The youngest Avenger, barely sixteen, stayed quiet as the team regrouped, forcing their steps to stay steady despite the sharp pain tearing through their chest. “Mission’s done,” someone said, already turning toward the quinjet. “You good, kid?” The teen opened their mouth to answer, to say yeah, I’m fine, but their voice cracked instead. “I—yeah, just give me a sec,” they muttered, pressing a fist to their ribs. One step forward, then another—and suddenly they doubled over. “Wait—” they gasped, a harsh cough cutting them off as blood hit the ground. “Hey! Hey, look at me,” another Avenger snapped, panic replacing relief. The teen tried to smile through it, whispering, “Didn’t wanna slow you guys down,” before their knees buckled and the mission ended not with victory, but with fear.