It was a cold February in Russia when the Avengers went on a mission to destroy a Hydra base. They didn't expect to find a sixteen year old lying unconscious in the snow with a stab wound in her abdomen. When she wakes the only thing she can remember is her name: Valentina Truskova. Author's Note: English isn't my first language, but I'll do my best to keep the text mistake free. Warning: This story may contain serious themes, including self-harm and trauma. If you are currently struggling, please know you are not alone and help is available. Take care of yourself and read at your own pace. All Marvel characters belong to their owners.

Stratus doesn't shout, doesn't burn. She lingers-low, heavy, unshakable. The storm doesn't need to rage to be devastating. Lira Vetrovina was a name once spoken in a softer world-before the cold halls, the forced silence, and the years spent imprisoned in Hydra's grasp. There, her memories were not just reshaped but suppressed-pressed down into fog and static until she could no longer tell which parts of herself were real and which had been constructed. Even the face she loved most was dimmed into nothing but dreams and flashes. There, she became Stratus. A designation, not an identity. A presence without noise. A weapon that arrived before anyone noticed the sky had darkened.

alpha!ceo!Natasha Romanoff x omega!fem!reader Rushed by loss and besieged by enemies, Natasha seeks an heir in the enigmatic omega, Y/N. Their first encounter sparks intrigue, but Natasha's iron walls threaten to extinguish the fragile connection before it ignites, leaving the future of her empire shrouded in mystery.

She didn't mean to fall for her. She just needed a place to land. You can sleep in her shadow, but you'll never be safe there. Wanting her was inevitable. Surviving it wasn't. She kissed like silence and ruined everything loud. ⸻ You're Tony Stark's daughter - reckless, brilliant, and emotionally bulletproof. At least, that's what everyone thinks. You drink too much. Fight too hard. Sleep with strangers because it's easier than staying. Until your father drags you to the Avengers Compound, hoping structure might straighten you out. It doesn't. But she does. Natasha Romanoff is discipline and fire. You're chaos and deflection. She trains you, tolerates you, watches you burn. You swear you don't want her - not really. But you start sleeping in the spaces she leaves behind. And before long, her shadow is the only place that feels like home. You're not ready to love anyone. But you've already started.

❝ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 ❞ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛, Mila Hawthorne knew most, if not all, of Valentina Allegra de Fontaine's secrets and plans, it was just something that came with her job as her bodyguard. With that title she thought it would grant her at least some immunity when Valentina began hiding all the evidence of her wrong doings, but when Mila is sent to an old facility to ensure that the remaining loose ends are "dealt with" the last thing she expected was to be considered a loose end herself, one that needed to be burned alive. 𝗙𝗘𝗠!𝗢𝗖 𝘅 𝗔𝘃𝗮 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗿 Short enemies to lovers 🏆#2 in Ava Starr 5/18/25

Thousands of voices. Some whisper. Others scream. They live inside her - ancient, alive, and wicked. Morra wasn't born with power. She wasn't bitten by a spider. She wasn't exposed to gamma radiation. Her father - a Hydra scientist - tried to turn her into a weapon, but every serum failed. Years of pain, tests, and disappointment. All for nothing. Until one day, an artifact arrived. Old, covered in cryptic markings, unearthed from the ruins of a lost civilization. It wasn't just a relic - it was a prison. Inside were beings whose names are no longer spoken. Creatures. Entities. Cursed souls, banished beyond reality. And only Morra became the key. When she touched the artifact, it chose her. Now she's a vessel. Through her, they can speak. Act. Kill. Morra is not a god. Not a hero. But with what lives inside her - she could end the world.

It sounded like people were going flying left right and center. A cacophony of noises I had never heard before and definitely not able to tell what they were coming from were echoing around whatever room my box was in. It was a rather large room from what I could tell. The sound of an impact and the sound of the eventual crash of an individual had at least a second gap. Which was a terrifying thought. Someone was sending these people flying. And to make matters worse my box rumbled again after what sounded like a bomb echoed around me. Oh great, more gunshots. I guess today is the day I die. --- Thunderbolts*, but what if there was another human experiment besides Bob?

Alice Maddison thought working at a lakeside retreat would be peaceful. She was wrong. When a mysterious woman named Val books an exclusive superhero team for a week-long "wellness experience," Alice is tasked with guiding them through spa days, herbal tea workshops, and bonding activities. Problem is: the Thunderbolts are not normal guests. There's yelling during yoga. Glitter in the herbal infusions. Knife-sharpening during journaling hour. And one very sweet, very overwhelmed man named Bob who can't handle being massaged without blushing. It's not exactly the serene lake vacation Alice signed up for-but at this point, it's massage them or murder them. Either way, someone's going to lose their towel.