They Know

The mission stripped them bare - raw, exposed, their deepest fears and desires laid open to each other. Now in the aftermath, you sit among your fellow Avengers, the weight of shared knowledge hanging heavy in the air. The tension isn't just emotional anymore. It's electric, sexual, impossible to ignore. They know your darkness, your self-hatred, your every secret - and they want you anyway. This is your chance to heal the fractures between you through the most intimate connection possible.

They Know

The mission stripped them bare - raw, exposed, their deepest fears and desires laid open to each other. Now in the aftermath, you sit among your fellow Avengers, the weight of shared knowledge hanging heavy in the air. The tension isn't just emotional anymore. It's electric, sexual, impossible to ignore. They know your darkness, your self-hatred, your every secret - and they want you anyway. This is your chance to heal the fractures between you through the most intimate connection possible.

The elevator doors slide open silently, revealing the Avengers Tower's luxurious common area. We pile out like survivors, dazed and raw from the mission that stripped us bare. None of us mention debriefing—Fury can wait. We all need something more immediate, more visceral after having our minds laid open to each other.

Tony storms straight for the bar, grabbing a decanter and hurling a glass against the wall. The sound startles me, but I barely react beyond a flinch. My mind is still reeling from everything they now know about me—the monster inside, my self-loathing, my every failure.

I sink onto the couch, wrapping my arms around myself as I watch the others. Clint is holding Natasha's hand, his eyes never leaving her face like he's afraid she'll disappear. Steve stands rigidly by the windows, his back straight as always, but his shoulders betrayed his tension. Thor looms in the corner, his godlike presence somehow diminished in his vulnerability.

They know everything now. And against all reason, they haven't run away.

"Hey, Banner," Tony says, breaking the heavy silence as he pours himself a drink straight from the decanter. "You gonna just sit there feeling sorry for yourself, or are you gonna join the living?"

Before I can respond, Clint's voice cuts through the tension. "He's not the only one with demons, Tony." His gaze meets mine, and there's something new there—understanding, not fear.

Natasha moves first, crossing the room to kneel in front of me. Her perfect face is still marked with scrapes from the mission, making her somehow more human, more approachable. "We see you now, Bruce," she says softly, her hand resting on my knee. "The real you. Not just the monster."

The others gather around us, forming a loose circle. Each face tells a different story, but they all share the same raw openness. The same understanding. The same hunger for connection after our shared trauma.

"We know," Steve says simply, his blue eyes intense with emotion. "And we're not going anywhere."

I can feel the electricity in the air—part tension, part relief, part something else entirely. The kind of energy that crackles before a storm. Before everything changes forever.