I look at each of them amusingly. "Ok, let me see if I can get this right." I point to the white haired woman to the left of me. "Storm," she nods her head. "Cyclops." "Wolverine," He doesn't acknowledge me, the scowl never leaving his face. Then I turn to baldy in front of me. "And what do they call you... Wheels?" ***** Loren's life has always been a mix of smothered whispers and sudden outbursts, like a storm always on the horizon. In her world, where silence was a rare luxury, she learned early to keep her head down and her fists clenched. Home was less a haven and more a battleground, with every day bringing its own skirmish against shadows that lurked with a monster in them. After a fateful confrontation, her world is turned upside down. Now at Xavier's School for Gifted freaks- Sorry, Youngsters- Loren spots an opportunity not for healing, but for hiding. It's a perfect chance to fade into the background, avoiding the complications of her recent upheaval. Her plan? Simple. no ties, no allegiance to this bizarre concept of "mutant pride" that seems to permeate the halls, and most certainly no enlistment into their laughable excuse for a superhero team, donned in nothing but unitard spandex - the X-Men. With walls firmly erected and her guard perpetually up, Loren's intent is to navigate this new chapter with the same strategy that's always kept her safe: stay solitary, stay cynical, and stay out of the spotlight. But as the days unfold, laced with unexpected camaraderie, unspoken understandings, and the subtle realization that she might not be the only one fighting inner demons, Loren begins to question the feasibility of her plan. Is it possible that amidst a band of so-called freaks and in a place she reluctantly calls sanctuary, she could find something she wasn't even aware she was searching for? #1 in x-men 07/22/26 #1 in wolverine 04/18/25 #1 in jeangrey 06/11/25 #1 in marvel 08/16/24 #1 in charlesxavier 06/10/24 #1 in foundfamily 10/28/24

"I gave my blood sweat and tears for this?" ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘓𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘺. 𝙎𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙁𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ Follows Age of Ultron. Very large canon divergence, multiple OCs.

❝Zariah Petrova wasn't like the others.❞ ❝She was different.❞ Following the defection of Natasha Romanoff, the Red Room conspired a way to create a new top student. A perfect weapon in the form of a little red-headed girl. But Natasha had thought she'd wiped out the Red Room, erased it from existence when she'd converted to SHEILD. Yet now her replacement emerges and she's forced to confront a past she'd long since tried to bury. Zariah is a machine, a heartless killer without remorse. Natasha is simply trying to do better in this world, make up for all of the lives she's taken. How will the two hold up when their conflicting interests are forced to collide? Will they make it out to the light on the other end? Or both fall victim to the nightmares that plague their mind, of a place long hidden in the shadows? Welcome to the panic room.

The Red Room is all Sofja Ivanova knows, being 16 and raised, no, trained here ever since she can remember. It's a harsh reality, one no girl inside those walls in the cold of Russia can escape. And with it being her reality, Sofja wants to show that she can be something. The assassin they want her to be. The other girls in her age group are just as determinated as Sofja herself, comparison a daily struggle, after all they are all raised to fight against each other. Because the Red Room is no place for weakness. For second thoughts. For friends, or god forbid - feelings. But what if there comes a new girl, or so Sofja thought, that shows her what it means to feel? To Care? Giving her the view of what the red room really is. What they do to those girls. - This is my first try on writing a own story, so please bear with me - I don't know where we are headed, but my intention is to show a harsher side of the Red Room, one we sadly didn't get.

Rozie Barnes wasn't a child, not in the eyes of HYDRA at least. All she was to those scientists was a number, a lab rat that had been carefully created by them, put together with pieces that would stay there forever. Her voice didn't matter to them because they didn't see her as human, she was just the sound you could hear echoing through the halls at night. The voice she thought would get ignored forever, that was until Natasha Romanoff took her in after Rozie was rescued from the people that didn't want to let go of something they saw as a weapon. Months in which she got shown what her childhood was supposed to look like, slowly learning that not everyone wanted to hurt her. Learning that she could trust people. But when secrets rise to the surface, trust starts to drown. { { { TikTok: digitalstar.wp

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Nadja Borevna Novikov was the greatest in her age group. She was the star widow in the Red Room and all she ever wanted to do was be greater than the Black Widow could've been. At 15 years old, normal girls that age would be curling their hair and painting their nails but Nadja wasn't normal. She could never be normal. All she wanted was to be the best. tiktok: avvkwardsilencewp .☘︎ ݁˖ 2024 @avvkwardsilence started : 30/09:24 finished : ? DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE MARVEL/MCU STORYLINES OR CHARACTERS AND ONLY OWN MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND THEIR STORYLINES.

Pietra Maximoff A little girl, named after her uncle, had a great life. She had a family who cared for her, and She loved them with her whole heart. She had her brother who all three had a bond that could never be broken. She was living her best life She just wished She didn't feel peoples pain

𝙭𝙫𝙞𝙞𝙞. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 Meeting Teen has been both a blessing and a curse. Maeve knew that there was something wrong with her, take it from the flying objects around her when she was anxious or the flicker of light. But she just thought she was crazy, too absorbed in her own little bubble to pay attention to the real world. Until she befriended that emo kid and she realised that there was someone that understood her and the crazy stuff she could do. ¹ˢᵗ #wandamaximoff 12/24/24 ¹ˢᵗ #billymaximoff 7/19/25 ¹ˢᵗ #spoilers 11/03/24 ¹ˢᵗ #agathaallalong 11/05/24 ¹ˢᵗ #marvelfanfic 11/07/24 ¹ˢᵗ #maximoff 12/03/24 ¹ˢᵗ #wandavision 01/13/25 ³ʳᵈ #agathaharkness 11/17/24