Red_October_1917
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Max wasn't sure exactly when the feeling started. But it had been there ever since he was in karting. He felt as if somebody was constantly watching him, around the corner, in the trees, even when he was locked up in his driver's room. It wasn't everywhere he went, but it was always at a Grand Prix.
Max had grown used to it. He never told anybody about it. Why would he? It was just a child's fear. And if there was anything he wasn't, it was a child. And he sure as hell didn't believe in any of that supernatural bullshit.
But maybe he should've.
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As the 2025 season progresses, Charles wilts deeper and deeper into a horrible depressive episode that he almost can't overcome. All the Ferrari losses have begun to take a significant toll on his mental health and he doesn't know what to do about it. In some weird turn of events, his childhood rival is the only person that can pull him out of the sinking hole that is his depression.
As they grow closer, a weird feeling blooms between them that Charles can't quite explain. He had felt a feeling quite like it before, and if he's honest, he's afraid of what it does to him. But, his childhood rival is blissfully oblivious to it all. Much to Charles's dismay, or luck, depending on who you ask.
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Based on one of the earlier concepts for Thunderbolts*, instead of them being incinerated by Valentina, they are just trapped and need to find a way out!
John Walker would've never imagined that being trapped in a concrete hell would be the thing to make his mental health somewhat stabilize, but, here we are. But, that doesn't mean he isn't stressed. He still needs to find a way out before they run out of food, water, and maybe even oxygen.
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10 months after the events of Thunderbolts.
For the most part, the world has stayed peaceful. Other than Sam Wilson being complicated over who got to be the real Avengers, everything had stayed primarily fine. All the of Thunderbolts were peacefully living in the tower. Becoming closer than before, life was good. Or at least, as good as it could be with John struggling with raging PTSD. How was one supposed to interact with others when you can barely get out of bed in the morning?
This is primarily a John Walker fic because he's my baby, I'm sorry if the writing isn't great because this is my first real Fanfiction. If I mess up anything about canon, please tell me!