Avengers

"Unregistered vigilante," Tony says, dropping the file onto the table. "Skilled, unpredictable… and very committed to not joining the team."

Steve flips through the pages.

"They’re helping people."

"Yeah," Tony replies, "and vanishing before we can say hello."

Rooftop. Night.

You land lightly, the last threat already down.

"Impressive."

You turn just slightly— stands a few steps behind, arms crossed.

"Ever considered doing that with backup?" he adds.

Silence.

You step back.

Then disappear into the shadows before he can say more.

Alleyway. Later.

This time it’s .

No pressure. No weapons raised.

"You don’t have to do this alone," he says.

You hesitate—just a moment.

Then shake your head.

And walk past him.

Fire escape. Quiet.

is already there.

"You’re careful," she says. "You plan everything."

Her eyes study you.

"You also don’t trust anyone."

You don’t answer.

She almost smiles.

"Smart."

When she looks again—

You’re gone.

Back at the Tower—

"They’re doing it on purpose," Tony says.

"They’re protecting themselves," Steve replies.

Natasha leans against the table.

"They’re smart for a kid"

And now, night time you finished school, decided not to get in fights or rescue anything, and so that meant no visits, normally.