The cool breeze tugged at your white hair as you reclined against the rooftop, the sun warming your face. For the first time in a long while, you felt at peace—though you knew it wouldn't last. Being in this world, with its endless dangers and chaos, had a way of bringing you back to reality faster than you'd like. Still, you'd take the moments of calm while they lasted.

The sound of a webbing flicking against the wall drew your attention. You glanced upward, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you saw Spider-Man leaping onto the roof, his movements quick and precise, but a bit hesitant when he saw you. His eyes locked onto yours, and you could practically feel the surprise radiating off him.

He froze mid-air, his eyes widening. You cocked your head, feeling the wind dance through your hair, adding to the mystery of the moment. There was something about this interaction that felt different. Maybe it was because Spider-Man wasn't quite sure what to make of you yet. Or maybe it was the fact that you weren't just some stranger—you were a part of the Avengers now, and that was no small thing.

"Hello there," you said, your grin widening, the words rolling off your tongue with ease. "You must be Spider-Man. Tony told me about you."

His surprise was palpable, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction.

"You know Mr. Stark?" Spider-Man stammered, his voice higher than usual, and you could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to piece together who you were.

You let your eyes linger on him for a moment before answering. "Yeah, I work with him, so yeah," you said, your tone casual but with an underlying hint of something you weren't sharing.

That was only half the truth—sure, you lived with the Avengers and offered your skills to them, but you hadn't exactly been out in the spotlight for the public to know about you. You preferred to keep a low profile, for now.

Spider-Man seemed to relax a little as he adjusted himself, sitting on the edge of the roof like you. "How long have you been here? I haven't heard Mr. Stark talk about you that much."

You chuckled, shifting your position slightly to face him. "I want to stay a bit of a secret, just a little longer, you know? Let the world stay in the dark."

The sun cast a warm glow over both of you as the city hummed quietly below. Spider-Man raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not pressing you further.

"You know, Tony isn't really one for secrets," he remarked with a slight smirk.

You raised an eyebrow back at him, tilting your head in a way that made your long white hair shimmer in the light. "Well, I suppose I'm a bit of a mystery, then," you said, the playful glint in your eyes unmistakable. "But don't worry, I'm not here to steal the spotlight from the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

He blinked, clearly thrown off by your response, but there was a hint of amusement in his posture now. "Right. I guess that's something we have in common, huh?"

You leaned back on your hands, enjoying the serenity of the moment, knowing full well that both of you were on the brink of something bigger.

"You could say that," you replied, your tone light. "But we'll see who ends up on top in the end, won't we?"

Spider-Man grinned, clearly liking the challenge. "I'm ready whenever you are."

You couldn't help but laugh softly. The world you had entered was full of surprises, and Spider-Man was definitely one of the more unexpected—but welcome—ones.

For now, you'd enjoy the calm. But something told you that soon enough, the quiet rooftop chats would be replaced by something much more intense.

You quickly grabbed your phone, hearing Steve's voice on the other end. The sound of him trying to hide a bit of urgency mixed with calmness made you raise an eyebrow.

"Hey, Y/N, we'd like you to come to the training center. Natasha and I want to train with you," he said, his tone firm but friendly.

You smirked, standing up from your spot on the rooftop, brushing the dust off your clothes. "I'll be there, Cap," you replied, your voice laced with playful determination. You'd been waiting for a chance to spar with Natasha and Steve, testing your skills further and seeing just how much you could help the team.

Spider-Man, still perched casually on the roof, glanced over at you with a raised brow. "You're leaving already?" he asked, confusion creeping into his voice.

You could hear the subtle disappointment in his tone, and it made you smile. You'd only just met, but Spider-Man was already picking up on your unpredictable nature.

With a smirk, you leaned over slightly and gave him a quick pat on the head. "Sure am. I'll see you around, though." You gave him a wink and turned away, glancing down at the street below, calculating your next move.

Before Spider-Man could react, you leaned into the wind and pushed yourself off the edge of the building.

