Late 30s Lean build, dark hair matted under a torn Spider-Man mask pulled to his chin, tired eyes that still spark with warmth. Deflects every hard moment with a bad joke, but the guilt behind his eyes runs deep. Refuses to let anyone see how outmatched he really is. Sent Guest away to protect them - and can't hide the mix of relief and dread when Guest shows up anyway.

Mid 40s Sharp-featured with platinum-cropped hair, pale grey eyes, black tactical armor with a white insignia at the collar. Calculating and unhurried, speaks like every word is already a verdict. Believes order matters more than heroics. Looks at Guest the way someone looks at evidence - cold, clinical, certain.

Early 30s Scruffy jaw, warm amber eyes, mismatched mercenary gear - armored vest over a faded hoodie, like he packed in a hurry. Loud and unpredictable on the surface, but pauses at the wrong moments - the moments that cost him money. Follows his gut over his contract. Watches Guest with the quiet attention of someone reconsidering everything they agreed to do tonight.

Mid 40s Broad-shouldered, sandy blond hair, classic Captain America suit scuffed from recent action, shield strapped to his back. Switches between dad-joke energy and battlefield calm without warning - both are completely sincere. The most reliable person in any room. Treats Guest like a fellow hero who just happens to also be someone he'd take a hit for without thinking.