(I do not own any characters, other then my own in this story. These characters belong to Marvel and Stanlee, please pm if you have any problems about a character.)
Aye, warning to the soft-hearted or easily triggered! I will be having some scenes with violence, some uncomfortable topics, and situations. Nothing to the extreme, nothing mature. Yet, I still do not want to risk upsetting anyone, so please if you can't handle a bit of torture or a certain situation, please inform me to fix it, or find something much more fun to read. Also, I will have some language in here, if you don't like that either, I'm warning you now.
Hey! It's been a while since I was last on here, This is a SYOC, staring your own characters. More details at the bottom.
For those wondering about, "Never Safe," I will be updating soon, sorry for the leaving you hanging!
"Reporting from above in chopper five. There appears to be a bank robbery in progress along the road leading onto the Manhattan Bridge. People are advised to stay in their cars and away from the entrance of the Bank, the NYPD have the situation under cont-"
The alarms ringing turns off as she sits up, her hand repeatedly hitting the snooze radio continues though.
Stretching slightly, she rolls off to the side of the bed, blindly heading towards her closet.
"-trol, they're effectively handli-"
"Handling the situation, my ass." She mumbles gently, brushing back her raven hair.
Opening the closet, she takes out a metallic suit, seemingly moving as if both spandex and armor.
She yawns, bending over to touch her toes. At the sounds of some cracks and pops, she moans. Definitely need to buy a new bed.
Looking out of the window towards the Manhattan Bridge, her mouth quirks up tiredly. Avengers tower gleams softly, even though it reeks of emptiness and betrayal, even from her bedroom.
Her grin falters slightly, a sorrow smile across her face,
"Not today, perhaps tomorrow…"
The sad, chocolate eyes look away from the darkening tower, it's kingdom moving across the room and climbing over a railing, onto the frame of a window.
"Don't worry, It will be your turn next time..."
"In other news, the nations have once again decided to gather again in response to some new compelling evidence with the Accords, Tony Stark will be present, but there is little hope that the rest of the Avengers will be appearing. "
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"You could have been gentler."
She lets out a surprised gasp, sitting up in her bed. Peering around, nothing seems out of order. The plaid curtains are waving, a gentle breeze entering from the open windows. The sounds of shouting and honking echo in her ears, a bearded man sits below her window, the door is closed and the closet mirror is reflecting her own startled expressi-
Whoa, back up, Smiling bearded man?
In an instance her bed frame is gone, seemingly melting away and leaving her surrounded in a pool of blankets and sheets. The frame now floats around the young girl, her eyes appearing black in the shadow of dawn. They levitate around her like stars, reflecting off the last of the moonlight appearing in the sky.
The breaded man's expression is suddenly blank, humor seemingly non-existent in the wrinkles of his frame.
"Today at the bank, you could have handled it better."
The girl sits up, the stars shifting into orbs, then into marbles, surrounding her like a blanket of protection. Her mouth twitches, trying to copy his blank expression.
"You know, I should really close my window at night, I mean it's not hot in here. I could always work double shifts to get that AC, though then maybe the neighbors will steal it, those nosey little bastards are always trying to get my mail anyw- "
"Fifteen dead, seven being criminals, five NYPD officers, and a family of three." The dark-clothed man looked up, closing the folder that she finally noticed. She trembled slightly, listening. Her gaze glancing between his hands and face.
A sudden spark of fear she didn't have before, enters and begins to control her thoughts.
"I handled it perfectly."
"Did you?"
"Yes-s."
Her trembling increases, the orbs shaking violently around her. Maybe it was time to get rid of her intruder, he didn't seem like much of a threat…. Yet.. she didn't feel like trying..
"So, you handling the situation perfectly is beheading an officer?"
"No-o-o…" The orbs circle closer to her, vibrating and making a soft hum. She hugs herself, her hands twitching.
"Perhaps slicing a man in half really is justice."
"I-I-I— "
"Or a hole in a little boy's pupil, that was new."
She looked up at him, brown eyes flooding with salty tears, hand flinching.
The orbs around her shift away from her, circling in front of her, into a sword, which drops into her arms. She lifts it, pointing it at him. Her stance is off though, she's shaking quite a bit.
She hadn't meant to.
She really hadn't, everything was just so new. She had almost cut her own hand off earlier.
She was a hero now, she was important and people would start liking her now.
Wouldn't they?
"Shut up-Shut-Up-Shut-Up-Shut-Up-Shut-t-TUP!"
She launches herself at him, only for something to pull her from behind, ramming her against her own wall. She scrambles up, everything suddenly a blur. Spiraling around her... Like a tornado, and she was that one unlucky cow stuck inside it.
Strangely enough, she could still see him. He sat there like the world wasn't turning inside out around her.
And boy, does he look mad.
"Paislee Miser you are a problem and I have taken it upon myself to fix the damn mess you have created."
The man points his hand at her again, and the world stops spinning for a moment.
"Well… I'm not going to be fix anything… I'm more of paid muscle, and so on… but darling, it seems you've been summoned."
The man looks back down at his folder, opening and mocking her with a mimic of her own gasps.
"My dear, I'm sure you've heard of Hydra?"
Then a flicker of a thumb and everything goes silent.
"What am I kidding, everyone has!"
Five more sleeps to bring peace.
Alrightie, kinda werid, I know, but I've got a plan. Here's a a outline for your own OC, another will be on my profile. Please no Mary Sues, other then that, have fun!
PRIVATE MESSAGING PLEASE!
I need five more heros and or anti-heros, and four Villains.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Super Name:
Description of how they look:
Personality:
Casual Attire:
Fancy Attire:
Sleep Attire:
Beach Attire:
Powers:
Backstory:
Weaknesses:
Family:
Relationships:
Would you be willing to start new relationships?:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Extra:
Submissions end November 14th, good luck.