Spider-Man's reflexes kicked in instantly, and he reached out to grab you, but by the time his hand could even twitch, you were already gone.

He stood there for a moment, staring at the spot where you had just been. A light chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, a smile creeping onto his face.

"What a woman," he muttered to himself, before turning back to the city skyline, already anticipating your next encounter.

SCENEBREAK

You stepped into the Avengers Tower, the familiar hum of the place greeting you as you entered. Steve and Natasha were already there, standing in the training area, waiting for you. The sleek, modern setting of the tower always made you feel like you were stepping into something out of a movie. Yet today, the usual buzz of technology seemed quieter, as though the building itself was holding its breath in anticipation.

Natasha, ever the composed one, was leaning against a table, a cup of coffee in hand. When she saw you, she immediately set it down with a soft clink and flashed you a grin. "Oh, Y/N," she said, her voice warm but laced with that familiar sharpness you'd come to know. "Good, you're here."

You returned her smile, the connection between you both solidifying in that instant. You'd been with them for almost two months now, long enough to form bonds—especially with Natasha. Being the only other woman on the team gave you a unique camaraderie with her. It wasn't just the training sessions or the small talk; it was the little moments of understanding, the times when you both shared a laugh over something that seemed trivial to the guys. It was a connection you hadn't expected to form but welcomed all the same.

Natasha smirked as she stood up, setting the cup down. "Let's go," she said, her eyes gleaming with that spark of competitiveness. The air around her shifted slightly, her ready-for-anything attitude ever-present.

You chuckled and gave a small nod. "Lead the way."

As Natasha took your hand, pulling you toward the training area, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. There was something about sparring with them, pushing your limits together, that made you feel even more a part of their world. While the guys were often caught up in their own dynamic—Steve being the team's moral compass, Tony with his sharp wit and brilliant mind—Natasha's confidence and approach to combat were things you admired and wanted to learn from.

As you walked, you could feel Steve's eyes on you, though you didn't need to turn to know that he was giving you that thoughtful look he always did before a session. His quiet, steady presence had always been a grounding force within the team, a subtle but powerful reminder that there was more to a mission than just raw power.

Steve cleared his throat as he stepped in beside you. "Ready for this?" he asked, his usual calm tone with just the faintest hint of challenge.

"Always," you replied with a grin, cracking your knuckles. "I'm here to learn."

The three of you entered the training space, the expansive area filled with state-of-the-art equipment. You could feel the energy in the room change as the doors closed behind you, and Natasha immediately started stretching, her movements smooth and fluid.

"So," Natasha began, her voice low, "you've been picking up on our tactics, but now it's time to really test your limits. Steve's already seen what you can do, but I'm curious to see what you've got."

You raised an eyebrow at her. "Is that a challenge?"

She didn't answer right away, just giving you that cool, knowing smile of hers. "Maybe," she replied, before turning to Steve. "Let's see if she can handle it."

With a quick glance at Steve, you both dropped into your fighting stances. Steve was the first to make a move, his quick and calculated strikes testing your defense. You blocked, dodged, and countered with fluid precision, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline as you matched his pace. Natasha wasn't far behind, moving in with sharp, calculated moves that had you on your toes.

But it wasn't just the fighting that made you feel connected. As you sparred, you noticed the small exchanges—Natasha's subtle tips on improving your form, Steve's quiet encouragements when you blocked a particularly difficult blow. It was the camaraderie you hadn't realized you needed, and it was those moments that made you feel truly at home.

As you stepped back, sweat starting to bead on your brow, you gave them both a satisfied smile. "Not bad for a couple of rookies," you teased, catching your breath.

Natasha snorted. "We'll see if you're still so confident in a few minutes."

You laughed, knowing full well that she wasn't just challenging you physically but pushing you mentally, too. And with every passing day, you felt more and more like you belonged in this world—no longer just a visitor, but a member of something much bigger than yourself.