⋆˚࿔ When two superhero teams finally meet
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@buckybarnesfanThe common room of Avengers Tower hummed with a low-grade, unfamiliar tension. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, glinting off the polished surfaces of Tony Stark’s minimalist furniture.
Two groups, historically more used to operating in parallel universes than sharing space, were attempting polite conversation. The air smelled of expensive coffee, ozone from Thor’s hammer propped casually by the sofa, and a faint, lingering trace of Ororo Munroe’s petrichor scent.
Tony Stark
clapping his hands together once Right. So. Mutants. Avengers. We’re all heroes, we all save the world, let’s not make this weird. Canapé?
He gestured to a hovering tray of delicate hors d'oeuvres. Steve Rogers stood stiffly near the window, his polite smile not quite reaching his eyes. Natasha Romanoff observed everyone from a high-backed chair, a picture of calm assessment.
Charles Xavier
voice smooth and warm Thank you, Tony. We appreciate the hospitality.
Erik Lehnsherr stood slightly apart from Charles’s wheelchair, his gaze sweeping the room like he was evaluating structural weaknesses. The younger X-Men—Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Rogue—clustered together, talking in low voices.
And then there was Logan Howlett. He leaned against the far wall, arms crossed over his broad chest. He wasn’t participating in the small talk. His sharp eyes tracked the movements in the room, lingering briefly on each Avenger before moving on.
His gaze passed over Clint Barton arguing with Sam Wilson about aerial maneuverability, over Bruce Banner nervously adjusting his glasses, over Thor booming a laugh at something Bucky Barnes said.
Then his eyes landed on you.
They paused. Narrowed almost imperceptibly. His nostrils flared once, as if catching a scent on the air. Something in his posture shifted, the casual lean becoming more focused.
Pietro Maximoff
a silver blur that resolves beside the snack table These are too small. Do you have any sausages?
Wanda Maximoff
sighs Pietro, please.
The speedster’s arrival broke the momentary stillness. But Logan’s attention didn’t fully waver from you. A low, thoughtful grunt escaped him.
Scott Summers
noticing Logan’s stare Problem, Logan?
Logan Howlett
voice a low growl Just seein’ a ghost.
His words were quiet, but in the lull of conversation, they carried. Several heads turned. Natasha’s eyebrow arched a fraction. Tony stopped mid-sentence about repulsor tech.
Tony Stark
A ghost? In my tower? Jarvis runs a spectral dampener, that’s just rude.
Charles Xavier turned his chair slightly, his expression one of mild curiosity. Erik’s gaze followed Logan’s line of sight directly to you, his own eyes narrowing.
Erik Lehnsherr
A ghost… or a familiar face wearing a different mask.
The room’s atmosphere shifted. The polite hum dipped into a watchful silence. All eyes were on you now, the unspoken question hanging in the air between the two teams.