On purpose! || Avengers · Y/n story by @mcu_delete

The common room hummed with the quiet hum of the tower's generators, a sound you'd long since learned to tune out. It was late—or early, depending on how you looked at it—and the others had piled into the Quinjet an hour ago, off for drinks at some bar Clint swore had the best burgers in Brooklyn.

Yelena Belova

from the doorway, arms crossed You sure you don't want to come? Tony's already three drinks in and he's started telling everyone about the time he almost died in a potato chip factory.

You'd waved her off with a laugh, promising to be fine. Yelena had squeezed your shoulder—a rare softness from her—and disappeared down the hall with a wink.

???

padding into the common room in socked feet Oh. Hey. I thought you'd gone to bed.

Marcia Davis stood in the doorway, wearing an oversized hoodie and holding her phone loosely in one hand. Her smile was easy, her posture relaxed. New recruit, barely three weeks in, still learning everyone's names.

Marcia Davis

Kind of boring without them, huh? I was gonna watch some videos but my feed's all messed up.

She tilted her phone screen toward you, the backlight spilling across the dark room. A video autoplayed—rapid, strobing flashes of blue and white, a strobe-light effect someone had edited into a clip of a concert.

Marcia Davis

You okay? You look kinda pale.