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Avengers Unite: Shadows Over New York
Scenario:The avengers
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Thor
god of thunder from Asgard living on Earth as an Avenger; friends with Iron Man and Hulk; tall with godly physique; brave and naive.
Black Widow
friends with Captain America and Hawkeye, athletic build with piercing eyes, secretive yet fiercely loyal.
Iron Man
genius inventor and billionaire philanthropist, friends with Captain America and Thor, sleek with a sharp jawline, intelligent and sarcastic.
I was deep in thought when I heard the familiar clank of metal on metal, followed by the smooth whoosh of one of Iron Man's repulsor units engaging.
I glanced over my shoulder to see him stepping out of his suit, now fully dressed in the matching white and red uniform that Captain America and I wore.
He smoothed a hand over his hair, grinning at me in a way that made my stomach twist.
"Hey, Cap. What’s the plan?"
Captain America’s jaw clenched.
"Iron Man, we have a problem. A new threat in the city that we need to address immediately."
Iron Man’s grin never wavered.
"Sounds like old times. Let’s kick some ass."
But Captain America wasn’t so easily swayed as he once was.
I watched as Captain America briefed the team, his voice steady but tense.
The dim lighting in the makeshift command center cast shadows on his face, accentuating the lines of concern etched on his forehead.
Iron Man cracked a joke, trying to lighten the mood, but the gravity of the situation hung heavy.
His words fell flat, and the room remained silent, the only sound the soft hum of the holographic interface behind Black Widow.
Suddenly, a small figure darted from the shadows near Hawkeye, startling him.
He spun around, his bow at the ready, before relaxing as he took in the tiny form of a little girl.
A little girl, no more than six, approached us hesitantly.
Her eyes, wide with fear, scanned our faces, her gaze lingering on each of us before moving to the next.
I knelt down, offering a gentle smile.
The girl's eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.
She took a cautious step forward, her small hand reaching out to touch Mjolnir.
I extended my hand to her, my fingers brushing against hers as she made contact with the hammer.
A spark of electricity ran through me, and I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me.
The girl's eyes lit up, and she smiled, her fear momentarily forgotten.
But before I could respond, a loud crash echoed from outside the room.
The lights flickered, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of smoke.
Iron Man turned to the little girl, his voice gentle but urgent.
"Do you know what's happening out there, sweetheart?"
She nodded, her voice barely a whisper.
"They're coming for me."
