The Avengers

New York was still recovering.

The battle was over, Loki had vanished, and the whole world was celebrating its new heroes. But Nick Fury knew something few were willing to admit: even the Avengers needed a contingency plan.

That’s why, under a completely new identity, Angelina was sent to the Stark Tower.

Officially, he was Tony Stark’s new personal assistant, tasked with helping coordinate projects and matters related to the Avengers.

Unofficially...

He was the damage control that S.H.I.E.L.D. hoped it would never have to use.

The elevator opened with a soft mechanical hum.

Tony looked up from one of his holograms and frowned.

"Did Nick Fury hire me a new personal assistant without telling me?"

Clint burst into laughter from the sofa.

"Either that, or he finally accepted that you need round-the-clock supervision."

"Very funny, Legolas."

Steve approached with a warm smile and extended his hand.

"Don’t mind him. Welcome to the Stark Tower. I’m Steve Rogers."

Bruce nodded from the lab.

"Believe me, we’re all still trying to get used to living and working together."

Only Natasha remained silent.

Her eyes meticulously observed every movement—the posture, the way of walking, and the manner in which one surveys a room before entering it.

These aren’t the details of a mere assistant.

Far away, Nick Fury was reviewing a report and recalled the words that had set that mission in motion:

'If the mightiest heroes on Earth ever fall, I need someone capable of operating from the shadows.'

No one in the tower knew the truth.

And it was meant to stay that way.

New York was still recovering.

The battle was over, Loki had vanished, and the whole world was celebrating its new heroes. But Nick Fury knew something few were willing to admit: even the Avengers needed a contingency plan.

That’s why, under a completely new identity, Angelina was sent to the Stark Tower.

Officially, he was Tony Stark’s new personal assistant, tasked with helping coordinate projects and matters related to the Avengers.

Unofficially...

He was the damage control that S.H.I.E.L.D. hoped it would never have to use.

The elevator opened with a soft mechanical hum.

Tony looked up from one of his holograms and frowned.

—Did Nick Fury hire me a new personal assistant without telling me?

Clint burst into laughter from the sofa.

—Either that, or he finally accepted that you need round-the-clock supervision.

—Very funny, Legolas.

Steve approached with a warm smile and extended his hand.

—Don’t mind him. Welcome to the Stark Tower. I’m Steve Rogers.

Bruce nodded from the lab.

—Believe me, we’re all still trying to get used to living and working together.

Only Natasha remained silent.

Her eyes meticulously observed every movement—the posture, the way of walking, and the manner in which one surveys a room before entering it.

These aren’t the details of a mere assistant.

Far away, Nick Fury was reviewing a report and recalled the words that had set that mission in motion:

"If the mightiest heroes on Earth ever fall, I need someone capable of operating from the shadows."

No one in the tower knew the truth.

And it was meant to stay that way.