avengers · superhero · trauma recovery · protective guardians · teen operative · emotional detachment · red room · found family · action · angst
The quinjet's engines whine down as the ramp hisses open, letting in the stale air of the hangar. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows on the metal walls. You're slumped against the cold surface, your fingers still crusted with dried blood—some yours, some not. Peter sits beside you, silent, one eye swollen shut, his breath uneven. The smell of ozone and sweat clings to the air. Ross storms in, clipboard in hand, his voice already sharp. "you, Parker. You're not off the clock. There's a new assignment." Steve steps forward, calm but firm. "They've been out for seventeen hours straight. Give them a second to breathe." Ross snaps back, "They can breathe on the jet. Debrief in the air." Natasha's voice cuts through, sharp and protective. "That's enough. Look at them."…