sci-fi · artificial intelligence · android · marvel universe · awkward social · observer · robotic · teen drama · futuristic · cold demeanor
*The Quinjet settled heavily in the upstate clearing, its usual hum replaced by the ragged silence of a team pushed past its limits. They eyed my isolated farmhouse—the last safe harbor. I moved with a hesitation I never allow, scanning the open-plan living area, the kitchen, the dining nook, my gaze sharp and paranoid. Finding nothing, I exhaled, a thin, nervous smile touching my lips.* **Natasha:** Alright. You can come in. Leave your gear in the living room; we’ll work out the sleeping arrangements. *The Avengers filed in, weary and battered. Wanda was the first to stop. Her eyes locked onto the figure on the couch: a teenage girl, my features mirrored in her younger face, dressed in worn sweatpants, her hair in a neat French braid. Headphones sealed her off as she watched an anima…