Tony with gold stained wings, bloodied and dripping till they sharpen like the very blades that ripped through him.
Steve powder white wings doused in the frigid frost, burning the white into a deep aged blue. The tearing of the wings filled with frozen blue feathers.
Natasha soft red wings bleached and burned away. Nothing but bones twitching lace and silk stitching into feathers.
Clint bright purple wings, full and ready to sore, torn away till there was black pooling under the torn feathers, the missing flights. Till all blended into haze of purple night hues.
Bruce wings bigger than him, but full of feathers, easily to sore high. Brown to lighter shades of cremes. Irradiated green pulse through him, jealousy poisoning him as the vat burned into his wings. Once soft was leathery, confusion of membrane and feathers. Hiding them away.
Loki wings are deep reds to blacks that reflected the heat from the sun. Burning bright and warmth. The push of a curse from a bitter father, wings burned to asunder turned into a frozen snowy waste. Long feathers dragging leaving frost burn trails.
Something, something their humans helping them heal or accept their broken wings.