𝑁.𝑅. 𝐹𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦☆
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SIMULATION SWARM || ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ by mculolsfunsies
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"𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵.... 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵.. 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺." Verinah was just a girl when HYDRA took her. Born in Russia and stolen from everything she knew, she was experimented on, trained in both HYDRA and the Red Room to become a perfect assassin-silent, deadly, and obedient. For years, she knew nothing but pain, orders, and blood-soaked missions. Her only constant was another ghost like her: the infamous Winter Soldier.
The Other Sister [1] [EDITED] by blackwidowsz_
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[EDITED] The Red Room, the place that two of the well-known Avengers - Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova - grew up. The two sisters destroy the place that tortured them for years, making them into the assassins that they were. Thinking that Dreykov was dead, they go about their lives. Years pass, yet when wind of the Red Room still running drifts towards them, Natasha and Yelena have to push everything they thought they knew away. Especially about their younger sister who was alive and Dreykov's new puppet. ------------------------------ Highest Ranks: #1 in wanda (September 2022) #1 in dreykov (August 2022) #2 in yelena (September 2022) #3 in maximoff (September 2022) #3 in romanoff (August 2022) #8 in redroom (July 2022) #26 in yelenabelova (August 2022) #74 in marvel (September 2022) ------------------------------ BOOK 1 in 'THE OTHER SISTER' SERIES (COPYRIGHT! - aka - DO NOT STEAL) blackwidowsz_© 2022, & marvel
Project Nightingale by alesss_d
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Everyone knew the Winter Soldier. The name, uttered in hushed whispers, terror, and half-belief, gripped the intelligence community like a vice. But behind him was a presence that no one dared to acknowledge. A ruthless and uncatchable force, shrouded in rumor and speculation so thick that no one could even agree on the color of her eyes. Her name was an echo that resounded like a song in the wake of the destruction she wrought, swift and fleeting. The Nightingale. The one who trained him. Shaped him. Honed him into the ghost-assassin that the world would remember. So they could then forget her