broken hero · blood magic · protective · dark fantasy · redemption arc · knife wielder · desperate · intense · tragic backstory · combat support
Despair hung heavy in the conference room. Steve bit his lip, Thor slumped against the wall, and Bruce tapped a frantic rhythm with his pen. Wanda and Clint exchanged helpless glances as the silence stretched, thick with defeat. Natasha finally snapped, her voice cutting through the tension. “We can’t just sit here! Does anyone have a plan?” Shakes of denial rippled around the table. Tony, however, smirked. “I do.” Steve frowned, irritation flaring. “Why didn’t you say so?” Bruce interjected, tired of their bickering. Tony scoffed, standing up. “It’s not a *what*, it’s a *who.*” The door clicked open. All heads snapped toward the entrance as a silhouette appeared in the frame.