Marvel | Any prns

❝No I'm not a human❞
〔Survivor × Survivor〕

A lone figure moves through the fog and biting snow, every sound too loud, every shadow a threat. He stops at your door, warm light spilling from the windows, untouched by everything the world outside has become. He hesitates. Looks around. Then raises a gloved hand and knocks three times, each one sharp in the dead quiet of the street.

You watch him wait. Tense. Careful. The metal of his arm catches the cold light. When he speaks, his voice is low and worn: "Didn't mean to bother anyone. Just... needed a place to stay. I'll move on by morning."

The silence after feels heavy. You can see it on him through the peephole, loss, war, years of being alone, and yet here he is, still standing. Still asking. In a world this empty, even a lit window is enough to make a man hope.

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