"I can't BELIEVE THIS!" A rageful yell pierces the air causing all conversations to hush mid-sentence.
Eyes turn towards the source of interruption. And there, before them, stood a seething Natasha.
The color of her red locks were no match for the fire that were blazing within her eyes. 
Steve, ever the voice of security, gaze search hers. "What's wrong Nat?"
Natasha crossed her arms. "Have any of you guys noticed anything weird happening lately?"
"Uh..." Peter awkwardly raised his hand almost as if for asking permission to speak. "Actually now that you mention it...people have been asking for pictures with me more than usual."
Her lips press tightly together. "Exactly."
Tension crackled in the room as the rest exchanged looks of confusion.
Tony groaned, leaning his head back with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "PR issues? What's new?"
Natasha doesn't spare him a glance.  Instead she turned to face the ceiling.  "FRIDAY. Pull up the video."
"Right away Agent Romanoff" the AI responded as the room's lighting dimmed.
The movie setup on the large screen disappeared, replaced by a polished brightly colored advertisement.
Serene music played as heroic shots of the Avengers in action appeared: Tony soaring through the sky in his Iron Man suit, Steve deflecting a hail of bullets with his shield, Thor summoning thunder and the others saving civilians—all framed with flawless cinematic glory.
A voiceover, warm and honeyed, filled room. "The Avengers: Earth's mightiest heroes, defenders of humanity."
Tony leaned back and sighed in a mix of irritation and smugness. "A fan-made promo? Really Nat?"
The corners of Steve's mouth quirked up in polite agreement, his eyes soft with an almost paternal pride. "It looks positive so far. Is there something we're missing?"
"Just watch." Natasha hisses, her expression still tense.
"But what happens when the protectors become the cause of destruction?"
The serene music cuts off abruptly—replaced by a hollow somber chord. The visuals were no longer heroic, no longer triumphant.
Instead footage showed of crumbling buildings, shattered streets, smoke billowing into a gray sky as civilians looked on in shock and despair.
A ripple of unease went through the team, some recognizing a few scenes from their latest mission. 
Tony sat up straighter. "What the hell is this?!" he snarls, clearly unamused.
The montage continued; the aftermath of battles, people sifting through debris, the sound of distant sirens before the camera cut to a series of sidewalk interviews.
A man in a dark suit appeared—his expression stoic. "I watched the Hulk throw my car at a villain...and miss."
Bruce shoulders hunched as a grimace flickered across his face.
Another clip showed a driver next to a half-destroyed Sedan, gesturing to it wildly "Captain America used my door as a shield. Now how da HELL am I supposed to drive this to work?!" 
Another shot showed an older woman wearing a pink fuzzy robe with slippers to match. "Five times...FIVE TIMES that lanky ass spider boy done come and tore up the block. This week alone! I finally paid off my car and now look at it!" Her lips curled as she took another sip from her glass of red wine.