y/n is brought in by fury to be held in Lokis old cell. How will the avengers react to a stranger being brought into their home? Better yet how will y/n react to being brought back to the one place she never wanted to return too, and what will happen when she see's two blue eyes following her every move? I don't own t...
You're a half-Jotun Valkyrie who has to live with the Avengers after helping them during a battle. Then Thor brings Loki to join the team. Can either of you thaw your frozen bruised hearts?
You are a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team! Previous #1 in Fanfiction
His mumbling ceased and he turned around slowly, his hands clenched into a fist. As he spoke, his eyes travelled down her body, assessing her strengths and weaknesses from the way she stood to the weapons she carried. "Have you come to kill me?" his gruff voice asked. When Hydra's greatest weapon, the winter soldier...
I'm always at a crossroads. My family wants me dead and The Avengers don't trust me. I've never felt so alone. I need to stop my father. I need to find a way to control my powers. I need to find a way to stop the God of Mischief from getting into my book collection. -- "Look at it this way, you been given an opportu...
How can the Avengers recover from the tragedy that has befallen them? Will they ever be able to move on? Will they ever have to...? Sequel to my first story, Away We Go. (Amazing covert art by JohnlockedIn221B.)
*UNDERGOING EDITING* A year after the incident with Loki, the Avengers are assembled once again. But, this time, there is no crisis- at the moment. There's a new recruit at S.H.I.E.L.D, or a 'prisoner' as she calls herself. She's a complete mystery. They have no idea how powerful she is or where she's from; she's not...
Sequel to Punching Bag! My heart is beating about as fast as I'm spinning the two rings around my finger. I stare out the jet windows at the changing landscape, so different from where I just was. I pause and look down at the rings with nostalgia staining my tongue. A smile curves my lips up when I fiddle with the bot...
"Hold on!" He asks vehemently. "What do you want?" I ask, irritated. His blue eyes widen and still manage to shine in the dim moonlight, his dark, golden hair looking like a halo on his head. America's golden boy he is. He hesitates at my question, as if he doesn't even know himself. "Why don't you come back with me...
