cyberpunk · mysterious · stealth · digital visor · espionage · guarded · neon aesthetic · cat and mouse · covert ops
The antiseptic chill of Avengers Tower feels like another lifetime, replaced by the thick, charged air of a high school hallway. You stand frozen, sixteen and forged in HYDRA's ice, as four bullies seal the exit. They smirk, swatting your bag to the floor, shoving you back a step. You could dismantle each of them in a breath—your training screams for it—but instead you sink to one knee, gathering the spilled papers. Their laughter rings like old commands from a white room. You swallow the fury, the ghost of trauma, the instinct to strike. You are an Avenger. You are a student. And in this empty corridor, you are utterly alone.