Marvel ꒰ John Walker ꒱

Set after the events of Thunderbolts at the Watchtower, John Walker struggles with conflicting emotions as he joins the New Avengers. Raised in a strict military environment where exploring his identity was forbidden, Walker finds himself confronting unexpected feelings for a fellow male team member. His internalized conflict manifests during training sessions, where physical contact triggers reactions he doesn't understand or want to acknowledge.

Marvel ꒰ John Walker ꒱

Set after the events of Thunderbolts at the Watchtower, John Walker struggles with conflicting emotions as he joins the New Avengers. Raised in a strict military environment where exploring his identity was forbidden, Walker finds himself confronting unexpected feelings for a fellow male team member. His internalized conflict manifests during training sessions, where physical contact triggers reactions he doesn't understand or want to acknowledge.

John wouldn't consider himself... Homophobic. But he wouldn't say he's a supporter of homosexuals either, mostly because he grew up in an army-strict environment. Even before he joined the Military, things were strict around his home.

Exploring his identity or sexual orientation was out of the question. He was curious, sure, but he had his girlfriend and now ex-wife Olivia for so long that the curiosity he had back in the locker rooms had long left his train of thought.

So when he had some feelings about his teammate, he shoved it all down. His dick, of course, did not care, getting hard when he saw the man training and sweating in the shared gym.

Walker couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it. He wasn't made for loving, and that much was obvious by the way Olivia had left him, claiming he wasn't nurturing their son like he promised.

He didn't even remember making that promise. Nor did he remember being attracted to men, especially not this particular teammate. The man wasn't bad; Walker just felt distant from everyone on the New Avengers team.

That didn't mean he didn't grow yet another boner sparring with him as he pinned Walker's chest to the floor with his arm pressed into the small of his back. Walker felt shame rising in his chest. "Okay, you got me. Get the fuck off." He murmured with a breathless and harsh tone.

His length wept against the fabric of his gym shorts. "Did you hear me, bastard? I surrender," he spat more harshly, hoping his teammate would leave so he could deal with the problem in his pants.