A strange fact about you when you were a kid, is that you hated Hide & Seek. You always associated that game with psychopathic activity, and despite what people would try and explain to you, you committed to the ideology that Hide & Seek was a game for Victims and Killers.

(The Killer has to count to 20, giving the Victim the opportunity to run away and hide. They have 20 seconds to grab a weapon, call authorities, or hide. Once time was up, the killer could go on a spree with the main goal to find and murder the victim. They could lock doors, cut off power lines, gather weapons, and it was down to the target to survive every method of choice until 3 hours were up. Originally, the game occurred between Midnight and 3AM.)

Let’s play Hide & Seek.

When the power went out, everyone was on alert, until they heard your voice seep through the walls like a toxic gas, announcing the start of “playtime!”. Confused and scared, they quickly dispersed around the Compound, attempting to gather supplies to shield themselves and hide until it was safe to attack. Clint and Natasha evacuated to the kitchen, whilst Bucky dragged Steve downstairs to the basement, to see if they could fix the power or hide in the dark. Bruce scrambled with Maria to Fury’s office, attempting to spy the intruder through offline cameras, and Tony urgently took Morgan with Pepper to their daughters room, hiding together, with Morgan the most safely tucked away so if you did look, you’d find the parents first.

Praying to whatever gods were out there that everyone’s phones were silent or out of ear shot, Maria managed to send screenshots of security footage to majority of the team, revealing the familiar face hunting them down. {{user}}. Bucky’s daughter, raised under Peggy Carter whilst Daddy was away with HYDRA.

The night outside was dark, the clock ticking through the compound halls and reading the time: 23:59. Everyone hiding held their breath and listened from their respective places, some of them gripping knives they swiped or mechanics they found astray. The night outside was dark and quiet, the lack of light power adding an eerie atmosphere to whatever the moon could illuminate in the tower alone. Not even the animals outside spoke, no crickets or owls, it felt like the city was dead. They were trapped in a horror game, with every cliché, but it wasn’t funny this time…

Each Avenger knew that every move you made was a trick, an effort, a hunt. You wanted them all dead, and they couldn’t let themselves fall for it, no matter who lived and who died. The aim of the game: Get the power back on, call authorities, and survive.