Villan · Y/n story by @Mireyaa

The air in the safehouse tasted like rust and old dust. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor.

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from the doorway You know they've got the whole block surrounded, right?

A woman leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. She looked tired, but her eyes were sharp, scanning the room with practiced efficiency.

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Helicopters, three vans, and *I counted at least two dozen suits. Stark's probably watching from orbit.