Hey Guys! I have decided to make an Avengers fic because the Avengers are AWESOME! WHOOP! ANyway, ON WITH THE STORY! Oh and PS, this is Bruce/ OC, if you didnt know(Which you probably do, so this is kind of pointless. Oh well)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers.
Fire is destruction. It is uncontrollable, and nobody can fully control it. I have the gift of fire. Psh, gift, as if you could even call it that. It is a curse, and the reason why over 50 people are dead because of me. But let's not dwell on that for now, it's far to serious, and I am NOT a Debbie Downer.
Ok,so I believe introductions are in order. Hi, my names Morana Dove, and I am a member of SHEILD. Age, 26. Looks, redhead and eyes the color of smoldering ash. Weight, none of your buisness. Clear? Good.
Ok, so right now things are VERY hectic at the SHEILD helacarrier(sp?). Why? Oh nothing, just a phycotic(sp. I can't spell today) god trying to take over the world, 5 SUPERHEROES coming to the helacarrier to fight him, one of those superheroes being able to tear this helacarrier apart if he get angry. No big, right?
But anyway, everyone is getting ready for their arrival, and I hope that they arrive soon, because if Agent Coulson asks me if I think that Captain America will sign his VINTAGE (special emphasis on vintage because he never lets ANYONE forget that fact) Captain America trading cards, I'm gonna punch Him so hard he will forget his own name. I've been doing my part too, I've been yelling at interns when they get my coffee wrong so they'll work harder.
ANYWAY( I say that alot), today is the day when Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, and Bruce Banner come to the hellacarrier ( I think I got it right that time!), accompanied by Natsha Romanoff, or the Balck Widow. Coulson spent all day yesterday cleaning his cards, so they'll be in tip top shape when his idol arrives.
As I was walking down the corridor leading to the main control center, I look out the window to see a light fluffy cloud that I wanted to reach out and touch (we were airborn at this point). I had always liked watching the clouds for some reason, they always gave me energy. And BECAUSE of this energy, I felt the strange urge to run to thecontrol room. And since I always follow my urges, I ran.
When I turned a sharp corner,about to enter thecontrol room, I ran smack dab into somebody, landing on my butt( thank god I was wearing shorts!).
"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I said,standing up, not looking the person I ran into. "I tend not to lookwear I'm going." I was about to offer the person my hand when a VERY familiar man's voice spoke.
"Morana?" I looked up and smiled cheekily at my childhood friend.
"Hey Tony."
Ssssooooo, what do you think? Constructive criticism is welcome, and I honestly couldn't care less if you flame. But anyway, I REALLY hoped that you guys liked it. Please comment and tell me what you think of it! I'll try to update soon!
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