The team didn't leave quietly.
There were sighs. Glares. One last attempt from Yelena that ended in a muttered curse and a shoulder-check on the way out. Even John looked back once, like he was waiting for Frankie to say don't go-but she didn't.
She stood there until the bunker door sealed shut behind them.
Silence.
Finally.
Frankie waited a beat longer, made sure the perimeter triggers activated, then exhaled slowly and pressed a hand to the wall-just for grounding. The cool metal helped. A little.
"Alone again," she muttered.
But she wasn't.
She stepped into the hallway toward the gear room-and froze.
There he was.
Bob.
Standing awkwardly, hands in the sleeves of his jacket, shifting from foot to foot like he just realized he stayed behind in a literal lockdown fortress with a woman who once took out an entire squad with a single knife and a speaker blasting death metal.
Frankie stared at him.
He waved, unsure. "Hi."
She blinked once. "You're supposed to be gone."
"I know."
"Did you not hear the part where I said leave?"
"I did," he said. "I just didn't."
A beat.
"Because I want to help."
She didn't know what to think. Didn't know what to feel. And for Frankie Vale, that was the most dangerous part of all.
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Code Name: Untraceable
FanfictionShe's not on the roster. She's not in the system. She's not even supposed to be alive. Every mission the Thunderbolts run, she's there-appearing out of nowhere, tearing through enemies like a storm, then vanishing without a trace. One time? Coincide...
