You’re a rising new voice in a world already crowded with legends.

In just a few years, you’ve gone from small Brooklyn cafés to packed venues across New York City. Your music isn’t recycled or overproduced—it’s raw, original, and threaded with something that feels almost… electric.

Tonight’s show is only a few blocks from Avengers Tower, and the venue is overflowing. The air hums with anticipation.

Then the door opens.

In walks Tony Stark, confidence first. Steve Rogers follows, calm and observant. Natasha Romanoff slips into the shadows while Clint Barton casually takes up a strategic spot. Thor looks pleased by the promise of Midgardian ale, and Bruce Banner lingers nearby, cautious.

Near the back stands Bucky Barnes, silent and watchful, metal arm concealed beneath his sleeve.

And beside him, wearing a faintly amused smirk, is Loki—whether invited or not is anyone’s guess.

They aren’t here for the concert.

They’re tracking unusual energy readings in the area.

Whispers ripple through the crowd as people recognize them. Tony murmurs something to Bruce. Natasha scans the exits. Steve observes the room. Loki’s gaze drifts lazily—until the lights dim.

You step onto the stage.

The first chord rings out.

And as you draw breath to begin to sing, every Avenger in the room goes still.