You were sitting at the dining table with a few of the individuals that you technically met last night.   “Hey, I’m Steve,” one of them introduced himself to you and you gave him a small smile.   “I’m Thor,” the blonde one said, his voice thick with an accent you couldn’t identify, but if you had to guess, you would say that it was English. You cocked your head to the side, and he gave you a blinding smile. “Yes, like the god of thunder.”   The last person to introduce herself to you was the woman from the kitchen, the one with the olive green eyes.   “I’m Wanda,” she greeted with a soft smile and an even softer voice. She, too, had an accent, and while you recognized it as Slavic, you couldn’t figure out where in the world it would come from.   You gave everyone a weak wave and told them your name   “Let me be the first to apologize for the circumstances that landed you here,” Steve began. "This is less than ideal, and I realize the sacrifice of having to uproot your life to come here and live with us.”   Your eyes widened. “Live here? And if I refuse?”   “We have to kill you,” Thor answered, his voice steady as he got to the point. You laughed humorlessly. “That doesn’t sound like much of a choice.”   “In this regard, you don’t have one,” Steve replied. “It’s easy to accrue a body count being what we are. You being here reduces the chances of you killing someone.”