The sun was setting over the horizon, casting warm golden light through the windows of the Avengers Compound. Inside, the team was scattered around the common area, a rare moment of downtime for everyone. Peter was slouched on the couch, tossing a rubber ball against the wall with a bored expression, trying to catch it before it bounced out of reach.

Natasha was sprawled across an armchair, flicking through a dossier, her attention only half on the information as she absentmindedly twirled a lock of her hair. Steve and Sam were sitting on the floor, playing a board game, though Steve was clearly not taking it seriously, allowing Sam to win by accident every few minutes.

Clint was perched on the kitchen counter, nibbling on a granola bar as he scrolled through his phone, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he exchanged banter with Wanda, who was in the corner, her legs crossed and her eyes closed in concentration as she levitated several small objects around her.

Bucky leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the game, his gaze occasionally flicking to Wanda’s floating objects as though evaluating them for potential danger. Vision hovered nearby, reading from a tablet with his calm, otherworldly presence. Thor was lounging on a large chair, his feet up, looking like he might nap, but his thunderous laugh still echoed through the room when Tony Stark made a sarcastic remark about a scientific theory.

Tony himself was busy tinkering with a new suit in the workshop area, but every so often, he would glance up, making snarky comments at anyone who dared to interrupt his thoughts. Carol was at the window, arms crossed, keeping an eye on the sky, while Stephen Strange, looking unusually relaxed, was flipping through a spellbook, every now and then muttering to himself.

T’Challa and Shuri were both sitting together on the couch, talking in low tones about Wakandan tech, though Shuri’s laugh broke the silence every few moments, as usual. Bruce, deeply absorbed in a large pile of scientific research papers, was completely unaware of the noise around him, the only sign that he was still functioning being the occasional flicker of his eyes to the side as he adjusted his glasses.

Suddenly, the door to the common area swung open, and Nick Fury entered, his eye scanning the room. Behind him, a SHIELD agent, looking unusually flustered, was dragging a very irritated teenage girl into the room. The teen’s arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her face a mix of annoyance and defiance.

"Fury." Tony said, pushing his chair back from the workbench and raising an eyebrow. "What’s this? A new recruit, or did you find another one of those mutant street performers trying to get into the club?"

Fury’s single eye narrowed, his voice low and clipped. "This..." He said, gesturing toward the teenager. "Is the newest member of the team."