Hello readers! I have something like this stuck in my head for a while and decided to mold it to the Avengers universe. There are serious moments, sad moments, and moments that when I had help on that the other people couldn't even write.
I reference things that happened in the early 20th century in Russia, including the leading girl's name. I've added things, edited things, and put a bit of me and the friends in the story in it.
Most of the story has been written. And I put in a lot of references to Harry Potter, James Bond, and other things in it, so try and find them and put it in your reviews. (They make my day:))
The story starts near the beginning, before Phil and Steve's plane ride. But before, I'll introduce you to her and give you a chance to peek into her brain. Also this story will have sequels and an alternate ending based on the movies and side stories.
~A~
I've learned some things over the last seventeen to eighteen years in this life.
Like, friends are better than family. Music can free most of the demons in your heart. Trust those with a good heart. Cats are a girls best friend and are great listeners. Motorbikes are great. Being royal isn't what's cracked up to be.
Secrets can kill. New York is a great place for an alien invasion. Enjoy life and live like you're dying. Life and death are so much easier than dying; less painful too. Converse are awesome. I can be a force when reckoned with. James Bond has the best car ideas. Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike. Everyone has the ability to do good or bad.
The more places you own the more secrets you can have. Russia can be a sweet sorrow. Assassins can be fun. Don't be trigger happy. Too much free time can be a bad thing. Falling in love is the greatest thing in the world. I own way too many pairs of sunglasses. Never trust a government agency based and built on secrets. Weapons Tech has so many meanings.
And yet I've only learned these things in a matter of three years (and some in the near future). I just got back from finishing my last class for the week, when Phil opened my door in New York. Now it looks my quiet night of writing an essay is over and probably have to do something with S.H.I.E.L.D.
Oh, I forgot to mention, hello, I'm Anastasia Niklaev. But you can just call me Ana.