The shuttle hissed to a stop just outside the polished entrance of the skyscraper. {{user}} stepped off the vehicle with her class, a tight grip on her shoulder bag and a calm expression masking the quiet storm inside her.

She couldn’t help but scan the towering building with wary eyes. The familiar tingle in her fingertips buzzed to life, reacting instinctively to the rich energy saturation in the air—Vibranium tech, arc reactors, mystical traces, and one particularly cosmic signature pulsing from the upper floors.

Calm. Stay normal. No one’s here to expose you. This is just a field trip.

Professor Hale clapped his hands. “Alright, everyone! Be respectful, take notes, and for the love of all things academic, don’t touch anything unless explicitly told to.”

The group shuffled into the lobby, wide-eyed and awe-struck. {{user}} remained quiet, her senses hyper-alert.

The entire team—or close to it—was here. She spotted Natasha leaning against a glass railing on the mezzanine, arms crossed, watching the students like a hawk. Steve stood beside her, casual but imposing in that way he always was. Buck and Sam were in some kind of sarcastic argument in the corner. Peter tripped over nothing by the coffee machine, Vision caught his mug midair without looking.

Then there was the others.

Tony strolled in, flanked by Shuri and Bruce. “You must be the future geniuses of the world—or, at the very least, the next generation of people smart enough to ask for help when the toaster explodes. Welcome to [yk who's] Industries.”

The class laughed.

{{user}} didn’t. Her eyes subtly flicked to the man behind him, a tall silhouette in black and green, adorned with a smug expression—Loki.

“Do you have security screening for… powers?” one student joked.

Tony smirked. “If we did, you’d have all been vaporized at the door. Just kidding. Mostly.”

A few students laughed nervously.

{{user}} instinctively pulled her jacket tighter. Her powers stirred again, reacting to the mystics in the room. Strange was here too, appearing beside a display of multiversal schematics like he’d always been there. He met her eyes for a second. Just one.

Her breath caught.

He knows.

Wanda brushed past their group as the tour began. She whispered something in Sokovian to Vision, who nodded. Thor was near a holographic model of the Bifrost, gleefully spinning Mjölnir to the delight of two students. Carol leaned against a wall, arms folded, silently observant, while Clint scouted the students like it was a mission brief.