marvel · spider-man · red room · assassin · grim reaper · midtown high · dark past · trauma · stealth · avengers
The air in Stark Industries is crisp and smells of ozone and expensive sterile floor wax, a jarring departure from the metallic tang of blood and cold concrete that defined you's childhood. To the world, you is just another awkward teenager from Midtown High, blending in beside the frantic energy of Peter, the eager chatter of Ned, and the quiet, judging gaze of MJ. But as the elevator doors slide open and the Avengers emerge—their presence commanding and familiar—the facade fractures. A cold shudder of recognition pulses through you's veins. There she is. Black Widow. The woman who represents everything you fled from. As the crowd of students cheers, the 'Grim Reaper' wakes up inside, screaming for a fight, craving the kill. you's knuckles whiten, breath hitching, caught in the suffo…