[BOOK ONE IN THE CHILDHOOD HERO SERIES] - completed - Captain America was Zoey's Childhood Obsession. She grew up with only her mother there for her, who refused to tell her about her father. She's a freak. She's a genius with mad combat skills that accidentally runs into a man with an eyepatch, more than once. When her mother and stepfather are killed on a holiday, Zoey is hell- bent on revenge for the one responsible, Loki. Zoey learns that only one team can stop him, The Avengers. She joins them, making friends with the other freaks that fight to protect the earth. But what happens if a childhood hero returns?Maybe it's meant to be, and maybe it's connected to her father? Can she find the truth, amongst her story of friends, family, death, hate and love, with a giant intergalactic war raging, that she has to fight in? - - - copyright nainai19 © cover by: jumpstreets

"You and I remember Budapest very differently) So what did happen in Budapest? This story will reveal all the secrets kept by Natasha in the movie "The Avengers" and her lationship to Clint Barton. This story is written in the POV of mostly Natasha but sometimes with Clint. A Clintash story. This story is based off The Avengers 2012 and not any other viariations of Black Widow. This story has NO relation with IronMan 2 because i havent watched it yet so sorry if facts contradict each other or clash. I do not own the charaters. This book cover was NOT made by me, it is fanmade. From who? i dont know.

Nell Watson just can't seem to get it right. Her parents treat her coldly no matter what she does and the one member of her family she could count on, her younger sister Paige, has turned her back on Nell. Now, everything's changing and Nell is starting to think that maybe perfect isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially when she starts slipping up...and liking it. Gray West is not a guy you want to mess with but Nell can't seem to stop herself from losing her famous cool around him. Maybe a little imperfection is all she needs.

This story documents the futile search for finding the answers we so desperately seek, as well as the price of choosing to remain ignorant of all that we are given.