Emily's had a rough life. She now works for SHIELD and is finally starting to fit in but then Loki comes along and messes up her life. Avengers/Hawkeye fanfiction Rated for language

Destiny was mistreated by her father until the age of 10, when the social worker 'saved' her. Her mother died when she was 7, and her baby brother just a few months after that. She's been ignored, abused, and yelled at. She finally found the right foster home when she was 16 and stayed. Now she's 22 and starting to hear about this band that's just gotten accepted into the world of music. Apparently they live in Huntington Beach, where she lives. She doesn't know who they are, but she loves their music. One day she bumps into a stranger, and doesn't know who he is. When he tells her a little bit about him, she can't believe it. They start getting closer and closer to each other, but obstacles pull them apart, and Destiny questions her trust with him. Can this stranger who happens to be the drummer of Destiny's favorite band win her trust, and her heart?

Violence - an unjust or unwarranted exertion of force or power, as against rights or laws; rough or immoderate vehemence, as of feeling or language. Almost an entire year has passed since Paranoia Violence slipped into her coma after defeating Better Living Industries. When she finally wakes up, she's alone and covered with a blanket that still smells like a certain red-haired man. And she's alone, left to wander the Zones while every other Killjoy has relocated to Battery City. Despite all the warnings she's received in various notes, Paranoia wastes no time heading after her boys. But once there, she discovers that things are not the way they used to be, and all she has now are questions: Where is Party? Why do the other three seem so angry with him? Who is Harley Rose? And what's the matter with Kobra? Secrets begin to come unraveled, and everything gets shot to hell. Rehab centers, karate lessons, and prison sentences aside, something's up, and Paranoia is ready to let her fists fly to solve all her problems. You've seen the paranoia. Now here comes the violence.