"Let's give Peter a little hug from another Stark."

4 Older brothers 2 loving parents And are all overprotective of me... My name is Amber and this is my story on how I survive in my family home with crazy protective brothers that don't let me lift a finger. SNEAK PEAK: "What's that your holding?" I ask my brother Grey curiously, he currently has one hand behind his back and his shoulder leaning casually against the bathroom door. He reveals his hidden hand and stretches it out to me, I gasp when I see what he's giving me. "Why do you have Tampons Grey?!" I ask with a confused and shocked look while eyeing the colourful box before me. "According to my phone's calendar, your period is due in a few days and I want my cutie to be prepared." "But why Grey?" "Because whatever goes in and out of my princess, I want to know about." DISCLAIMER!! The relationships between Amber and her brothers is weird. I have written it to be weird so please have that in mind before you start reading. And please don't judge. NO INCEST IN THIS BOOK!

When two friends are sucked into a world only known to them on the silver screen, they meet their favourite marvel characters and adventures and relationships occur.

Thor: Ragnarok - The Avengers: Infinity War - The Avengers: Endgame __________________________________________________________ Tony stark gave his life so we could make something of ours. *EDITING SPRING OF 2023*

❝I will never forget the way you made me feel like I was everything, and I will never forget the way you made me feel like I was nothing.❞ A cliché tale in which two best friends are head over heels in love with each other, but both are too afraid to admit it. [mostly social media] [book one] [Highest ranking: #4 in fanfiction as of 7/1/16]

"i know you, i've met you before. in one of my dreams, my n i g h t m a r e s."

It was 5 years ago when I found her. She was dying of starvation. She seems as if she had given up on life. I laughed at that, but there was something about her that made me want to take her in. Her innocence was clearly seeable. Her beauty was as if she was merely just a sleeping child. I took her in. Nourished her and nursed her back to health. I cared for her, and upon my request, she joined the league. She was careless. She fought with a fire, a purpose, with a history. A history she would never speak of. She would tell me bits and pieces but refused to tell me her whole past. I resented her for this, but she always won back my love. My father never approved. I loved her and all he saw her as was a weakness to me. She wasn't a weakness. She strengthened me. She made me feel powerful she made me see the good in my father. He tried to make her leave. All she did was let out a laugh, whereas others shook in fear of the demon. I slowly found my self-falling for her deeper and deeper. And now, she's gone.

Let's give this another try. I am unimpressed with my other stories like this, so I will start over.

________ "It's Voldemort, isn't it?" Lily said, her voice shaking. "Who else could it be?" "But who could have done it under Dumbledore's - and Moody's - noses?" James raised his eyebrows. _________ Don't we all believe in "What if's" ? "What if Lily and James had survived?" "What if Wormtail hadn't betrayed them?" Delve into the interpretation of my "What If" for a less sad version of our all time favourite.