"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? I can get you some food, a warm bed, some clean clothes?" He offers kindly. I look at him skeptically. "Back where? Your ivory tower?" I sass. He presses his lips together before jumping to the other dumpster. "Look, I just want to help. It doesn't matter what the press says. They get a lot wrong anyway." He shoots a smile down at me to try and win me over. "Well, that's wonderfully patriotic of you," I hop down and start walking down the alley away from him. "but no thanks." I slip my thumbs under the straps of my backpack and clutch on. Steve Rogers appears next to me in seconds, walking with me. I create distance between us, making sure we don't touch. Before he opens his mouth, I stop us both, my temper flaring up. "Look, I have no interest in being your charity case. I don't want to be in the press, used as an example of how good the Avengers are, or any of that shit. I just want to be left alone!" I huff, pulling my backpack tighter against my back to resist punching Captain America. Steve's eyes go to my still bloody knuckles in the dim light and his eyebrows furrow even further. "Oh, dear god." I complain at seeing more concern on his face. Before he can put a gentle hand on my shoulder and give me a rousing speech about justice or something I kick him hard in the balls. As soon as he leans over I start sprinting. I reach another dumpster and jump on top of it, then leap to the nearest fire escape. Then, I'm on the roof and feel like I'm flying. Some people've gotta learn the hard way; not everyone wants to be saved. SEQUEL 'Into the Ring' IS UP NOW! *I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS. ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE.*

"You think I don't care about you?" Kylo asked, his voice breaking. "I care more about you than there are stars in the galaxy. Believe me, I nearly broke every time you screamed, every tear that rolls down your cheek makes me want to hurt someone. I wanted to go against all of my training and kill Snoke, but I didn't because I knew if I did you would die too. Aerolynn, I'm so tired of resisting it, of pretending I am stronger than my feelings for you." He said. Aerolynn Edina was a nobody from Tatooine, a forgotten planet. She has been harboring dangerous electrical powers for her whole life, she thought no one knew about them, and no one had, or so she thought... Aerolynn is kidnapped by the most feared man in the galaxy, Kylo Ren, becoming his apprentice. Can she see past his terrifying demeanor, and her own personal demons, or will she be stuck as his prisoner forever? -completed- -Sequel: Heir of the First Order- Now up! #1 in First Order& #1 in Kylo Ren June 9th: #1 in Kylo Ren tag June 5th: #1 in First Order tag June 12th: #1 in Snoke tag December 30th: #3 in Star Wars tag January 25th: #1 in Sith tag

'"Of course," I thought looking down at my watch. 10:46 PM. They were supposed to pick me up 5 hours ago. I got up and wrapped my sweatshirt around my cold body. I picked up my backpack and started walking. I don't know where to go, or what to do. All I know is if I see Tony Stark ever again, it will be too soon.' (Disclaimer: I only own my OCs, all characters you recognize and places belong to others, ex: Marvel)

(DCxMarvel Crossover) She was destined to become a monster...a killing machine. The living daughter of the Joker, she was deemed to a life of darkness from the start...a darkness that Hydra wishes to harness. But things change when she crosses paths with the Asset. [This story is also posted on Quotev. I own Jess and every event that is not apart of the Marvel movies. The rest of the characters and plot belong to the rightful owners.]

Running. Ugh. How long have I been running? My small hands shove people out of the way the best I can but I'm mostly just twisting and turning through the crowds. Still, I can almost feel his hands still on me. Reaching towards me, grabbing my shirt, pulling me back into his bruising hands. Suddenly, I run straight into someone and fall back on my butt. "Christ, kid." A tall man curses and looks down at me with bright blue eyes that widen when he sees the look of pure fear on my face. "You alright?" He offers me his gloved hand and I search his face. He's familiar. The news. I've seen him on tv with the Avengers. I grab onto his offered hand with both of mine. This might be my only chance to escape. Percy has what some would call a complicated family life. While running from her life, she runs into a certain supersoldier. As much as Bucky would like to think he's a hard man, he can't resist helping this little girl. And maybe getting a little more attached than he should. *I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS ONLY THE CHARACTERS I CREATE*