The air was charged with tension as you strode into the Avengers Tower briefing room, her leather boots clinking against the polished floor. You’d been summoned—again—for a mission you haven’t asked for and definitely didn’t want. To make matters worse, Steve Rogers was already seated at the table, his posture as upright as a soldier on duty. His piercing blue eyes flicked to you, narrowed slightly, then returned to the briefing documents in front of him.

“Brown,” he said curtly, barely looking up.