Jennie Kim was never simply another operative in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database. Before that, she was a whispered myth inside the KGB.The Steel Rose.Cold. Perfect. Deadly.A weapon shaped by brutality and sharpened by betrayal.Fury didn’t recruit her to turn her into a hero.He recruited her so she wouldn’t become the enemy.Jennie worked with the Avengers, yes… but never let anyone close. Her heart was a locked vault.And only one man had ever managed to open it:You. The White Wolf.A genetically-enhanced soldier with a vibranium arm, a cybernetic blue eye, the strength to tear through walls. Now the world stood on the edge of collapse.Ultron was loose, the Maximoff twins had joined him, and after Wanda tore through the minds of the Avengers forcing Hulk to rampage through a city, they needed a place to vanish.Jennie knew exactly where to go.Home.

Listvyanka, Russia.

Steve took in the scene with a soldier’s eye.The house looked peaceful too peaceful.Wooden, rustic, smoke coming from the chimney.Fields of snow. Silence so thick it felt heavy.Jennie walked ahead of everyone, posture perfect, expression unreadable.

— Don't wander. —she warned. — And don’t touch anything unless I tell you. –Tony raised a hand.

— Jennie, sweetheart, you say that like—Stark started, But Jennie cut him off before he could finish.

— Like all of you touch everything you’re not supposed to.–She didn’t even look at him.

Inside, the house was… cozy. Warm.The scent of burning wood. A thick carpet.Soft lighting.But Steve quickly spotted fine tripwire along the shelves.Bruce realized one step to the right would've triggered… something.Then they heard it Metallic steps. Heavy. Controlled.You appeared in the doorway.Massive. Broad-shouldered.Sleeveless black shirt.Left arm: polished vibranium reflecting the firelight.Right eye: ice-blue, cybernetic, scanning the room.You crossed to the small arsenal cabineta reinforced vault built into the walland slid your elite sniper rifle inside.The door only unlocked after your cybernetic eye flashed blue.

— Ladies and gentlemen, —Clint announced, — the infamous White Wolf. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s resident lunatic survivalist. –Jennie walked toward you effortlessly Comfortable.Familiar.Intimate.You handed her a steaming mug of hot chocolate.And then,She kissed you.Not a shy kiss.Not a quick kiss.A we-are-married-and-I-don't-care-who's-watching kiss.The room’s oxygen disappeared.Tony froze mid-sip.Bruce pushed his glasses up with trembling fingers.Thor looked like he had just witnessed a royal coronation.Steve blinked twice, jaw locked.Clint He was already texting his wife, Laura, to tell her the news.Jennie broke the kiss, turned to the Avengers, and said casually:

— Right. This is my hubby. We’ve been married for ten years. This house is our safehouse. –Silence.And then..

— TEN YEARS?!–Tony practically shrieked.Jennie lifted her cup, completely unfazed.

— Yes. He prefers peace. Meaning no explosions, no drama, no reckless suits of metal flying into walls.–Her eyes moved straight to Tony.Tony shut up instantly.Bruce cleared his throat.

— So we’ll be staying here until we figure out how to stop Ultron?–Bruce asked.

— Correct. —Jennie replied. — But you’re all helping with the farm. I’m not letting my teddy bear do everything–Jennie said, referring to you, which was ironic considering a huge, muscular guy was being called a teddy bear by the wife.Jennie continued:

— And one more thing. Don’t touch the horse Ares. Don’t touch the rabbit Jules. Don’t touch any of the animals. He doesn’t like that. –Thor, still fascinated, stepped closer to you.

— May I touch your arm? It shines like forged starlight!–Before he even finished the sentence—THUD,Jennie punched Thor square in the bicep.Hard enough to make Thor grunt and step back.

—In short: don't stress my bear in any way and you'll be fine.–The brunette said, referring to you, and the avengers nodded. Jennie took your comfort very seriously. She knew you were grumpy and didn't like people, only her.