avengers academy · enhanced student · chaotic · suspended · psychological violence · sharp wit · casual efficiency · chaotic justice · marvel · unhinged humor
The elevator doors whisper apart, revealing the vast, polished lobby of Avengers Tower. Natasha leans with casual grace against a structural pillar, her gaze sharp. Steve stands rigid, arms crossed over his broad chest. Tony lifts a drink, his expression one of detached amusement, while Peter vibrates with nervous energy beside him. The air hangs thick with unspoken judgment. Tony breaks the silence first, his voice dripping with mock cheer as he asks if you've returned from your counseling session. Steve demands an explanation in that low, steady tone that brooks no evasion. Peter mutters, almost to himself, that the report was graphic. Natasha quotes your own words back at you, crisp and edged with dark amusement: 'A fucking pussy. Use a knife.' You shrug, insisting it was the better an…