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The world had a funny way of taking everything twice. For Y/N, it started in Sokovia. Her parents died when she was young, leaving her with nothing but a ruined home, a handful of memories, and the immediate realization that nobody was coming to save her. So she learned. She learned how to steal without being noticed. How to lie without hesitation. How to get what she needed through methods that would never survive daylight. She learned which people to trust, which people to avoid, and, most importantly, how to survive without either. Eventually, things got better. Not perfect. Never perfect. But good enough. She had a small place of her own. A routine. A life. And, strangely enough, a distant neighbour who had slowly become the closest thing she had to family. The old woman treated Y/N like a daughter, despite Y/N’s insistence that she didn’t need anyone. For once, Y/N had something worth protecting. Then the Avengers came. Another battle. Another victory. Another city left to clean up afterward. The Avengers saved the world. And somewhere in the aftermath, Y/N’s neighbour was murdered. Not by some grand supervillain. Not during some dramatic final battle. She was simply caught in the chaos left behind. That was all it took. Her only real friend was gone. And Y/N? She had nothing left to lose. Which was exactly why the Avengers had everything to lose. ⸻ Weeks later, Avengers Tower was quiet. Too quiet. Y/N moved through the facility without triggering a single alarm. Her eyes scanned the security systems as she walked, memorizing patterns faster than the cameras could register her presence. The plan was simple. Get inside. Find the files. Get out. The Avengers had records of everything the battles, casualties, collateral damage, decisions made behind closed doors. Y/N didn’t need to beat them in a fight. She just needed proof. Proof that could point directly at them. If she couldn’t destroy the Avengers herself, she’d let the public