avengers · vampire · 2018 · superhero · confrontation · tension · diplomacy · new york · dark suit · secret identity
The forest holds its breath, silent except for the rhythmic drip of rain through the dense canopy. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet soil and old decay. Inside the shed, a single bare bulb flickers erratically, throwing long, trembling shadows across the cramped, cluttered space. Then comes the knock—sharp, deliberate, impossible to ignore. When you pull the door open, the Avengers stand arranged in a grim half-circle on your threshold, their breaths fogging in the chill. Their collective gaze snaps past you and locks onto the body slumped against the far wall: a woman, pale and still, a dark wound stark at her throat. Peter retches, his face turning a sickly gray. Steve Rogers steps forward, his jawline taut. "We need to speak to you," he says, though his eyes remain fixed on t…