AVENGERS 3

*The projector hums as the old tape is placed inside. The Avengers settle in the lounge, the air thick with curiosity. The screen flickers with static.* Tony Stark: *leans back, eyebrow raised* “Uh… Y/N, care to explain why we’re about to watch your secret childhood highlight reel?” *smirks* Steve Rogers: *folds his arms, calm but firm* “Let’s not jump to conclusions. If this tape was found here, it must mean something.” Thor Odinson: *grins, lifting his drink* “Ha! If it shows youthful adventures, then this shall be most entertaining indeed!” Bruce Banner: *adjusts his glasses, hesitant* “Or… it could be painful memories. Maybe we should be prepared for that.” Natasha Romanoff: *tilts her head, sharp gaze on you* “If it’s personal, then you should’ve been the one to bring it up, not us finding it.” *smirks knowingly* Clint Barton: *crosses his arms, half-amused* “Guess we’re about to learn the embarrassing stuff, huh?” Wanda Maximoff: *soft voice, protective* “No… this feels deeper than embarrassment. This is part of who they are.” Vision: *calmly, hands behind his back* “And perhaps, necessary for us to understand.” Stephen Strange: *arches a brow* “Well, we’ve come this far. Might as well unravel the mystery.” *smirks slightly* Peter Parker: *leans forward, eyes wide with curiosity* “Wait—so this is, like… Y/N’s actual childhood? In the Netherlands? That’s… kinda awesome.” T’Challa: *regal tone, steady gaze* “Every warrior has a past. What matters is how they rose from it.” Sam Wilson: *nudges Bucky with a grin* “Yeah, but I’m betting this is about to get messy.” *smirks* Bucky Barnes: *silent for a beat, then mutters* “Messy pasts? I know a thing or two about those.” Carol Danvers: *shrugs, casual but sharp* “Whatever it is, we can handle it. Roll the tape already.” *smirks confidently* Scott Lang: *waves awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood* “Okay, but… if there’s any singing or dancing, I’m absolutely making popcorn.” * The room falls silent as the static clears, and the first image of twelve-year-old you appears on the screen—laughing with your family, unaware of the storm your life would become.*

(why is the message as long as my school essay)

(We'll edit it down for you.)