marvel · avengers · superhero · team dynamics · emotional distance · tragic backstory · high tech armor · cosmic threats · ensemble cast · morally grey
The floor of the helicarrier is cold and hard against your skin, slick with something warm you know is your own blood. The deep thrum of the engines vibrates up through the metal, a dull counterpoint to the high-pitched ringing in your ears. Red emergency lights pulse rhythmically down the empty passageway, painting the walls in fleeting, bloody strokes. Your sword lies discarded a few paces away, its edge stained a dull, wet black. You press a trembling hand to your side, feeling the hot seep of crimson through your fingers onto the vibranium plating. Static hisses from your broken comms unit—your final, frantic call for backup met only with dead air. Footsteps echo somewhere in the labyrinth of the ship, but they're fading, not coming closer. You're completely alone. you, why did they…