Hello! Welcome to Renegade, aka the story that I have been playing around with for a month that couldn't think of a name for. Seriously, if anyone has got a different name throw it at me and I'll fix the cover.
This first chapter features a very minor, in my opinion, crossover with Umbrella Academy. There are references to these characters, however there are no major conversations or character interactions. There will be references to Supernatural and possibly Lucifer, but again there is nothing major. I'm very partial with putting stories in crossover sections for a single chapter, for many reasons, so unless I have a very good reason this story will remain in the Marvel Category.
This story does not follow the MCU timeline to a T and is slightly AU-ish due to that. Some characters may be ooc and if some are way too ooc I'll come back later and edit things up. Some characters are harder to write than others for me, so if you, the reader, has some tips or suggestions for any character feel free to comment or shoot me a PM.
This story is rated M for heavy swearing, sexual situations, and in battle scenes there may be some gore.
I do not own anything except for my OC and any other OCs I may introduce down the line. Any music mentioned also isn't mine. The picture also isn't mine.
Now if you read through all that, I applaud you and thank you. You may now proceed.
Chapter 1 - It's a Long Story.
In order to make a long story short, Angels exist and are bastards. The type of bastards to make bad choices like banishing a chick for refusing an order, this chick, and forcing her into a human body. Well...sort of human, I'll explain that later. I am one of these bastards, only I don't share my brethren's hatred of the humans. The kids grew on me like black mold, thanks Reggie, and now instead of wanting to kill them all in their sleep I helped them escape the apocalypse. There was just one fucking problem.
The kids were all teenagers again and she did NOT want to deal the whole period shit again. The two girls freaked the hell out when that happened and Reggie told her to help them. Her age didn't appear to change, must have been the angel immortality thing, then again she didn't keep track of her age after eighteen.
Upon inspecting her surroundings, she found that the kids had somehow landed in a facility of some sort, Or maybe we were transported here… She thought, testing the restraints that were on her wrists. They were chained to something, a wall most likely, and she felt a set of strange contraptions on her wings. The contraptions didn't allow her to stretch her wings or move them.
They had changed her outfit at some point and she was wearing a black sleeveless wide-leg jumper and bandages covered her arms. Not like she needed the bandages or anything, it did show they wanted her alive and well.
"Really?" She grumbled, bothered by the contraptions and the fact they took her clothes, "The idiots who did this are gonna get an ass-whooping." She looked around her cell, pushing a blonde lock of hair behind her ear.
The floor was white, the walls were white, the ceiling was white, everything was white! It was like being back in the office in the sky. She could see the hallway that her cell was darker and that the walls were all covered in metal panels. She stretched her neck and saw that a lone guard was in front of her cell, he was armed but that wasn't such a big deal in her book.
Her blue eyes suddenly glowed and with a grunt, she was able to break the chains that held her to the wall.
This feat would probably end up getting her in trouble.
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A group of individuals sat around a large table in what could only be a meeting room. At the head of the table was none other then the head of SHIELD Nick Fury in all of his grumpy glory.
The individuals sitting around the table were known as the Avengers and, minus the resident Asgardian, all of them were there.
Tony Stark had a bored expression on as Fury drolled on and on about something. The fact that they were all told to come in at eight in the morning was a pain in the ass. The two agents in the room didn't appear bothered one bit by the early wake up call and he had a feeling Bruce woke up this early anyway because he wasn't bothered either.
"Last night we detected a wormhole fifty miles away and discovered eight individuals to be the cause of said wormhole. Seven were children while the eighth was an adult female that possessed powers."
He clicked a button on his clicker and on the holographic screen a photo was brought up. The photo was slightly blurred, but a woman with glowing green eyes dominated the photo. In the back was the seven small unconscious bodies.
"The seven are still unconscious, but the eighth woke up around twenty minutes ago."
Tony woke himself up for that, Just show the chick already. He thought in annoyance, and luckily some force in the great universe made this happen.
"This is the live feed of her cell." Fury stated, getting quiet as the female began talking.
"Would you take off these damn things already?! Every single time I try to take it off shocks me and it feels fucking great!" She paused, "Listen here, getting turned on is like the one thing I don't want. If I was back home it wouldn't be a problem because of cold showers." She paused again, her face twisting into a mischievous look, "Very fine description, guard. I may be a chick but I too can get a boner, a wing boner and with the ten times I have tried to remove these fucking things, I am over here dying!" She gave him a laugh, "Like hell I would have seven kids much less keep them. What deity would let this be a mother? They are all used to my mouth and one even likes my foul language. Don't let their age deceive you, the little monsters are smart as hell, though two of them probably have mental health problems, so don't fall to their trickery."
