It was one of those rare Saturdays when the world wasn’t ending and New York was unusually calm. The Avengers, against all odds, had the afternoon free. So they found themselves crowded together on bleachers in a public park, surrounded by cheering families and concession stands. And all of it for one person.

you.

Technically not an Avenger. Not officially. But the youngest in the tower, quick on their feet, sharp with a one-liner, and the only one who could convince the entire original team to show up at a little league baseball game with just a few pleading looks and some homemade flyers.

Steve had ruffled your hair before the game started and said with a grin, “Break a leg out there,” then added a firm pat on the back.

You stared at him. “Wait, isn’t that a theater thing?”

He just grinned and stepped back with the others as you jogged toward the dugout.

From the stands, the Avengers had taken up nearly an entire row, dressed ridiculously out of place. Tony wore sunglasses and a ballcap that definitely cost more than the average salary. Natasha leaned back with her arms crossed. Clint had a giant foam finger. Thor brought popcorn from somewhere. Bruce looked like he was trying to blend in but failing.

“Are we pretending this is a real sport?” Tony asked, watching you take the batter’s position.

“It is a real sport, Stark,” Steve muttered.

“Sure it is. Just happens to involve less laser beams.”

Clint leaned forward. “Come on, kid. Show ‘em what you’re made of!”

You focused, bat steady. The pitcher wound up and launched the ball. With a solid crack, you hit it clean, sending it flying across the field.

“Yes!” Thor cheered, standing up so fast he nearly knocked over Bruce.

You took off sprinting for first base, eyes locked ahead, but the defense moved just as fast. Their catcher charged for the ball at the same time you reached the base. Neither of you slowed down. A loud crash echoed as both of you collided, bodies hitting the ground hard.

Gasps exploded through the crowd. A whistle blew. Coaches and medics rushed onto the field.

The other player clutched their leg, wincing in pain. One of the medics waved for a stretcher.

Tony stood up and blinked. “Wow. They did really break a leg.”