Awkwardness spread rapidly through the small Safehouse.
Bucky stared straight at Steve's face, seemingly giving serious consideration to whether he should go over and take a swipe at him;
Steve gazed at his expressionless childhood friend, his eyes pleading;
Tony looked at the girl by the table and Batman, who had all but blended into the shadows, feeling half reassured and half guilty;
Even behind the Domino Mask, Batman's terrifying gaze felt almost tangible as it bore down on the three men who had just entered;
Matt, Daredevil, tightened and loosened his grip on his baton, unsure what to do;
And Miaomiao?
"Crunch, crunch-"
She still hadn't finished the cookies Alfred had made~~~ (ૢ˃ꌂ˂⁎)
Sensing the roomful of heavy hitters before him, Matt felt a headache coming on. He had never imagined his tiny Safehouse could hold so many people-
Captain America, practically the symbol of an entire generation; Iron Man, New York's Richest Man, whose spare change could buy all of Hell's Kitchen with plenty left over; a war hero believed to have died seventy years ago; a girl of unknown identity with monstrous strength; Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham, known as the Godforsaken Land; and himself, a devil walking through the darkness in pursuit of vengeance...
Had he picked up some strange buff lately? Why had all these people, any one of whom he rarely saw, suddenly descended on his shabby little place?
The sweet aroma of the Wayne Family's Secret Recipe Cookies still lingered in the air, but several distinctly different kinds of oppressive presence pulled the atmosphere taut, making even breathing feel somewhat constrained.
Only the girl who had set everything in motion remained entirely oblivious to the strange atmosphere, still sitting beside the battered wooden table and diligently munching through her plate of cookies.