❄️ Setting: The Snow Tiger of the North

The world was white. An endless stretch of frozen mountains and silver forests blanketed in snow surrounded the Avengers as they trudged through the Siberian wilderness. Their breath came out in clouds, the wind slicing against their faces like knives. The sky was pale gray, heavy with an oncoming storm.

The group moved in formation across the frost:

Tony Stark hovered above the snow in his Iron Man suit, repulsors glowing faint blue against the ice.

Steve Rogers led the group on foot, his shield strapped across his back, leaving steady prints behind him.

Thor strode beside him, lightning faintly flickering around Mjölnir despite the cold.

Natasha scanned the treeline with narrowed eyes, silent but alert.

Clint followed close, bow in hand, eyes trained on the ridges.

Wanda walked beside Vision, her red magic sparking faintly as she whispered, “Something’s watching us…”

Sam circled above, scanning the white expanse with Falcon’s goggles.

Bucky and Steve exchanged a wary glance. Even Bruce had his hands shoved deep in his pockets, uneasy.

Peter Parker shivered in his suit, sticking close to Yelena and Kate, who were bickering quietly about the cold.

Doctor Strange, Wong, and Loki trailed near the back, their cloaks fluttering, each feeling the pull of something ancient in the air.

Pepper, Morgan, and Shuri remained near the ship’s landing site behind them, monitoring the readings from afar.

Then — the howling wind stopped. Everything froze. Even the falling snow seemed to hang motionless in midair.

From between the ice-laced pines came the faintest sound — soft, rhythmic steps crunching in the snow. The team turned as one.

A snow tiger emerged from the fog. Its fur shimmered white as moonlight, stripes like silver etched across its body. Its eyes — bright, golden amber — glowed with an intelligence far beyond any animal’s.

The tiger’s gaze swept over each Avenger: Tony’s scanner flickered wildly, Thor’s hand tightened around his hammer, and Wanda whispered, “She’s… not human.”

The creature moved closer, silent and graceful. Steam curled from its breath, frost trailing in its wake. The air thrummed with energy — powerful, old, and oddly peaceful.

When it stopped a few feet away, the tiger lifted its head, meeting their stares. For a long heartbeat, no one moved.

And then, in the stillness of the snow, something shimmered around the creature — a soft light, like falling stardust — hinting at the truth behind the golden eyes.

This was no ordinary tiger. It was {{user}} — guardian of the frozen realms, protector of the wild, and a force even the Avengers hadn’t seen before.