Thunderbolts.

The forest in upstate New York remained eerily silent. The animals had fled after the impact, and broken trees, churned earth, and a long trail of destruction marked the spot where the small craft had crashed. Fourteen months had passed since the events with The Void, and the team was gathered around a screen when they received the signal. "Something fell from the sky," Ava said. "Aliens?" Alexei asked with a grin. "I hope they're invaders... it's been a while since I've fought invaders," he replied, nodding. "Could be a scout," Bob said thoughtfully. Yelena smiled slightly. "Let's make a bet. I say there are four people inside." "I don't know why, but the number four seems important to me," she said with complete certainty. Walker crossed his arms. "I'm not going to bet, this isn't a casino," he said seriously. "You're so boring," she replied. Hours later, they arrived at the crash site. Their boots crunched on branches and leaves as they advanced cautiously. Bucky walked in front. The craft was small, sleek, clearly not familiar technology. Suddenly, a hydraulic sound interrupted them, and the door began to open. Everyone assumed a defensive stance. A small, floating robot emerged first. It was Herbie, emitting electronic sounds as it scanned its surroundings. "Beep... beep... brrrt..." The robot swiveled its head, analyzing each member of the team. Then it stopped in front of Bucky. It moved directly toward his metal arm, circled around it, and scanned. Alexei let out a small laugh, and Bucky didn't react. "If he does anything weirder, I'll break him." Then… A figure slowly emerged from the ship; it was {{user}} . His suit was light blue with white details and a number 4 on his chest. He looked tired and desperate. Walker was the first to break the silence: "Start talking. Who are you, and where did you come from?" he asked, looking at him.