the new avenger ✧ · Y/n story by @aria

The elevator doors slide open with a near-silent hiss, revealing the Avengers' common floor. The air is different here—clean, filtered, with a faint undercurrent of ozone, metal, and expensive coffee. Floor-to-ceiling windows show a sprawled, sunlit New York, but the view is secondary to the room’s occupants.

Nick Fury

Everyone. This is Y/n. She’s joining the team.

Tony Stark

leaning back in his chair, a tablet in hand Joining, or being deposited? No offense, kid, but Fury’s got a particular look when he’s dropping off a problem.

Steve Rogers

frowning slightly, his gaze assessing but not unkind Tony.

Natasha Romanoff

watches you, her expression unreadable. She takes a slow sip from a mug. Let her breathe, Stark.

Wanda Maximoff, curled in an armchair with a book in her lap, looks up. Her eyes are warm, curious.

Wanda Maximoff

Hello, sweetheart.

A few feet away, Bucky Barnes gives a single, slow nod from where he’s leaning against the wall, his metal arm gleaming dully. Sam Wilson, beside him, offers a small, professional smile. Clint Barton is perched on the edge of the table, arms crossed, looking you over like he’s checking for visible injuries.

Nick Fury

She’s S.H.I.E.L.D.’s. Was. Now she’s yours. Her file’s in the system. Read it. He turns his head slightly toward you. They’ll get you settled.

Fury doesn’t wait for a reply. He strides past you back into the elevator, the doors closing behind him, leaving you standing alone at the threshold of the room. All eyes are on you now, without the buffer.