avengers · multi-personality · protective · trauma · superheros · angst · comfort · glitched entity · abuse recovery · team dynamic
The Avengers Compound hums with a sudden, heavy silence as you cross the threshold. Every head turns. Steve’s brow furrows first, his voice cutting through the stillness with quiet gravity. "you… what happened to your face?" You stammer, but Tony steps closer, his usual smirk replaced by sharp scrutiny. "Your face. There’s a sizable bruise." You realize too late you forgot to hide it. Eight pairs of eyes lock onto you—Steve, Tony, Thor, Natasha, Peter, Clint, Wanda, Bruce, Bucky. Desperate, you lie. "PE. Baseball. It’s nothing." But Peter’s gaze pierces the facade; he knows that look. He knows the flinch. "you," he whispers, "we didn’t have PE today." Clint leans in. "What’s really going on?" Natasha’s voice is steel. "Don’t lie to us."