A/N: Whassup, team! I hope your summers have been GREAT so far!

So. . . do you remember, like, five months ago when I said I wasn't going to write a sequel to this story?

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Yeeeaaaah.

As it turns out, I am.

I swear, I was not planning on this at all. I wasn't trying to be all secretive and mysterious and pull a sneaky on ya – I just genuinely wasn't planning on writing any more to this storyline. I was so satisfied where NWTS had ended that I didn't think the story needed to go anywhere else. However, as time went on (and in the aftermath of Endgame), some new ideas started to formulate, and then some really awesome new ideas started to formulate, and basically, I just couldn't contain them any more. I want to share the next stage of this story with you all. And my dudes, I. Am. PUMPED! I've been working tirelessly on the new story since April/May, and I have to say, I absolutely adore it. I really, really do, and I hope you guys will too.

So, without any further ado, ladies and gentlemen of the Internet, I present to you my newest story – You're An Avenger Now, a sequel to Nothing Without This Suit!

(And what better time to post than on Peter Parker's canonical birthday, August 10th?)

Now, in order to comply with FanFiction guidelines (because you're not supposed to post chapters comprised purely of author's notes) and also just because I flat-out want to, I'm going to include an excerpt from the first chapter here. Please enjoy it! Let me know what you think! And I'll begin posting the actual story very soon! Hope to see you guys there! :)

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"THE FREEZER"

SECURE SHIELD HOLDING FACILITY

Location: [Redacted]

ONE WEEK AFTER TONY'S SNAP

Helicopter blades thumped in the air, slicing through the eerie silence of night. Miles of black, barren land whizzed beneath the aircraft as it flew for its destination.

Inside, the helicopter was dark and relatively quiet, the noise of the blades muffled by its thick bulletproof shell.

Nick Fury sat in the back, studying a holographic image on a tablet in his lap. Maria Hill sat across from him. She, too, held a tablet, quickly skimming through details about the Freezer.

She spoke first. "Freezer's been having a multitude of problems since the Snap – system failures, computer errors, complete power grid shutdowns –" She shook her head, pursing her lips.

"One disaster follows another." With a weary sigh, Fury set his tablet down and ran a hand over his eyes. "Five years is a hell of a long time to have been away, Miz Hill."

She looked up and flashed him a wry smile. "Welcome back to Earth, Director."

With SHIELD running point on a large percentage of the problems popping up all over the globe in the wake of Banner's restorative Snap, there hadn't been much good news along the way. Even working alongside multiple national governments, SHIELD's workload ahead was massive. Families had been separated. Tourists were misplaced. The sheer number of missing persons reports was overwhelming.

At the top of SHIELD's priority list right now, however, was something else altogether – a check on the Freezer, a housing facility for some of the most dangerous cons in SHIELD custody.

The pilot spoke quietly into his headset. "Freezer, this is Eagle 1. We are approaching, you may show yourself."

Almost immediately, lights snapped on below them. The earth below them was thrown into sharp, artificial light, exposing a wide white building that had been invisible a moment ago. More slowly, a landing pad opened up below them, previously hidden by mirrored panels. Little white lights blinked along its perimeter.

"Approaching landing zone," the pilot called back to Hill and Fury.

Fury straightened in his seat and re-tightened his seatbelt, and Hill did the same, setting her tablet down on the seat next to her.

"You are clear, Eagle 1."

"Descending."

The helicopter glinted in the white light as it swerved downwards, settling lightly onto the landing pad.

Nick Fury stepped out of the helicopter, the blades whipping up the tails of his coat. He and Hill strode for the Freezer itself – a low, heavy building, solidly built, starkly alit with stadium LEDs. A solid white brick from the inside out.

An agent stood waiting for them just outside the building.

"Give me good news," Fury shouted as a greeting as they approached the agent.

The man standing in front of him looked grim. "Sorry, Director."

Fury hadn't been expecting much else. "Alright then, how bad is it?"

"Empty House, sir," the agent replied.

Hill's expression didn't change, but Fury heaved out a sigh, his breath leaving a trailing cloud in the cold air. "Damn," he muttered under his breath.

HEL had escaped.