There's more to being inhuman than having powers and saving the world. Meet Daisy Johnson, the quirky, beautiful inhuman extraordinaire whose typical day consists of tracking the bad guys, kicking their asses and all the while keeping her curls on point. She fights for the good side and believes that Shield will bring peace to humanity. And then there's Lincoln Campbell, the golden boy with the dark past. Skeptic, complex, and brooding, Lincoln is lost and confused. He tries to put his trust to the one person he believes can help him. Possessing powers far stronger than his control, will he finally see reason? And can love really conquer all? All for the love of Lincoln Campbell and Daisy Johnson. OTP. An addition to my favorite ships! #Sparky #SparkPlug #Tremors #Quake #StaticQuake #Sklincoln #Skylin

~ W A T T P A D F E A T U R E D ~ A Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton origin story. ❝My name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova and I work for the KGB. But my life is something of a lie. I work for no one. I work for myself. And I always work alone. I have a very specific skill set. I have charm. I have wit. I have sex appeal. I play to the common weaknesses of men, pulling them in on an invisible thread, ensnaring them in my inescapable web and striking mercilessly like a poisonous spider. For that reason, they call me the Black Widow. I'm cunning, ruthless and utterly unstoppable. I am a one woman fighting machine. I can do more damaged unarmed than most people could do armed. ❞ ❝My name is Clinton Francis Barton and I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm the deadliest agent they have on a squad of suits and scientists. I'm the masked vigilante with a bow and arrow and I never miss. I have keen eyes. I have perfect aim. I have agility. I can shoot down any adversary from any distance, and they never see me coming. They call me Hawkeye, because I have the vision of a bird of prey and I strike just as precisely. I'm strong, I'm dexterous and utterly remarkable. I'm a one man invasion. I can cause more destruction with a Palaeolithic weapon than most people can do with a gun.❞ Two nomadic souls; one American, one Russian. Completely unlike one another. Or so they think. This is a tale of prejudice, politics and passion in Budapest. #60 in Fanfiction (23/10/2015)

The story continues after the events of Kiss Me in the Rain. Years have passed since Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff shared their first kiss under the rain and went their separate ways, trying to rebuild their lives in a fragile world. But when a devastating conflict forces the Avengers onto opposing sides, old wounds resurface. Loyalties are tested. Love and duty collide once more. As the storm of civil war rises, Steve and Natasha must face the painful question: can something once broken ever be whole again? This is the second part of a five-part journey, where love, sacrifice, and fate are put to the ultimate test.

Natasha and Steve finally realize that they have feelings for each other, but are struggling to act on those feelings, leading to Nat going away to figure her life out and Steve going on a voyage to look for his old friend. Soon they will be reunited, but the question is... When? And at what cost?

This is a Romanogers fanfic I began posting on my instagram account "@romanogersotp" , but after a lot of request I promised to put it here on wattpad as well. Anyway, this is a new Romanogers story just like all the other ones I'm writing. I really hope you'll enjoy!! :)

After the war with Ultron there was a few simple months of peace. That is until a mission stirs up some strange discoveries. A blue box, a mysterious girl, a secret place, a large scorched X, and a code that only one person knows. With the other avengers off on their own quests it is up to the old gang to figure out who is planting these objects and why do they want a specific Avenger to find them? Continue reading and your questions will be answered in this story of adventure and action. Where emotions run high and strings pulled taught. Will the team make it through with everyone in tact? "I had nothing to do with that. Some of it yes, but that no. Either fate brought you here, or you made something out of nothing. You brought yourself here! Call it a coincidence but you will always be destined to carry the mark! The red will never fade from your ledger! After all, red is a widow's trademark!"