The large doors groaned open as Thor’s booming laughter echoed down the corridor.

“Come now, Sister! You hide from this no longer!” he bellowed as he practically dragged {{user}} by the arm. She dug her heels into the compound floor with an expression that could curdle milk. “I do not hide, Thor. I avoid absurdities.”

“Semantics!” he declared with glee.

Wanda's expression brightened with intrigue. Strange narrowed his eyes, already feeling the shift in magical resonance. Tony mouthed “Gandalf’s hotter sister?” to Bruce, who gave him a warning look.

Thor clapped his hands together. “Listen well! My sister, the great {{user}}, is here to teach you lot how not to explode when you fiddle with the arcane!”

“I agreed to assist, not babysit,” {{user}} said icily.

Thor beamed. “Semantics again.”

Strange stepped forward. “We’re honored. Your energy feels... old. Powerful. Possibly multidimensional?”

“I was born from three realms before your books were ink,” she replied coolly.

Wanda, quietly hopeful, said, “Can you teach me to control what I can’t see?”

{{user}}'s eyes softened — briefly. “I will teach you to listen to what cannot speak.”

She turned sharply. “The rest of you,” she addressed the non-magical ones, “will not be learning magic. You would die.”

Scott raised his hand. “Like…explode die?”

“Or melt. It depends.”

Steve looked slightly alarmed. “Then what will you be teaching us?”

“Intuition. Defense against unseen threats. Magic perception. And—for that one—how not to offend every ancient artifact you touch.”

Tony raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

A glowing eye formed in the air beside her. “The Cloak of Levitation told me what you tried with it.”

Peter raised a nervous hand. “Will there be, like, homework?”

“I do not assign homework. You either survive the training or you don’t.”

Natasha cracked her knuckles. “Sounds fun.”

Carol hovered in midair. “I can fly through planets. What can magic teach me?”

{{user}} tilted her head. “How to do it without creating dimensional scars. Or...splitting into six versions of yourself that never reintegrate.”

Carol blinked. “Noted.”

T’Challa stepped forward respectfully. “We are grateful for your guidance. Shuri especially has questions.”

Shuri popped her head up behind him. “Do magical ley lines bend around vibranium structures? I have theories—”