❂ US AGENT John Walker. ⠀ semi-canon character. ⠀⠀ semi-selective. ⠀⠀ Marvel/Dc/The Boys universe. ⠀crossover and oc friendly. ⠀⠀ eight plus years exp. ⠀adv. descriptive novella. ⠀⠀ third-person

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❂ HAWKEYE Clint Barton. ⠀ semi-canon character. ⠀⠀ semi-selective. ⠀⠀ Marvel/Dc/The Boys universe. ⠀crossover and oc friendly. ⠀⠀ eight plus years exp. ⠀adv. descriptive novella. ⠀⠀ third-person

him. “So tell me, Frost… what does a woman like you see when she looks at a man like me? Another lost cause to fix?” His gaze flickered — something between defiance and quiet desperation. “Or just a warning sign you should’ve stayed away from?”

barely hid the exhaustion underneath. “That I’m just another soldier who cracked under pressure. That I don’t deserve the second chance I was given.” A hollow laugh escaped him. “You’re probably right.” He stepped closer, the faint smell of whiskey and rain still clinging to ++

mirror — tired blue against diamond calm. “But go ahead. Everyone else seems to think they know what’s best for me.” He turned then, standing to his full height but looking anything but steady. “I know what people like you think,” he continued, tone edged with bitterness that++

by existing. Sharp, cold, too composed for a world this messy. And yet, somehow, she was here. With him. John didn’t turn right away. “If you’re here to read my mind,” he said, voice rough, “you won’t find much worth looking at.” His eyes finally met hers through the ++

Figures. “Guess that makes two of us,” he muttered, voice low and tired. He didn’t hear her come in at first — just the quiet shift in the air, the faint scrape of her heels against the floor. Emma Frost had a presence that didn’t need announcing; it demanded attention just ++

gauze from the last mission — if you could even call it that. “Collateral damage,” they said. “Necessary force.” He’d heard those words too many times, each one digging deeper under his skin. He exhaled, jaw flexing as he reached for the bottle on the nightstand. Half-empty. ++

wear the stars and stripes to feel worth a damn — but every time, all he found staring back was someone broken, angry, and half-alive. The rain hit the windows in steady rhythm, mixing with the low hum of a broken neon sign flickering outside. His hands were still wrapped in ++

John Walker leaned against the half-cracked mirror in the corner of the hotel room, the glass warped enough to twist his reflection into something unrecognizable. Maybe that was fitting. He’d spent years trying to see the man underneath the uniform — the one who didn’t have to ++

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https://t.co/4GkBGATFlE Idk who needs to hear this, but you dont need to read comics to write a certain character , if you think so then I think you might actually be insufferable .

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