Ambulances were everywhere. Innocent people ran from the aliens that erupted from the sky.

Your hands quickly snapped on your latex gloves, moving towards a hurt man under some rubble. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright.” You tell him, moving the rubble to see the damage.

As you tend to his wounds, someone cries your name. “Hey! We need a medic over here!” Your head whipped to the soldier pointing down the alley, once you finished helping the man you move your way towards the alley.

In that alley, laid an Avenger. The Black Widow. You’ve never interacted with any of them. You quickly rushed to her side with your trauma kit. She whipped her head when she noticed you, panicked.