❝ YOU ARE A WEAPON, AND WEAPONS DO NOT WEEP ❞ [ THE NEMESIS TRILOGY : BOOK 1 ]

Savannah Bricks is a 19 year old girl with special skills that could help a team save the world from new enemies that was never seen on Earth before. She had an ordinary life until she had no other choice than to become a superhero which she didn't want to become. Will she help save the Earth from these new enemies before they take over? Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS OR ANY OTHER MARVEL CHARACTER! Rated PG-13 for violently described action. WARNING: There will be no strong language in this story.

Hazel Anderson started her life in Manhattan when she was fifteen, running from school and social services after her mum died. Now she is settled in New York after finding an abandoned place that costs nothing. She finds time to use her powers for good, like cutting the line in Starbucks or...stealing people's wallets. Okay maybe not so good. But, so what. She's seventeen, she'll move on. She has a path. She'll just continue with what she's doing and see where it takes her, right? Nope, not right. In fact, it's the opposite of right, it's...wrong. When she tries out her powers for good, and gets called out, what happens when a certain super team wants her? Will she join, or continue her life on the streets of Manhattan? (Based on events of Avengers: Age Of Ultron) DISCLAIMER: I do not own any Marvel characters or the storylines from the movies. I only own Hazel and the other characters I make up.

"Hold on!" He asks vehemently. "What do you want?" I ask, irritated. His blue eyes widen and still manage to shine in the dim moonlight, his dark, golden hair looking like a halo on his head. America's golden boy he is. He hesitates at my question, as if he doesn't even know himself. "Why don't you come back with me? I can get you some food, a warm bed, some clean clothes?" He offers kindly. I look at him skeptically. "Back where? Your ivory tower?" I sass. He presses his lips together before jumping to the other dumpster. "Look, I just want to help. It doesn't matter what the press says. They get a lot wrong anyway." He shoots a smile down at me to try and win me over. "Well, that's wonderfully patriotic of you," I hop down and start walking down the alley away from him. "but no thanks." I slip my thumbs under the straps of my backpack and clutch on. Steve Rogers appears next to me in seconds, walking with me. I create distance between us, making sure we don't touch. Before he opens his mouth, I stop us both, my temper flaring up. "Look, I have no interest in being your charity case. I don't want to be in the press, used as an example of how good the Avengers are, or any of that shit. I just want to be left alone!" I huff, pulling my backpack tighter against my back to resist punching Captain America. Steve's eyes go to my still bloody knuckles in the dim light and his eyebrows furrow even further. "Oh, dear god." I complain at seeing more concern on his face. Before he can put a gentle hand on my shoulder and give me a rousing speech about justice or something I kick him hard in the balls. As soon as he leans over I start sprinting. I reach another dumpster and jump on top of it, then leap to the nearest fire escape. Then, I'm on the roof and feel like I'm flying. Some people've gotta learn the hard way; not everyone wants to be saved. SEQUEL 'Into the Ring' IS UP NOW! *I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS. ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE.*

akrasia (n.) -lack of self control *finished* Lainey's life sucks. She's turned into Hydra's weapon, but she doesn't even know it. One day she wakes up in the care of the Avengers, and what she hears she doesn't want to believe. Her life was messed up before, and now it's 12 times worse. Also, I'd like to add that I think the book, writing wise, gets better as you move on. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Marvel characters, only my own like Lainey, her mom, and her dad.