Hi everybody! I am now working on a new SYOC, and I am pretty excited! This story is going to be very big, and involove a lot of OCs. I will need 6 heroes, 7 villians, 3 S.H.I.E.L.D. handlers (Agents, but are now assigned to watching the heroes), 3 HYDRA handlers (Once again, agents who are now assigned with the task of watching the villains) I may accept side-characters, but I am fiercely debating the idea right now, but anyway, let the story commence!
remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, I'll never let you go
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, don't leave me here alone
But all that's dead and gone has passed tonight
May 3, 2015
The Avengers had perished. In the fight with Ultron, the noble defenders were stranded on the rock, choosing civilians lives instead of their own. They had ordered the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier to fly away from them, before the blast destroyed the ship as well.
The noble Captain America stood next to his comrades, a short phone message to Peggy on an abadoned cell-phone.
The Infamous Black Widow and The Incredible Hulk stood next to eachother, hands linked together as they stood next to their teammates. Natasha laid her head on Bruce's shoulder, and he squeezed her hand tighter.
The Amazing Hawkeye stood next to his comrades, just returning from making a tearful goodbye to his wife and children. He gave Steve a calm smile when he saw Steve's conflicted face.
"Go," Steve finally said over the intercom, shutting his eyes and bracing himself.
The rock plummeted to the ground. Steve clung to the rock just as Bruce tightened his hold on Natasha. Clint mumbled a last goodbye to the sky as they started to fall apart. Steve smiled when he saw Peggy, brown curly hair, dancing with him in the stars.
Thor stood at the pillar. He whispered a prayer to Odin and Jane under his breath.
"Forgive me, Jane," He whispered, before screaming, driving his hammer down.
Bright light erupted from the impact, and the ground shattered underneath his feet. He shut his eyes and saw Frigga smiling at him from the sky, as he felt himself come apart, piece by piece.
"I'm coming, mother," He thought, before his vision filled with white.
Tony hovered under the landmass. He felt it start to drop and he coverted all of his energy into the blast. The rock soon burst into pieces, white flying past him. "Goodbye, sir," Friday's voice echoed before the suit shut off completely.
Tony started to free-fall. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. His suit. . . broken at waist. . . His team, stranded. . . on the rock. . .
His eyes fluttered closed as he felt himself bend as he hit the ground.
Wanda screamed as she felt Pietro's life fade. She unleashed a wave of crimson, killing almost everything in her path. Angered, she walked away from the pillar, to destoy Ultron, once and for all.
She walks to him, red lacing over her fingers.
"Wanda," Ultron hoarsely whispers. "If you stay here, you will die,"
Wanda narrows her eyes and rips out his heart.
"I just did," she responds to the dead robot.
She soon heard the red, white, and blue man call out from over the intercom, "Go."
She is pinned to the ground as the rock plummets to the ground. Through the rubble, she sees someone. The one they called, Vision.
He zooms through the rocks and picks her up just before the rock explodes. Wanda clings to him in sheer terror, as she sees how high they are.
Suddenly, she feels something collide with the synthetic man, and he starts to fall.
The ground comes closer, closer.
She feels the bones shattering in her, and closes her eyes just as she sees Pietro grabbing her from the rubble.
May 1, 2015
Deep in the vaults if Strucker's base, something woke up. Pale blue eyes seemed to turn around a dark blue line as she scanned the room. Hesistantly, she got off a platform and looked around. It was dark, but she could see? Strange.
She thought to herself before finding the light and switching it on. She winced as bright, sickly light filtered through layers of dust and grime over light-bulbs. She looked around as light showed better details. She had dark blue lines running through her skin, that seemed to hum as she put her ear closer to it.
She frowned but placed her arm down. Her brown and teal hair sifted off her shoulders as she looked around, picking up empty surgeon tools and techincal equipment. She picked up a scalped and looked at it. It was rusty. She went to see it closer when she dropped it. It sliced a clean cut through her skin and clattered onto the floor.
She grimaced and placed a hand over the cut, pushing pressure on the leaking wound. Something leaked out, red and...blue? She studied the liquid closer. Red and blue alike leaked out of the cut. She looked around nervously.
What was going on?
After wrapping her wound in a t-shirt she had found on the floor, she studied the room closer.
Soon, something happened.
Decapitated robot bodies woke up, slowly singing a song about strings. She screeched in alarm and ran to the corner of the room, trembling as she held the lightly-red scalpel in her hand.
One robot got up and stared straight at her. She whimpered, but immediatly stood up straight and croaked, "What, are you?"
The Robot chuckled before walking up to her.
"The real question is, what are you?"