Fury muted the audio and Tony, who was grinning widely now, was the first to speak up, "Can I be the first person to talk with her?"
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The woman, who they were calling Eight at this point, looked out of it as Fury tried asking her questions.
"Where are you and the seven others from?"
Eight blinked and twitched before looking at him, "The future."
Possibly delusional, noted.
"Are you from Earth?" This question was probably the most important, recent invasion and whatnot, so if she said no...well, they have a different cage for that.
She nodded, her head hanging as her fingers twitched, "Yes."
"Do you and the seven others share any relation?" She's old enough to be their mother or their older sister.
Eight chuckled at this, "We were all born on the same year, the same day, the same hour, the same minute to the very second. The seven call each other siblings but I do not consider them a sibling of mine."
Lying.
"Is that so... The seven you claim you share the exact same birthday with are thirteen while you look to be in your twenties." He pointed out the flaw and she lazily smirked.
"When we traveled back, I made a critical error and reversed their ages on accident. Keep me locked up tight so they don't pluck me feather by feather." She let her head hang again, hands rubbing her thighs in an almost soothing way.
"Do they also have powers?" He asked, writing down the information he just received, despite how absurd it sounded.
She didn't answer that one and that told him everything, That would be a yes.
"What are your powers?"
"Flight, Telekinesis, Invulnerability, Time Travel, Regenerative Healing and Super Strength. The kids only know about the flight, healing and super strength so don't expect them to confirm the rest." She paused, "Anything else you need to know, because I am high as fuck right now from these shitty things."
Based on how she acts, she may be placed in the rebuilt cage.
He looked slightly disturbed but cleared his throat, "No. Someone else will interview you soon."
Eight raised an eyebrow, "Can you take these things off?"
"No."
She growled, "Dammit."
As he left, Eight looked at the ceiling before sighing, "Let's hope you kept the help line open."
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"Is she praying?" Steve, the most religious man in the room, asked as if it was the strangest thing he had seen today.
Which to be fair, after what they had seen earlier, it was pretty weird to see such a foul mouthed person on the ground in prayer.
Sure enough, Eight was praying. Kneeling down on the ground, her hands were clasped and her head bowed while her she mouthed a prayer in what could only be a forgotten language.
When they turned on the audio, the language she was speaking sounded like a mix of latin and french with a melodic quality to it. To many in the room it sounded like she was singing.
As she prayed, a circle carved itself into the floor before the room was engulfed in a blinding light, cutting off the camera feed.
It was eerily silent as Tony went through the cameras on a tablet, "They're all offline, seems whatever she did killed the cameras. I'll get them back up and we'll see where that horny angel is now."
Steve frowned at that until a thought entered his head, "She's attempting to escape."
"Spot on, Capsicle. Unfortunately for her, she won't be able to fly because of those things on her wings designed by yours truly. If she wasn't lying to Fury when she said she had invulnerability, she could just jump off the Helicarrier and crash land somewhere, let her body heal and run off." He kept messing with the tablet while Steve shook his head.
"We need to stop her, Stark." He said sternly, getting up and grabbing his shield which sat in the corner of the room.
"Right after I fix her restraints, up the electricity and tighten them. That little light show weakened their hold, but with some adjustments she won't be getting them off soon." Tony said, not appearing to notice the wince on Bruce's face.
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She hadn't made it far when alarms sounded and she was intercepted by ten guards. Ten guards with guns who were all telling her to stop and return quietly. Hah. When she had recently gotten her full power back?
"Send better men." And with those three words, each guard was sent flying in a different direction with a single flick of her wrist.
She went back to sprinting through the winding maze that was the base she was trapped in. Part of her urged her to find the kids, but she knew they could survive on their own. Unless I send them back now. She closed her eyes, Only if You wish for me to send them back, if You give me the power, they will go back.
She gasped and doubled over, "I'll take that as a yes."
Eyes closed, she focused on their life forces. The world disappeared for a few seconds before she landed in a crouch. She shook off the disorientation and opened her eyes.
In front of her were the seven kids, they had yet to wake up and seemed fine except for the excessive sleeping. "Good to see you're all fine. You'll hate me for this, but it's for your own good."
She took a deep breath before pointing her palms towards them, a golden light shining from the middle of her hands.
One of them stirred at the light and glanced around before glaring at her, "What are you doing?"
