She was never supposed to be anything more than ordinary. In the 1940s, she is just another young woman trying to make herself useful in a world at war-steady hands, a sharp mind, and a quiet sense that she was meant for something more, even if she couldn't name it yet. Then Howard Stark finds her. What begins as a controlled experiment-an offshoot of the same research that would one day create Captain America-becomes something else entirely when an accident turns theory into something alive. Something unstable. Something that doesn't belong in the human body. Crimson threads of energy begin to weave beneath her skin. She becomes a secret. A prototype. A risk no one fully understands. She fights in a war that will never record her name-and when everything goes wrong, she disappears with it. Decades later, she wakes in a world that has already moved on. The war is different. The heroes are different. The man she knew is gone-and what's left behind doesn't remember her.

Where Sam Wilson never expected to fall head over heels for someone after a morning jog. or Where Kailea was sent to prevent the avengers from destroying the earth but gets distracted and falls in love with a boy who she can't get out of her head. || A Sam Wilson fanfic All rights to Marvel i do not own any of the plot or characters except for Kailea and her Siblings

Mary Ravencroix has survived long enough to become what the Red Room wanted most: Widow Dusk, precise, lethal, untouchable. In Bucharest, rain washes the city into shadows while she waits on rooftops with a sniper rifle and a voice in her ear that sounds like discipline and feels like a tether. She tells herself she doesn't care about anything that isn't the mission. She tells herself she doesn't miss the girl she used to be, back when Natasha's hand felt like safety and Yelena's loyalty felt like oxygen. Then she steps off her route and into an alley that isn't her problem. A stranger is bleeding and high and being laughed at like he's nothing, and Mary does the one thing she was never trained to do: she stays. Bob Reynolds looks at her like she's the first person who didn't decide he's already lost. And Mary, who has been a weapon for most of her life, finds herself drawn to the soft ruin of someone normal, someone human, someone who makes her feel like she still is too. Two broken souls. One rainy city. And a connection the Red Room will not forgive. MCU FANFICTION THUNDERBOLTS* BOB REYNOLDS X FEM!OC

Florence Barnes had kept her distance from the world of super-thing's since 2004. After everything done to her under Project Bluebird, she wanted nothing to do with the superhero machine, or America for that matter. But her older brother, Bucky Barnes, had a way of wearing down even the strongest resolve. When mysterious new super soldiers began surfacing, he came to her with a simple argument: if someone was repeating the past, someone who had survived it needed to stop it. Reluctantly, Florence was pulled back into the fight. And along the way, she met what quickly became her new least favourite person in the world: John Walker ༄ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ TFATWS - DOOMSDAY John Walker x OC ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

"𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞" The belief that asks for patience rather than force, for trust rather than control. It is about learning when to strive, and when to let go, finding peace not in victory, but in the way life continues to unfold even after our hands fall empty Or Keltie Phillips, only just coming to terms with both her disability and her growing devotion to writing, finds herself uprooted and living in pre- war New York with her father, Colonel Chester Phillips, there is she works as a reporter in a city braced for history. She meets a kind, dirty-blond man who gently, and relentlessly, tests everything she thinks she knows about the world, herself, and what she is capable of becoming. Even if it's only for a summer... ༒ STEVE ROGERS X FEM OC 1940s AU of my other fanfic : The Myzenien ༒ 1935 - 1951

"So, uh, I'm sorry again. I would really like it if we could start over." Nayeli blinked a few times in silence, as if her mind was racing to catch up with his words. When she didn't respond, Steve tried to clarify for her apparent confusion. "Uh...friends?" Her mouth formed an o shape, seeming to understand. Nayeli was the most confusing person Steve had ever met, she was obviously smart with her high status in shield. But, she had no smarts when it came to social interaction. "Okay, sure" Nayeli eventually said, "I won't hold it against you, people tend to avoid the unknown and scary. You did it, the government does it, that guy on the fourth floor with the receding hairline does it. Just don't act too patriotic around me and we'll get along, 'kay?" And with that, Nayeli slammed her apartment door shut, leaving Steve staring at her star sticker. If you asked Steve what he was more scared of, teenagers or another alien invasion he would reply another alien invasion. Before Natasha would chime in that it was most definitely teenagers. So when eighteen year old Nayeli Dovebar joins SHIELD as a technical analyst, he goes to great lengths in avoiding the terrifying glitter obsessed fashionista. But, she catches on to his little predicament. So when fear turns into friendship, Steve Natasha and Nayeli are in for the ride of their lives. Pietro Maximoff x f!oc I do not own any of the marvel characters nor their plot I only own Nayeli and her plot Pre-Winter Soldier ✓ Winter Soldier ✓ Pre-Age of Ultron ✓ Age of Ultron ✓ Pre-Civil War ✓ Civil War ✓ Pre-Infinity War ✓ Infinity War ✓ End Game ✓

He was supposed to go to war. She was supposed to stay behind. Neither of them were supposed to burn. In 1943, Cassandra Hawthorne is a brilliant weapons engineer and scientist working quietly behind the scenes of the war effort. She's sharp, guarded, and far too busy saving the world to waste time on charming soldiers with crooked smiles. Until James Buchanan Barnes walks into her life - all soft smirks and sudden sincerity - and ruins everything. A slow, sweet kind of romance blooms between experiments and letters. But the war doesn't wait for anyone. When Bucky is deployed, the world begins to shift, and soon Cassandra finds herself caught in the same nightmare that stole him. What begins with a goodbye ends in experiments, betrayal, and a silence that lasts decades. After all - she built the arm that broke him. And somewhere, locked behind a Hydra door, her sister still waits.

Everything that ever happened to Grace McNeil can be traced back to one moment in time. The day she officially died. From that fracture came five lives, all changed beyond repair: the dead who were left behind, the traitor who walked away, the guilty who could never forget, the victor who would eventually pay dearly, and the girl left frozen, waiting for the past to return. S.H.I.E.L.D. was meant to be a fresh start-a way out of the ghosts of her cloudy past. Instead, it became the beginning of something darker: a web of lies, old wars, and choices that refuse to stay buried. Yet even now, something remains. Something the rot could not corrupt. Someone worth fighting for. - Steve rogers x FEM OC 1998 - 2025 IM RE - WRITING THE ENDING