The girl stopped and looked at her arm once more, the rattly t-shirt wrapped around her hand stained with red and blue alike.
"I-I don't know," She finally mumbled, her scalpel clattering to the ground. The robot seemed to smile as it studied her.
"But I know something," it said.
'You are special," It looked her straight in the eye as she noticed its eyes were blue, the same blue stained on the cloth.
"You are a child of death."
May 5th, 2015
Alaina White stopped outside the coffee shop, a small mug of tea in her hand. She sipped it cautiously as she studied her surroundings, giving a glare to anyone looking her way.
She pushed a strand of clear, platinum blonde hair out of her way as she leaned back in the rickety, metal chair. She rested, the first time she had been able to rest for a long time.
She overheard the converstaions going on around her, people talking about the latest revealing of the Avengers Monument right near Sokovia's new crater.
She had chuckled at the thought of anyone wnting to preserve those heroes, but they could do anything they wanted, she was fine on her own.
She started to walk off, her jean jacket slipping back over her thin, malnourished frame before she felt a tug at her sleeve.
She whirled around, about to demand an answer when she saw the man who had grabbed her sleeve.
"Fury," she muttered as she tightened her hold on her bag.
May 5th, 2015
Sarah Anderson sat in the metal fortress. Chains bound her, but were soon melted at contact. Her mouth twisted into a malicious grin.
"Do you want me to prove myself?" She said aloud, laughing.
'I think you already have, Wildfire," A man said, walking into her room.
"I see that you are alive and well after the fallout of Strucker's base.
"Yeah, any 'Avengers' aren't gonna contain me," she retorted, scoffing at the mere thought of noble spirits.
She got up and adjusted the fire-red jacket on her tiny frame. Her dark, red hair slid off her face, revealing a strange flame tattoo on her cheek.
"So, how are you, old man Rumlow?" she laughed.
"Scarred, And I need something of you," Rumlow responded.
He walked up to her and grabbed her by the hair.
"I want the children of death,"
He ripped off his mask, which revelaed horendous burns. His hideous lips turned up into a smirk.
"And I want them now."
Ok! There we go! It was a little short, but I wanted to provie a background for the story.
So, here it is.
HYDRA had made a secret group along with the Winter Soldier. Entitled, "The Children Of War," They were a group of kids from around age 8 to 18. They had been "Gifted" with special abilities and brain-washed to do HYDRA's bidding. They were infamous, and when S.H.I.E.L.D. was taken down, The Children Of Death escaped their handlers, and were then living on the streets. The Avengers died during Ultron's invasion, all except Vision, Wanda, and Tony. They are now tasked with forming a new group, The Defenders, to face off against Rumlow's group, The Defects. Can The Defenders beat the Defects? Let's find out!
The form is a little long, but it helps me write the story better!
NOTICE: ALL DEFENDERS, DEFECT AND S.H.I.E.L.D. AGENT SPOTS ARE TAKEN, BUT HYDRA HANDLERS, AND SIDE CHARACTERS ARE STILL OPEN
SIDE CHARACTER
Name:
Age (8-18):
Gender:
Callsign:
Personality (I prefer detailed):
Nationality:
Weapons/Power:
Hair color/style:
Eye color:
Appearance:
Casual Clothing:
Formalwear:
Sleepwear (optional, but preferred):
Supersuit/Mission outfit:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Skills:
Habits:
Flaw:
Motivation:
Fears:
How they would act around Family (If any):
How they would act around Friends:
How they would act around romantic interest:
Romantic interest? Yes or no:
Backstory (Detailed please! Background, when captured, missions, after escape, etc. ):
Favorite food (Optional):
Favorite music (Optional):
Favorite movie (Optional):
Room ( How it would look) (Optional):
Favorite avenger (Optional):
Story Ideas for character (Optional):
Miscellaneous:
Name:
Callsign:
Age (22-35) :
Gender:
Hair Color/style:
Eye Color:
Appearance:
Weapons:
Casual Outfit:
Formalwear:
Mission Outfit:
Family:
Former Military Branch/Unit (IF ANY):
Specialty (What they are best at):
Qualifications (Why HYDRA chose them to be an agent):
Likes:
Dislikes:
Skills:
Habits:
Flaw:
Motivation:
Fears:
How they would act around Family (If any):
How they would act around Friends:
How they would act around romantic interest:
How do they react that they are going to be watching The Children Of War instead of doing regularly duties?:
Romantic interest? Yes or no:
Languages:
History:
How many years has your oc worked for HYDRA?
Security Clearance Level (4- full field agent, 5- veteran agent, 6- senior agent):
Ok! There we go! Can't wait to see some OCs!
- Rain