Great it's the old man. "Righting the wrong, we are a decade or so too soon and I need you lot in your proper time and place."
Five looked at her as if she had grown a second head, "You can do that?"
"I can do a lot of things, kid." She chuckled, hearing the door behind her open.
"Freeze! Subject Eight, return to your cell now!" A soldier announced and Eight simply smiled.
She slowly turned around and raised her hands in the air, "I thought I said bring better men. You must have someone or something that can really pack a punch."
One of the men put their finger to their ear and said something about a 'Hulk' and how the 'subject' was refusing to cooperate.
The response must have been, "Use your guns" or something, because they raised their guns at her.
"Of fucking course." She scoffed with a look of annoyance on her face. "Five, you need to wake the others up. I'm afraid what I need to do requires them to be conscious."
He looked irritated at that, "And let them see you gunned down? Great idea, you were always the smart one."
"Shut the hell up and do it, old fart!" Eight yelled, managing to startle him enough that he reluctantly began waking up the others.
Eight wiggled her fingers and suddenly, three guards were lifted up and sent flying, prompting the others to open fire.
She held her arms out and allowed each and every bullet to hit her, "Surely you have a better plan?" Eight asked them, not even fazed by the bullets that turned her body into swiss cheese. Blood poured from a few of the wounds on her chest, coating the top of her jumpsuit in blood.
"Great, I got blood on my tits." She complained mainly to herself as a few of the soldiers stopped firing.
She closed her eyes and using her telekinesis, stopped all further bullets while also extracting the ones lodged in her body. The bullets on the floor levitated in a blue light, making one soldier speak into the earmike, "Intent to kill. Subject is exhibiting her telekinesis. Guns are ineffective."
"Celestia?" A small voice asked, clearly startled by the sight of the woman.
The now named Celestia glanced at the girl who had said that and sighed, "Close your eyes, cover your ears."
The girl nodded and did so, allowing Celestia to launch the bullets right back at the soldiers. She then sent them flying out of the room. She forced the door shut with her powers.
She turned around as her body closed each wound before their very eyes, "The seven of you must leave and I cannot come with you."
"Why?" Everyone, minus Five, asked, he instead looked suspicious and narrowed his eyes at her.
She reached into a pocket, Gotta love those pockets!, and pulled out a notepad, "Unfortunately, I can't tell you." She began writing something down at an incredible speed when a voice announced over the speakers.
"Get out of that room now."
"Or what? You gonna send me a firing squad? Tried that already, asshole." Celestia shot back, still writing something down before flipping the page and beginning to write again.
"Have you ever heard of the Hulk, Eight?"
"Nope, but I bet he's as delightful as you." She responded evenly, before looking at Five and handing him the notepad, "This explains everything." She whispered, before standing up and rubbing her hands together.
"We'll have him at the door to greet you if you'd like to meet him."
"I would be honored to meet such an individual, go ahead and send him down." She said, lifting her hand up as the camera in the corner of the room fell to the ground.
She clapped her hands once, "Let's send you kiddos back, I will control the time and date you need to be at while Five over here just needs to make sure that you end back on the ground. Pro tip: Think about dear old Reggie. Everyone hold each others hands and I'll zap you away."
Her hands were encased in a golden light as she looked towards the ceiling, words slipping out of her mouth in a language they didn't recognize. She slowly raised her palms up as the light grew brighter.
"Close your eyes." Celestia ordered, "And hold on for dear life, kids."
With those words, she quickly brought her palms up over her head and with a single clap they disappeared in a shower of gold light.
Celestia staggered slightly and brought her hand to her head, "Fuck, I am not doing that shit again anytime soon."
A roar from outside the door caught her attention and she sighed, "Can't even get a minute to myself, can I?"
The door was sent flying into the wall and the creature stepped in. A seven foot tall creature of anger, rage and with the desire to throw her through several walls.
"You must be the Hulk, knew they were hiding something up their asses, didn't think it would be the Not-So-Jolly Green Giant." Celestia commented, causing the creature to pause for a mere second before grabbing her by the arm and lifting her up.
"I'm gonna get fucked aren't I." At the creature's roar she pursed her lips, "Thought so, proceed." She waved him on with her free hand.
Then she was thrown into one of the many many walls she would make out with today.
Always a great day when your getting your ass handed to and you have a constant wing boner.
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Tony, now in his Iron Man suit, was watching the Hulk's warpath on various security cameras. Along with Clint, Cap, and Nat, they were all awaiting the two on the runway outside. Eight was being smacked and thrown about at every turn, but just kept on getting up again and again.
