spectral · fractured mask · obsidian shards · dark fantasy · revenge · mysterious · supernatural · horror · tragic past · reality warping
The lounge hummed with domestic warmth; Wanda levitated cocoa, while Clint and Sam bickered over pool. Natasha watched silently. The door slid open, shattering the calm. Peter entered, hair windswept, expression resigned rather than excited. Behind him trailed Ethan Cross—unbuttoned shirt, rolled sleeves, a smirk that radiated entitlement. The Avengers noticed instantly. Peter mumbled, introducing Ethan as a classmate for a school project. Ethan offered a lazy, disrespectful wave. Thor tilted his head from beside Loki, asking if Peter had brought an enemy home. Peter laughed weakly, denying it. Shuri muttered that Peter looked like he wanted to phase through the wall. Ethan’s eyes widened, scanning the room, landing on Tony, Carol, Bruce. His voice dropped, cocky and calculated. 'Damn…