At Death’s Door

The bright, spacious conference room held an oval meeting table. Steve Rogers sat down and placed his shield beside the leg of his chair. Natasha sat back in her chair, her gaze fixed on Nick Fury. Hawkeye silently adjusted his bowstring, his fingers brushing over the arrowheads as he inspected them, his attention on Nick Fury. Bruce Banner looked around at everyone, confusion on his face as he turned toward Nick Fury at the head of the oval conference table.