(Previously Avengers Dynasty)
Marvel x DC fanfic
This is a story set in a world where its protectors include not only the Avengers, but the Justice League, the X-men, Fantastic Four, Teen Titans, and all the chaos that comes from having two vast uni...
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(I'd imagine every room in the Avengers compound is around the same size and form as Wanda's from civil war. Just as a reference for what Brook's room looks like. Of course not this personalized)
Brooklyn POV-
Normally, Brook would spend her mornings in a lonely manner, eating whatever leftovers she'd been given at the diner the night before while hoping the chipped legs of her table wouldn't break apart.
She'd sometimes bother watching the news to fill the quiet space of her apartment. But living in a world with aliens, mutants, and gods roaming around made for some stressful news, so she sometimes opted for the only other available channel at home.
National Geographic.
As the rays of the 6am sun hit her home, and Brook watched different animals kill each other like a normal Tuesday in the Red Room, the girl often ponder what work might look like on that particular day, or what the cafeteria at school would deem edible.
If there was any assignment she hadn't finished the night before, she'd either give up on it entirely, or rush to complete it as she multitasked with her morning routine.
Sometimes her uniform was decent, other times, the absence of an ironing machine of dryer was evident along the many wrinkles across her skirt and vest. If her crappy alarm (that only seemed to work two out of three mornings) managed to go off on time, her hair would get special treatment. Otherwise it was just brushed and left wavy.
By the time she was usually out the door, Brooklyn would apply her red lipstick in a hurry using the mirror of any given car in the parking lot to get a decent result. Once music filled her ears, thats when the calm of the morning began.
This morning was very different.
For starters, the high pitched ringing of Brook's alarm didn't wake her, but a sweet melody of flutes and artificial birds did startle her awake just as effectively.
With kitchen knife in hand, she'd scanned the unfamiliar surroundings ready to fight until Brook realized she was in a room at the Avengers Compound. The cream colored drapes to her right seemed to open all on their own, letting in the bright morning rays.
She almost fell back onto the ground trying to chase them away.
The female voice Brook could now confidently recognize as the A.I. FRIDAY, filled the hidden speakers of her room.
"Good morning Miss Stark. Today's Sunday weather is 72 degrees Fahrenheit, 22 degrees Celsius. There is no foreseeable rain today, and your schedule seems to be empty. Would you like to hear today's news stories? There are currently 36 mentions of you on worldwide television."
