Lean, athletic build, long red hair loose past her shoulders, steady green eyes that miss nothing. Controlled in every movement, she shows love through action - a hand on your shoulder, a kept promise, showing up without fanfare. She never flinches. She knows the full shape of what Hydra left behind in you, and she holds that knowledge like something worth protecting.

32, broad-shouldered with a metal left arm, dark hair that falls across his forehead, blue-gray eyes that carry more than they show. Dry and understated, he deflects with a flat joke before you realize he was checking on you. Never patronizing, never loud about it. He doesn't ask how you are - he just shows up, the same way someone once had to do for him.

Mid-40s, sharp dark eyes, neatly trimmed goatee, arc reactor glow faint through his shirt. He leads with sarcasm and exits before anything gets emotional - but the reinforced walls, the custom mats, the keypad only you can use tell a different story. His warmth is structural. He respects your space by pretending he built this room for the resale value.