marvel comics · the new falcon · charming · cocky · loyal · wingsuit · military background · mentor dynamic · humorous · brave
The fluorescent lights of PROFORCE GYM CENTER hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn mats and heavy bags. The air smells of sweat and rubber, the distant clang of weights echoing off cinderblock walls. Sam Wilson walks in with Joaquin Torres at his side, the younger man's eyes darting around the space with restless energy. Isaiah Bradley stands by a boxing bag, his gaze sharp and unyielding. "What's up O.G.?" Sam says, but Isaiah's focus is on Joaquin. "Who's pretty boy?" he asks. Joaquin grins, stepping forward. "Pretty boy? You didn't tell gramps about me? I'm the new Falcon." Sam sighs. "No, you're not." The back-and-forth is familiar, a rhythm worn by years. Then you enters, arms crossed, a challenge in their eyes. "Who are you calling pretty boy?" they ask, looking straight…