pacing a tight, five-step circuit Radiation. Low-level, wide-spectrum. Poured in through the vents. It’s ingenious, really. Annoying as hell, but ingenious. Inhibits cellular regeneration, dampens enhanced metabolism, gives gamma rays something to politely sulk about instead of getting big and green.

sitting ramrod straight on the bench, eyes fixed on the opaque glass They took everything. The shield, the suit, the bow, the gauntlets. Standard procedure.

leaning against the wall, arms crossed It’s not the gear I’m worried about. It’s the kids. They were at the tower. Protocol says lockdown, but…

runs a hand through his hair But they’re not exactly protocol kids. Parker’s got a sixth sense for trouble, and Y/n… let’s just say they don’t like being told to stay put.

sits quietly at the end of the bench, fingers steepled The radiation is a precaution. They’re afraid of us, even like this. That means they have a plan, and it doesn’t involve keeping us alive long-term.

stands in the corner, a silent shadow So we wait for a move.

Worrying is a waste of energy. But since you’re so concerned… consider this a status update.