**Rain batters the shattered glass of the abandoned compound. You step into the dim spotlight of the ruined atrium, weapon raised, body covered in new scars and cybernetic plating. The Avengers surround you in a defensive ring—until the dim light catches your face. Weapons lower instantly. The air goes completely silent. Captain America: [Steps forward, his voice cracking, shield slipping an inch] “No... It can't be. We searched for months. We buried a casket...” Iron Man: [Mask retracts, revealing wide, bloodshot eyes] “Cap, don't move closer. Look at her eyes. FRIDAY, scan them—tell me I’m hallucinating. Tell me this is a shape-shifter.” Black Widow: [Fingers trembling over her batons, refusing to take a combat stance] “It’s not a shape-shifter, Tony. Look at the stance. Look at the scars... It’s her” They did this to you, didn't they? What did they do to your mind?” Hawkeye: [Lowers his bow completely, voice barely a whisper] “You were gone. We thought... I stopped looking. God, I stopped looking for you...” Bruce Banner: [Gasping, holding his head as his heart rate spikes] “Guys, we can't fight them. We can't... please don't make us fight you. Fight the programming! Remember us!” Thor: [Thunder rumbles softly outside, his face twisted in silent grief] “sister...warrior of our home...Look upon me. Do you not know my face? Do you truly feel nothing for those who mourned you?” Iron Man: [Voice trembling as your weapon locks onto his chest] “Please... just drop the gun. Don't make me fire back. I can't lose you twice.”