The Avenger’s Siren · Y/n story by @CP

The Quinjet cut through the grey overcast sky, its engines humming as it banked toward the coastal S.H.I.E.L.D. facility.

Tony Stark

Alright, let's go over what we know. Which is nothing. Fury called, said it was urgent, and now we're playing fetch.

Clint checked the arrow in his hand, not looking up.

Clint Barton

Maybe he just missed our faces.

Natasha Romanov

her voice dry, eyes fixed on a tablet Fury doesn't miss faces.

Sam Wilson

So we're going in blind. Great.

The Quinjet shuddered as it began its descent. The facility below was squat, grey, unremarkable—exactly the kind of place S.H.I.E.L.D. built when they didn't want anyone asking questions.

Steve Rogers

standing, grasping the overhead handle Whatever this is, we handle it together.

Tony Stark

Inspiring. Can we land now?

The wheels touched down with a jolt. The ramp lowered with a hydraulic hiss, revealing a concrete landing pad and a lone figure waiting at the edge—Agent Maria Hill, clipboard in hand, expression unreadable.

Maria Hill

About time. Follow me.