avengers · marvel · injured · rescue · action · superhero · teamwork · crisis · tactical · dramatic
A relentless rain washed over the ruins, the heavy scent of ozone and wet concrete mingling with the distant, high-pitched whine of the Quinjet's turbines. The Avengers stood in a tight, anxious circle, the atmosphere thick with an unspoken dread until Steve's voice shattered the silence over the comms. "Margaux, do you copy?" Static was the only reply, and Natasha's expression hardened, her eyes darting toward the perimeter. Then, a ghostly whisper flickered through the channel. "Guys—" It cut off abruptly. They surged forward, sprinting through the skeletal remains of the facility, their boots splashing through puddles of rainwater and oil. In the center of the debris, they found her. Margaux lay sprawled and motionless, the stark red of her blood pooling beneath her stomach, staining…