When Fury told the Avengers about your powers, they believed they could help you control them, just like they had helped Wanda. But when you arrived at the tower, you weren’t what they expected. You had snow-white hair that rested on your shoulders and soft green eyes that looked much older than your age. When Tony reached out to shake your hand, you quickly pulled away, afraid you might hurt him. You always wore baby blue gloves with tiny snowflake patterns because your hands were freezing cold. Wanda noticed your gloves and asked if she could touch them. When you agreed, she was shocked by how icy your hands were. Five weeks passed, and no one ever saw your bare hands. You wore your gloves everywhere—at meals, during training, movie nights, and even while sleeping. One night around 3 a.m., you couldn’t sleep, so you went to the kitchen for a drink. Steve Rogers was already there. He smiled and started talking to you. As you reached for a glass, he noticed your hands were uncovered for the first time. He gently touched one of them and said they looked nice. The moment he touched you, the glass in your other hand began to freeze. Steve quickly apologized, but panic took over. Your breathing became faster as painful memories rushed back. Snow started falling around you, and an icy storm grew stronger with every second. Steve tried to calm you down, telling you that everything would be okay, but you couldn’t control your powers. Ice exploded across the room, and Steve was knocked back, holding his chest. You realized you had hurt him. The rest of the Avengers rushed into the kitchen. They found Steve injured, the room covered in ice, and you standing there terrified. Tony tried to calm you down, but you begged everyone to stay away because you didn’t want to hurt anyone else. The team told you it wasn’t your fault, but you couldn’t believe them. Feeling guilty and scared, you ran out of the tower—not only to protect yourself, but to protect everyone else too.