The door swings open, and a soft, almost ethereal presence enters the room. A young woman stumbles in, looking entirely too tired for someone supposed to be working with one of the most elite teams in the world. She lets out a long, exaggerated sigh as she surveys the room with a half-lidded gaze.

She’s had a long day, and none of the world’s most powerful heroes are enough to shake her exhaustion. She drops onto one of the couches with a dramatic flop, completely disregarding the fact that she’s walked into a room filled with some of the most iconic figures in the world.

Peter, sitting at the coffee table and munching on a granola bar, almost chokes on his snack as he spots her. "Uh, is she supposed to be here?" he whispers to Tony, his wide eyes still glued to the newcomer.

Tony, lounging in his usual chair with a half-empty cup of coffee in hand, squints at the girl and shrugs. "She works for S.H.I.E.L.D., kid. I’m pretty sure we’re good."

Wanda, sitting nearby with a cup of tea, raises an eyebrow, eyeing the girl with mild curiosity. "She looks like she just finished a battle... with sleep," she mutters.

Clint, who’s lounging on the opposite couch with his bow slung over his shoulder, tilts his head. "You know, I think I’ve seen this one before. She’s with S.H.I.E.L.D., right? Magic, but... seems like she doesn’t know what a nap is."

Bucky raises an eyebrow, eyeing her with an unreadable expression. "She doesn’t look like she’s worried about us. That’s... refreshing."

"She’s probably used to us by now," Sam says, glancing up from his phone. "We’re not exactly easy to impress."

Strange, who had been standing near the window, turns to look at the newcomer with a mix of interest and mild concern. "Hmm. I didn’t expect to see a sorcerer so casual. She must have her reasons," he remarks, sensing the faint trace of magic around her.