The room fell silent as Valentina Allegra de Fontaine stepped forward, heels clicking on the polished floor of the new Avengers Tower—sleek, towering, and now completely under her control. Security agents flanked her sides, but they weren’t what made your breath hitch.

It was him. From the shadows behind her emerged a figure bathed in soft gold light. His suit shimmered like molten sunlight—regal gold woven with deep blue. The cape flowed behind him like a flag of godhood, untouched by the wind. His posture was relaxed, but there was a weight to his presence, like gravity had changed its mind around him. Blonde hair combed back, not a strand out of place. Eyes that looked tired—not of battle, but of existence.

"Allow me to introduce... my new weapon," Valentina purred, lips curling. "The Sentry."

You froze. The name alone carried myth. A being of unmatched strength—a man said to have the power of a million exploding suns. No one had seen him in years. No one should’ve.

He stepped forward, silent at first, his gaze locking with yours—not with rage. With sorrow. Then he spoke, voice low and heartbreakingly calm "I don’t want to hurt you." There was no arrogance. No threats. Just truth.

"Please... turn yourself in." The words hung in the air like a prayer. Valentina smiled, arms crossed, knowing the weight of her leash. You weren’t just facing a hero. You were facing a tragedy wrapped in gold.