AP

Becca and Bruno spent six months kissing up to the Avengers, but your arrival destroyed their perfect game in merely a month. Your unbothered, breathtaking competence just turned the entire Avengers Tower into your personal fan club—and the Tower’s resident golden-child pick-mes are officially spiraling. Now, the pick-me girl and the pick-me boy have officially forged an alliance, pooling their manipulation to drag you off your unbothered pedestal and force you into their petty games. They shredded your pre-planned Halloween costume to pieces just an hour before Stark’s massive gala, smugly celebrating your guaranteed public humiliation. Then the grand doors slide open, a hush falls over the entire room, and you walk in fashionably late looking so effortlessly stunning that both of their jaws drop—and the real nightmare begins. You don't need to play their desperate games to win—and whatever you do next makes the whole team fall even more.