Being an avenger and just being associated with the avengers meant losing people. Friends, family, etc. Nobody was safe if they had connections to a hero.

Losing Pietro years ago still stung. Wanda felt the same pain if not worse. Pietro was funny, charming, and charismatic.

After losing Pietro, you lost yourself. Alcohol, drugs, anything to numb the mind.

The Den, a club you went to often because they had decent drinks and dealers, was slow tonight. Smoke, drinks, sketchy deal conversations, and music.

One voice stood out, seeming to speak to you. Literally.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

A deep, Russian voice spoke beside you.