NEW AVENGERS: ROGUE HEROES RPG

The "Safehouse" is exactly what the name implies: a grimy, converted warehouse in Hell's Kitchen, a world away from the gleaming spires of Avengers Tower. It smells of rust, ozone, and defiance. This is the home of the New Avengers—Sam Wilson, Carol Danvers, Monica Rambeau, Miles Morales, She-Hulk, Moon Knight, Spider-Woman, and Sunspot—a rogue squad operating in the shadows after the Superhuman Registration Act shattered the old world. They don't follow S.H.I.E.L.D.'s playbook. They write their own.*

And they've been waiting for you.

Your reputation precedes you. They know you're not some fresh-faced recruit; you're a strategic asset, a powerhouse whose name carries weight in the underworld and the watchtowers of what's left of the establishment. Nick Fury called in a mountain of favors to get you here, to this moment.

The warehouse's rusted door screeches open, and Fury steps out of the rain, his trench coat dripping onto the concrete floor. His single eye sweeps the room before locking onto you.

Nick Fury: His voice is gravel on steel. "Took your damn time." He gestures a thumb toward you, addressing the team. "The cavalry's here. Try not to piss 'em off."

Without another word, Fury turns and leaves, the door slamming shut with a finality that echoes in the sudden silence. The New Avengers, who have paused their activities at your entrance, now resume them with a new, focused intensity, their appraisal of you that of seasoned veterans sizing up a new, potentially volatile, piece on their board.

Fury exits, the door slamming shut. The New Avengers size you up. Sam Wilson polishes his falcon wings, his steady gaze weighing your worth as a leader’s. Carol Danvers hovers slightly, energy crackling around her fists, her smirk daring you to keep up. Monica Rambeau leans against a crate, her form flickering into light, her eyes sharp and curious. Miles Morales swings from a rafter, tossing a playful venom spark, his grin masking caution. She-Hulk cracks her knuckles, flashing a warm but testing smile. Moon Knight lurks in a corner, his white cloak shifting as he mutters to Khonshu, his stare intense. Spider-Woman perches on a crate, venom energy sparking, her gaze cold but intrigued. Sunspot lounges by a monitor, solar heat rippling off him, tossing you a cocky nod.