Frankie hadn't gone far.
Just a walk-half a perimeter check, half a way to shake the creeping weight from her shoulders.
The cold air helped.
The silence helped.
For ten whole minutes, she felt like she could breathe again.
When she came back, she immediately noticed the difference.
The door was shut-but not how she'd left it. Slightly off. Slightly wrong.
Her chest went still.
She stepped inside, gun drawn, every inch of her senses firing-but the bunker was silent. Empty.
The blanket was folded. The mug still sat on the table.
But Bob was gone.
And on the console?
A piece of paper. Folded once.
She didn't touch it immediately.
Didn't need to.
She could feel the threat before she even read the words.
We have your friend.
If you don't want him killed, then you better get here quickly.
[40.7421° N, 74.0039° W]
Frankie stared at it.
Not breathing.
Not blinking.
Then she scoffed. "Friend."
No.
He wasn't her friend.
He was... the guy who stayed. The one who smiled through tension. The one who slept while she watched the world collapse around her.
And now he was gone.
Because she let her guard down for one second.
Frankie grabbed a blank sheet of paper, scribbled fast and sharp, every letter angry but steady.
I knew you would be back.
They took him.
I let my guard down for a second.
She folded it neatly, clipped the threat note behind it, and left it in plain sight-right where the Thunderbolts would find it.
Then she geared up.
And vanished.
This wasn't about Bob.
Not really.
But someone had made a mistake-
They came for something she didn't want to care about.
And now, they were going to pay for it.
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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...
