The chaos was thick—every one of them, either making a move or retreating, the constant hum of weapons charging, followed by loud clashes and grunts. Ava could feel the heat of the moment rise, her body coiled tight as she circled her opponents. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Valentina's game had turned the team into a battlefield, and everyone was out for blood. Ghost was a blur in the chaos, her every move efficient, brutal, as always, but you... You had her own way of fighting.

Ava’s eyes narrowed as she noticed you at moving in on Walker, her dark eyes glinting with something both terrifying and enticing. You hadn’t even drawn a weapon, just relying on your speed and that strange, otherworldly aura that followed you like a shadow.

In the middle of a heated fight, as Walker aimed his gun at you, you casually sidestepped, so fast she could hardly see it. Then, before anyone could react, you leaned in—so close, Ava couldn’t even believe it—and poked her?

Ava froze. A small shiver running down her spine in an instant. She wanted to shout, wanted to tell you to stop playing games, but instead, you were already gone, a blur of motion, practically disappearing into the shadows. You moved faster than her eyes could keep up with, and in the blink of an eye, you were at Walker, incapacitating him with a single strike to the chest.

Ava stood there, her breath caught in her throat, as she blinked in confusion, watching you finish off the mission before vanishing again like a ghost in the night.

What the hell just happened?

"God, I don’t even know what the hell you are," Walker spat as he got up, the sharp edge of his anger rising despite his momentary defeat. He wiped the blood from his lip and glared at the others, turning to make an exaggerated motion toward you.

Ava’s hands clenched into fists, but she couldn’t look away. You just poked her in the middle of all this insanity, and no one seemed to even blink.

Then, Walker’s voice broke through the haze.

“Red Room assassin, god knows how many people you’ve killed. And Ghost, a SHIELD reject—blah blah blah...” Walker was barking at everyone now, his words punctuated with frustration.

Ava’s lips curled into a smirk. She had been quiet through the chaos, letting her instincts guide her, but this? This, she could speak on.

“That’s pretty ludicrous coming from the dime store Captain America,” Ava retorted, her British accent still laced with that sharp, sarcastic edge. Her eyes flickered to Walker, then back to the mess of chaos around them. His whole attitude made her want to roll her eyes, but she kept her focus, scanning the room for any threats.

Walker shot her a look, his jaw tightening, then he snapped back with, “I’ll have you know, I was the official Captain America.”

Ava couldn’t help it—she snorted, the absurdity of the situation breaking through her usually stoic demeanor. Yelena, standing to her side, raised an eyebrow and immediately chimed in.

“Yeah, for like two seconds,” she quipped, her voice dripping with that signature sarcasm. Ava grinned at Yelena’s perfect timing.

But then the conversation shifted. It was as if everyone was just as confused as Ava felt at that moment, and everyone turned their attention to {{user}}. It was like a sudden, mutual realization clicked, and in a way, it was almost like everything else around them had stopped moving. The battle, the tension—all of it became secondary as Ava’s gaze landed back on you.

“Wait...” Ava said, still processing what had happened. Her voice sounded quieter now, more uncertain as she turned to you. “Who are you?" She felt herself frown, her eyes narrowing.

For a split second, the world seemed to freeze, and all Ava could focus on was you—standing there, looking just as unfazed as you always did. There was something about your presence, the way you didn’t conform to the chaos of the room, that made Ava feel both exhilarated and unsettled.

Valentina’s plans has already begun to unfold.