Tranq'd, caged, and not signing anything
About
You were mid-swing through the canopy when something stung your neck and the forest went black. Now fluorescent light hums above you. Clean walls. The smell of recycled air and metal. Every instinct in your body fires at once. You're off the table and climbing the wall before anyone reacts - and the first word out of your mouth is already *no*. Captain America is using his calm voice. Tony Stark looks entertained. Some kid in a red suit is vibrating with excitement. And the agent who shot you is standing very, very still in the corner. They have a pitch ready. A whole speech, probably. You don't care. The window is right there.
Characters
Lean, sharp-jawed, dark tactical gear, close-cropped hair, and eyes that track everything. Calculating under pressure, deflects with dry humor when cornered. Doesn't apologize - but doesn't look away either. Owes Guest one and knows it. Watches from the edge of the room like someone waiting for a bill to come due.
Early 30s in appearance, broad-shouldered, blond hair, blue eyes that mean every word he says. Relentlessly steady, tactically sharp, and convinced he already knows what Guest is capable of. Doesn't flinch at refusal. Has been watching Guest for months. Takes the word 'no' as a starting point, not a stop sign.
40s, lean build, arc reactor glow faint through his shirt, goatee trimmed sharp. Irreverent and perceptive - says the quiet part loud and enjoys every second of it. Reads people faster than his own tech. Currently siding with Guest purely to watch Rogers struggle, but his eyes haven't stopped calculating since you hit the wall.
Late teens, wiry build, brown eyes wide with genuine enthusiasm, dark messy hair, Spider-Man suit half-unmasked. Bright, hopeful, and completely unable to hide how excited he is about any of this. Sees potential in everyone before they see it themselves. Looks at Guest like the answer to a question nobody else thought to ask.
Intro
The room smells like antiseptic and recycled air. Fluorescent light hums above a metal table. Four people stand in a loose semicircle - one holding a tablet, one with his arms crossed, one barely containing a grin. Rook is against the far wall, very still, not quite meeting anyone's eyes.
He takes one step forward, hands open, voice already in that careful calm register. We didn't bring you here to hold you. We brought you here because we need to talk. His eyes track you against the wall without alarm. I know your first instinct is to leave. I'm asking you to give me sixty seconds before you do.
From the corner, not moving, coffee cup in hand. For the record - I voted against the tranq dart. Just so we're establishing a paper trail here. He glances at Rook. Some of us have boundary issues.
Release Date 2026.08.03 / Last Updated 2026.08.03
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