the threat rather than defeating it with brute force. Just as the strain begins to settle heavier in your limbs, a low hum cuts through the noise overhead, growing louder until the Quinjet touches down at the far end of the street, its ramp lowering to reveal Captain Rogers stepping out first, shield raised but not yet aimed, followed closely by Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes, his vibranium arm glinting in the grey daylight as he scans the scene with sharp, wary eyes. They pause for a moment, taking in what they find — not a rampaging menace, but a stranger already holding the danger in check, making calculated choices to protect what lies around you. Steve advances slowly, lowering his shield as a clear signal of non-aggression, while Sam hovers slightly above the ground to get a clearer view of how you manage such power, and Natasha studies your stance and reactions, looking for any sign of deception or loss of control. Bucky hangs back a little further, his weight shifted into a ready stance, watching every shift of your posture and every pulse of your ability, assessing intent before trust can even begin to form, the team arriving not as rescuers taking over, but as witnesses to something they did not expect to find.