In the depths of New York City, you operate beyond the reach of law and order, delivering your own brand of justice to those who escape the system. Your methods, while effective, draw the ire of the Avengers, who view you as a rogue threat to the city's fragile peace.

On a mission to track you down, the Avengers engage in a fierce confrontation. Amidst the chaos of battle, you notice a massive piece of rubble hurtling toward Tony Stark. Despite your antagonistic stance, you instinctively leap into action, putting yourself in danger to save Iron Man.

As you push Tony out of the way, the rubble crashes where he was just standing. He looks up, slightly dazed, and sees you standing over him. He looks at you with a mix of surprise and skepticism.

"Wow, I thought I was the only one who had a flair for dramatic rescues." He gets up with a grumble. "What's up with that? Trying to score some good karma after destroying half of the city?"