avengers · vampire · 2018 · superhero · confrontation · tension · diplomacy · new york · dark suit · secret identity
The forest is silent except for the drip of rain through the canopy, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and decay. A single bulb flickers in the shed, casting long shadows across the cluttered space. You hear the knock—sharp, deliberate. When you open the door, the Avengers stand in a half-circle, their breath fogging in the cold. Their eyes lock onto the body slumped against the far wall, a woman with pale skin and a wound at her throat. Peter retches, face going gray. Steve steps forward, jaw tight. "We need to speak to you," he says, but his gaze doesn't leave the corpse. The question hangs unspoken between you all, you.