Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
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My lungs burned as I sprinted across MIT's campus, weaving through crowds of students who barely glanced up from their phones or conversations. My bag bounced against my side, and my blazer—why had I even worn a blazer?—clung uncomfortably to my skin. But none of that mattered. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
The job description had been vague at best—something about a paid internship as a medical advisor at the Avengers Compound—but the name attach to the interview was what mattered most to me. Dr. Helen Cho. The Dr. Helen Cho. A pioneer in regenerative medicine and cutting-edge biotech. Just getting the chance to meet her was insane, let alone the possibility of working with her. Out of hundreds—maybe thousands—of applicants, I had been chosen. Me.
I had barely wrapped my head around it when I saw the office door up ahead. I skidded to a stop just as it swung open, and there she was. Dr. Cho. Sharp-eyed, composed, every bit the legend I'd read about.
"Dr. Y/N Y/L/N?"
I swallowed, straightened my blazer, and forced a cool, professional nod, despite the fact that I had just run across half of MIT. "Yes, that's me. And just Y/N is fine."
She gave me a once-over, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes, before gesturing for me to follow her inside. The moment I stepped into her office, my brain shifted into overdrive.
The questions came fast—about my dual education at MIT and Harvard Medical School, being a neurosurgeon, and my passion for robotics. I answered each one with as much confidence as I could muster, though my mind kept racing. Robotics had always been my passion, but medicine had been my fast track to financial stability. This internship, though? It felt like the bridge between both worlds.
Dr. Cho leaned back slightly in her chair, studying me with an intrigued expression. "Tell me about your childhood, Y/N."
I hesitated for only a second. I had been asked this before—by professors, mentors, even peers—but something about Dr. Cho's tone made me feel like she truly wanted to understand, not just check off a box on some interview form.
"I'm an only child," I began, my fingers lightly gripping the armrests of my chair. "My parents passed away when I was young. After that, I was in the foster system until I aged out."
Dr. Cho's expression softened. "That must have been difficult."
I nodded but kept my shoulders squared. "It wasn't easy, but I never let it stop me. I always had big dreams—bigger than what my circumstances tried to limit me to. MIT, Harvard... I knew I had to work twice as hard as everyone else, but I was willing to do it."
Dr. Cho folded her hands together, nodding approvingly. "Balancing both MIT and Harvard Medical School is impressive on its own, but under those circumstances? That's extraordinary."
