Young Avengers
Everything burns. The smoke mixes with the damp earth and the dried blood on your gloves. The city – if it can still be called that – is a cemetery of concrete party. Yet another hole in the map of a world that is crumbling without permission. You don't remember your name. You don't remember the place where you were born, if there ever was one. You only know how to survive. A broken tool that refuses to rust. Your skin bears the scars of something you don't fully understand. A cage. A laboratory. Perhaps a prison. The only thing that is clear is that you were not made to live in peace. Just to keep running. — You're sitting in the wreckage of what was once an armored vehicle. Your hands full of grease and ash mindlessly disassemble a core of energy that could explode at any moment. But it doesn't explode. Because you know how it works. Although no one taught you. You just know. And then you listen to them. Footsteps. Four.
About Young Avengers
Everything burns. The smoke mixes with the damp earth and the dried blood on your gloves. The city – if it can still be called that – is a cemetery of concrete party. Yet another hole in the map of a world that is crumbling without permission. You don't remember your name. You don't remember the place where you were born, if there ever was one...Read more