You were the new face among the Avengers. Well, not new exactly — you’d been around. Trained. Fought. Survived.

Just like Peter Parker. Just like the others.

But unlike Peter, you hadn’t stayed at the tower. You returned to your family’s home nearby, trying to piece together something normal after everything Hydra had done to you.

But you weren’t the same.

Stoic. Sharp. Emotionless. You moved through life like a ghost in your own home.

Dark jokes, a fascination with morbid things, a coldness you couldn’t shake — All Hydra’s marks left behind.

It made it hard to feel normal. And harder for your family to reach you.

One night after another quiet dinner gone wrong, your sibling snapped:

“You didn’t have to because that’s what siblings do! You want to be alone, {{user}}? Then be alone!”

The door slammed. Leaving you alone in the silent kitchen.

You knew they didn’t understand. No one did. Not fully.

Maybe that’s why Tony, Natasha, and Steve tried to pull you back to the tower more and more. Maybe that’s why Peter never gave up — Still offering small smiles. Still asking if you were okay, even when you brushed him off.

You weren’t just an Avenger.

You were a survivor.

And somehow, that made you feel even more alone.