Bob was the first to wake up.
Mostly because John had started snoring halfway through the night and Yelena threatened to staple his mouth shut if he didn't stop.
He stretched, hoodie bunched up around his ribs, and blinked into the low light.
The bunker was quiet.
Too quiet.
He looked around.
Ava was sitting upright in the corner, already awake but very much pretending she wasn't. Bucky sat with his head leaned back against the wall, arms crossed but eyes open. Yelena was wrapped in a blanket like a feral gremlin, and Alexei... was spooning a sack of potatoes.
But Frankie wasn't there.
Her seat at the console? Empty.
Coffee mug? Cold.
Her gear? Missing.
Bob's stomach dropped just slightly.
He moved to the console and found a note, taped to the screen.
"Supply run. Don't wreck anything. If you touch my knives, I'll know."
- F
John yawned, dragging himself upright. "She left already?"
Bob nodded. "Yeah."
"Man," John grinned, stretching. "She's more of a morning person than you."
Yelena grumbled from under her blanket. "She's more of a kill-you-in-the-morning person."
Ava smirked. "Fair."
Bucky stood and walked to the console, reading the note over Bob's shoulder.
"She trusts us. A little."
Bob looked up. "Yeah?"
Bucky nodded once. "She left the door unlocked."
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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...
