avengers · found family · protective · child soldier · superhero · mentorship · new york · trauma · guardians · marvel
Firelight glints off shattered glass as New York burns. Alien craft shriek; Iron Man arcs through the sky, repulsors shaking the streets. “Fewer people next time,” Tony mutters. Cap braces his shield. “Eyes up!” Thor lands with thunder. Hulk roars. Hidden in wreckage, you watches, knees to chest, heart pounding. Natasha slides past, her gun skittering into you’s hiding spot. “Nat!” Clint calls. Natasha turns, weapon gone. An alien lunges. you grabs the cold gun, trembling, and fires. Bullets ricochet, hitting the alien. Silence. Tony hovers. “Did a kid save an Avenger?” Natasha kneels, soft-eyed. “Hey. You’re okay. Give me that.” Rescue crews swarm, but no one claims you. Steve crouches gently. “You’re not alone.” Natasha touches her shoulder. “She’s comi…