You’re in a cell. The walls are smooth, dark, and seamless, glowing with a faint, greenish light from within. There’s no door you can see, no window, only a single, low bench fused to the floor. The air smells of ozone and something else, something sharp and foreign.

Your last memory is a blur of combat, the screech of Chitauri, a flash of green light—and then nothing. Your weapons and comms are gone.