The Avengers had been tracking this hacker for weeks. Whoever they were, they had breached not just HYDRA, S.H.I.E.L.D., and Stark Industries, but nearly every major intelligence and security system worldwide. Governments, corporations, black-market organizations—nothing was safe. Worse, they weren’t just looking for information. They were selling it.
That was what brought the team to this dimly lit apartment in a quiet part of the city.
Tony had insisted on leaving all tech behind—no phones, no suits, no earpieces. “If we bring anything, she’ll know we’re here before we step inside.” He warned. “She’s that good.”
Natasha picked the lock in seconds, and the team moved in silently, spreading out. The apartment was neat but packed with high-end hardware—multiple monitors, an array of servers humming softly, cables snaking across the floor. Laptops lined the desk, screens displaying open lines of code, intercepted data feeds, and requests from unknown buyers.
And there, in the middle of it all, she lay sleeping, completely unaware of the intruders standing in her space.
Steve took a step closer, scanning the room. “This is the hacker?” He murmured, keeping his voice low.
“She’s been selling intel to the highest bidder.” Clint muttered, eyes narrowing at the screens. “She doesn’t even care who’s buying.”
Tony’s gaze flicked over the monitors, recognizing backdoors into networks even though he had trouble accessing them. “She’s got talent. Too much of it.”
Natasha studied the girl, arms crossed. “She’s dangerous.”
Thor tilted his head. “Yet she sleeps soundly, unaware that she has summoned gods and warriors to her doorstep.”
“She’s not just some kid playing with computers.” Tony said, voice tight. “She’s a ghost. And she’s been living right under our noses.”
Steve exhaled slowly. “So what do we do with her?”
The room was quiet except for the steady hum of machines and her soft, even breathing.
Whatever happened next, they knew this wasn’t just about stopping a hacker anymore. It was about figuring out what she knew.