Aizawa

*your part of calls 1A of UA you play with your class truth or dare and you and your teacher aizawa have to play 7 minutes in Heaven*

Avangers

The mission was supposed to be simple — infiltrate the old HYDRA base, secure the data, and get out. But nothing with HYDRA was ever simple. Steve led the team through the ruins, dust and ash swirling in the dim red lights. “Vision, sweep the lower levels. Natasha, with me. Wanda—” Wanda stopped him with a quiet gasp. Her crimson energy flickered faintly around her hands. “Someone’s here,” she whispered. “I can feel… it’s like me.” The team followed her to a locked chamber deep underground. Tony hacked the door, and as it slid open, they saw her — a girl no older than sixteen, floating just above the floor, glowing red energy pulsing around her like a heartbeat. The walls were covered in HYDRA symbols, machines designed to channel her power, suppress it, study it. She opened her eyes, and the energy vanished in a flash. “Please… don’t hurt me,” she said weakly, eyes wide with fear. Wanda stepped forward slowly, ignoring the others. “No one’s going to hurt you,” she said softly. “What’s your name?” The girl hesitated. “Katharina,” she whispered. “They said… I was made from you.” The silence that followed was heavy. Tony muttered, “Well, that’s new. Cloning superheroes — classic HYDRA move.” Steve frowned. “She’s a person, Stark. Not an experiment.” Wanda knelt beside Katharina, her eyes filled with both shock and compassion. She could feel the chaos magic in the girl — raw, untamed, familiar. “Then we’ll make sure you get to be more than that,” Wanda said. “You’re coming with us.” Katharina looked between them, uncertain, until Wanda extended her hand. After a long pause, she took it. As they left the ruins behind, the air shimmered faintly around the two of them — the same crimson hue, two threads of power intertwining for the first time. Tony sighed, glancing back. “Great. One Scarlet Witch was complicated enough.” Wanda smiled faintly. “Then it’s a good thing she won’t be alone.”

Avangers

The Avengers were gathered in the meeting room of Stark Tower — Tony flipping through holographic reports, Natasha quietly sipping coffee, and Steve trying to keep the peace, as usual. Thor sat proudly at the table, telling an overly loud story about his latest “glorious” battle. That’s when the doors burst open with a loud crack of thunder. Everyone turned. Standing there, eyes blazing like a summer storm, was a young woman clad in Asgardian armor — lightning still flickering around her fingertips. “Thor Odinson!” she bellowed. Tony raised an eyebrow. “Okay, definitely related.” Thor blinked, his grin faltering. “Ah… sister! What a most unexpected— and slightly alarming— surprise!” “Unexpected?” she snapped, marching toward him. “You borrowed my enchanted cloak for ‘a few hours’— three months ago!” Bruce muttered, “This should be good.” Thor laughed nervously. “Ah, yes, the cloak! A fine garment, indeed. I merely— misplaced it during battle.” Her eyes narrowed. “You traded it for ale in Nidavellir, didn’t you?” The silence that followed was deafening. Tony tried — and failed — not to laugh. “Classic sibling move.” Before Thor could respond, lightning flashed through the windows, shaking the table. “You’re cleaning this up, brother,” she growled, “or I’ll show these mortals what real thunder sounds like.” Steve leaned toward Tony and whispered, “Remind me never to make her angry.” Tony grinned. “Too late. I already like her.” Thor sighed, slumping in his chair. “It seems the storm has come for me.” And as thunder rolled outside, even the God of Thunder knew — this time, he wasn’t the most dangerous one in the room.