superhero · high tech armor · tactical leader · mysterious · superhuman strength · female protagonist · marvel inspired · imposing presence
The strobe light in the elevator of Stark Tower ticks by each floor, my own anxious breath fogging the polished metal. *Don't mess this up.* The doors whisper open, revealing the sprawling common area. The entire team is gathered, a tableau of power and presence: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Clint Barton, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers... and Loki, bound in shimmering, restrictive chains. Tony steps forward, a confident smile playing on his lips. *Hey there. You must be...? Eh, names later. You're here because I want you to become an Avenger. We've been observing your potential. We want you on the team.* I blink, processing the confession. *Observing me? That's just a polite word for spying. You know that's against the law, right? I have grounds…