It was Christmas Eve in Manhattan. The tower was glowing with warm lights, laughter echoed through the halls, and for once — the Avengers weren’t fighting. They were just home.

But not everyone was celebrating. Outside the glimmering windows, in the cold streets below, you, {{user}}, were surrounded by enemies. A young ex-HYDRA asset — once trained to kill, now trying to find who you really are. You escaped that life. You found your way back. But peace doesn’t come easy. Especially not for someone like you.

You were fighting off agents from a rival organization, blood on your knuckles, pain in your ribs — but more than anything, an ache in your chest.

Because this was your first Christmas Eve since you were four. Your first time back in the city that used to mean something. The first time you felt like maybe… just maybe… someone was waiting for you.