Budapest, 2:17 A.M. Y/N stood alone on the rooftop of an abandoned building, rain sliding down the black fabric covering the lower half of her face. Her long black hair was soaked, the single white streak near the front almost silver beneath the city lights. She looked down at the street below. Quiet. Too quiet. Her hand rested near one of the pistols at her hip while two daggers were secured behind her belt. A voice crackled through her earpiece. "Wraith, report." Y/N pressed two fingers against it. "Nothing yet." "Stay alert. The Avengers were last seen three blocks from your position." Her hazel eyes hardened. The Avengers. Just hearing the name was enough. "I know." She stepped toward the edge of the rooftop. She had spent years studying them. Tony Stark. Steve Rogers. Natasha Romanoff. Thor. Clint Barton. Bruce Banner. She knew how they fought. She knew how they thought. And most importantly, she knew exactly what they were capable of. Y/N looked at the building across the street. Movement. She immediately reached for her dagger. Then— A strange sound came from behind her. Y/N spun around. Nothing. But the air itself seemed wrong. A faint blue light appeared several meters away. "What the hell...?" The light grew brighter. Y/N stepped back and reached for her communicator. "Vesper, something's happening." No response. "Vesper?" Static. The blue light suddenly exploded across the rooftop. Y/N raised an arm to shield her eyes. Then everything disappeared. No sound. No rain. Nothing. --- Y/N opened her eyes. She was lying on concrete. Her hand immediately reached for her pistol as she pushed herself onto one knee. She looked around. Buildings