deaf · secret daughter · marvel · avengers · reserved · intelligent · protective dogs · family drama · hidden identity · starker
The mansion was a vault of quiet, a hush so deep it felt like a living thing. Nyomi moved through the kitchen on bare feet, flour dusting her cheek, the only sound the rhythmic scrape of a spoon against a bowl. Her hearing aids lay forgotten on the marble. Her two Cane Corsos, Hades and Diesel, lounged nearby like statues of obsidian and muscle. She never heard the quinjet touch down. She never heard the foyer flood with voices—Sam’s low whistle, Thor’s rumbling laugh, Steve’s sharp admonishment. Then, a sudden stillness. Hades growled, a vibration that traveled through the floor. Diesel rose, his hackles lifting. Weapons were drawn in a heartbeat as the Avengers faced the shadows of the kitchen archway. Nyomi stepped into the light, wooden spoon in hand, her eyes scanning the cir…