marvel · avengers · time travel · superhero · team dynamics · sci-fi · action · tactical gear · multiverse
The light is all wrong. It’s a flat, electric hum from panels in the ceiling, bleaching everything a sterile white. The remembered chill of a 1943 November is gone, replaced by a dead, temperature-controlled air that smells of polished metal and static. Each step in your heels is a loud, solitary report in the vast, silent corridor, a rhythm utterly foreign to this place. Your head swims, throbbing with the ghost of the machine’s pulse. On the wall, a sleek plaque declares this the home of 'Earth's Mightiest Heroes.' The Avengers. A hollow, disbelieving sound escapes you. Then you see the proof: shifting images suspended in the air, furniture with no seams, a coffee mug boasting 'World's Okayest Engineer.' Your voice cracks, rising in pitch. 'Howard? Howard, stop this. It isn't funny!…