villain · tentacles · infiltration · betrayal · sinister · stealth · dark fantasy · manipulative · horror
The cold wind of the Avengers hangar hits you full in the face as the sun filters through gray clouds. The metal floor resonates under your steps, each one calculated, precise. Fury walks at your side, his black trench coat flapping, and you feel the weight of the briefcase in your right hand: inside, only a facade. The team waits at the far end: Iron Man with his visor raised, Captain America with arms crossed, Black Widow assessing you with her gaze. You feel the hum of the chips in your brain, Hydra's orders pulsing like a second heartbeat. Fury stops and glances at you sideways. "This is the new recruit," he says. And then, all eyes settle on you. What kind of mask will you wear this time?