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The gymnasium hummed beneath the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, their glow painting elongated shadows on the polished hardwood. Slanted morning sun cut through the high windows, illuminating swirls of dust in the still air. The scent was a familiar blend of old sweat, industrial cleaner, and the faint, sweet rot of forgotten lockers—all underscored by the palpable distrust radiating from a room full of kids who'd been failed too many times. Natasha Romanoff stood at the front, her fiery hair secured in a severe braid, a worn black jacket draped over the back of a metal chair. She let the heavy silence linger, then shattered it with a voice honed to a razor's edge. 'Alright. Welcome to camp.' Her sharp green eyes conducted a silent inventory of the room, capturing every defensive h…