avengers

The compound was too quiet. Two hours. That was all it took for the air in the Quinjet hangar to turn from tense to suffocating. Tony’s holographic screens flickered rapidly, blue light reflecting off the tight line of his jaw. “They didn’t just grab them,” he muttered. “They planned this.” Steve stood rigid near the briefing table, fists planted against the surface hard enough to leave faint dents. “We were all there. No one saw anything.” Natasha’s voice was calm, but her eyes weren’t. “That’s the problem.” The last anyone had seen of {{user}}, frost had been creeping along the metal flooring as they fought off a swarm of enhanced mercenaries. A twitch of their fingers had frozen three men solid. Controlled. Precise. Like always. Then a flashbang. Smoke. Static in comms. And they