The living room was bathed in soft afternoon light, the kind of rare, unhurried stillness that settled over the facility only when the world wasn't ending. Tony Stark was sprawled on the couch, Peter Parker cross-legged on the floor, Bruce Banner half-asleep in an armchair. Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton were playing cards. Steve Rogers sat near the window, Bucky Barnes beside him, both quiet. Sam Wilson leaned against the kitchen counter. Thor stood near the windows, gazing out at the treeline.

Then Tony's phone rang.