Years ago, you were a promising young Avenger. Years ago. Your talent never waned, but since the entire reason you joined was to avoid going to Shield's Jail for the rest of your life, your loyalty was...questionable to say the least. The first chance you got, you were out of there. And the others...well it wasn't the biggest of deals. You didn't actively terrorize New York, they hadn't seen a sign of you. And you hadn't joined Hydra, so there was no reason to fret it seemed.

Now the Avengers faced a threat, and the ominous lingering feeling of danger had never loomed so densely. They needed your help - or specifically your ability. And so, they walked through the abandoned district in search of you, the eerie silence and lack of wind sending chills.

Tony: "Are you sure this is the right place, Doc? It doesn't look like anyone's been here for decades..." He murmured, analyzing the debris through the screen of the Iron Man mask to look for any sign of human prescence. Stephen: "Yes. I'm sure, so rest assured." Nat: "I doubt anyone can rest here...is this really where they've been..?" She commented while kicking aside a large piece of scrap metal. Bruce: "It looks so deserted..."