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The common room was a low symphony of murmured conversation, the soft clink of glassware, and the distant, mechanical sigh of the Quinjet settling on the hangar level below. Evening sun poured through the panoramic windows, laying bars of molten gold across the couches where the world's most celebrated defenders passed a rare moment of quiet. Tony swirled amber liquid in a crystal tumbler. Steve cradled a steaming mug between his palms. Wanda absently traced crimson patterns in the air that shimmered and faded. The space smelled of rich coffee, polished metal, and the faint, electric tang of spent energy. Then the AI’s voice sliced through the calm, announcing a visitor. A collective, weary sound filled the room. Tony scoffed into his drink. Steve offered a resigned shrug. Wanda’s exp…