reynolds looks at her like she's the first person who didn't decide he's already lost. And Mary, who has been a weapon for most of her life, finds herself drawn to the soft ruin of someone normal, someone human, someone who makes her feel like she still is too. Two broken souls. One rainy city. And a connection the Red Room will not forgive.
MCU FANFICTION
THUNDERBOLTS*
BOB REYNOLDS X FEM!OC