"Incoming!" Clint yelled, quickly getting far away from a wall.
Just seconds later, the Hulk came crashing through that very wall with the woman. She was covered in her own blood and was being held up by her hair.
She spit out some blood at the Hulk's face, "That's for making me kiss every damn wall in this flying Fort Knox, ya green dickhead!"
His response was throwing her down. Once. Twice. When he threw her down the third time, he just let her lay there.
She cracked a grin, before laughing, "You people are nutcases! There's a flying man who looks Mcdonalds mascot, a man who looks like America barfed on him, a bird, the angry green guy, and the russian spy who has a gun aimed at my head!" She just continued laughing as each of the Avengers, minus Hulk, looked surprised and mildly irritated.
"Mcdonalds? Really?" Tony asked, sounding like a man who just heard his baby get insulted.
Well, it was his baby...not like he'd ever admit that vocally.
"Right on Ronald." She clicked her tongue at him and fired finger guns.
"My names not…" Tony began until several of the Avengers shot him a "shut up" glare.
"No, your name is something something Stark, the man who built these contraptions on my wings. Tell me, did you intend for them to be sexual devices? Follow up question, can I keep them for the months of June and July?"
"It's Tony, no and knock yourself out." He supplied, a crooked grin on his face.
"Thanks." She winked before shutting up and allowing them to question her.
The russian spy was next, "What did you do to those kids?"
Eight looked at her with a dumbfounded look, "For one, I got them away from you assholes. For two, they weren't supposed to be here, they were supposed to be back in 2002 preventing some stuff from happening."
"What sort of 'stuff'?" The spy, who was obviously trying to get more information out, asked.
"Just stuff." Eight shrugged, "Nothing to worry your pretty heads about."
"What's your name?" The soldier asked calmly.
"Took a green giant to beat the crap out of me to ask me that?" She scoffed before offering him a forced smile, "Celestia, though that's a bit long so most just call me Ella. You guys aren't most, by the way."
"Why are you still here in this year if you needed to be back in 2002?"
Celestia scratched her head before shrugging, "Is hating my adopted father a good reason?" Two of them smirked at that before she continued, "Reggie is a piece of shit when it comes to parenting. Training his kids to be superheroes and to fight off evil." She scoffed, pushing herself up, "Why go back when I could help out in this time? I was Eight for several reasons, bad attitude and refusing to cooperate were those reasons."
"Hold up, you were actually named Eight? Like the number?" Tony looked dumbfounded as she snorted.
"Yup. There were eight of us and he numbered us by potential. One had Super Strength, Two had telekinesis with knives, Three...well...she was pretty damn good at lying, Four could see and chat with the dead, Five could jump around through wormholes and time travel, Six could summon creatures from some other dimension using his body, Seven...until recently was powerless, that leaves Eight. In my opinion, I should be in the top five."
"Yeah, your dad is kind of a dick." Tony abruptly said with a nod to which she gave him a thumbs up.
She looked at them all before sighing, "Can I leave now? Me and the wing boner need some time alone."
"No, however, if you comply, we'll have Stark take the devices off." The spy told her, her gun still aimed on Celestia's head.
Celestia hummed, "Yeah...no." She stood up and in mere seconds she was gone.
She reappeared and smirked, grabbing the spy's gun and throwing it away. Disappearing again, Natasha was suddenly sent flying into a wall. Celestia then appeared behind Clint and quickly disarmed him with practiced ease before lifting him up in the air with her telekinesis before throwing him down hard onto the floor.
"I'm gonna feel that in the morning." Clint said with a groan.
Celestia jumped down and stepped over him and glanced at the last three problems. Green Giant, America and Ronald Mcdonald as a robot.
She disappeared and carefully snuck past both problems, managing to make it past Tin Man and America, but not Green Giant.
Hulk, who Celestia would have to praise later, spotted her right away and grabbed her by the hair.
"How was he able to see her? I couldn't even pick up her heat signature!" Tony sounded quite confused as the Hulk went to throw the winged woman.
Throw the woman off the Helicarrier that is.
He jumped after her, not one bit concerned that both of them were most likely going to crash into a building.
"Remember how I said she would jump off? I was partially right so I guess I'm picking dinner!" He exclaimed cheerfully, much to the annoyance of the two agents who were standing now.
Steve looked rather exasperated before shaking his head, "Tony, go after them."
"I'm still picking dinner."