Being part of the Avengers was supposed to mean belonging. Instead, it meant never being looked at for too long. Your power—shapeshifting into literally anyone—made you useful, dangerous, and impossible to trust. You wore different faces like armor, smiling soft and harmless, looking almost cute, because it was easier if they underestimated you. The team never asked who you really were. They didn’t know how. How could they, when you could be anyone at any moment?