Thewhitewidow Stories

After a romantic night, Ilsa says goodbye to her girlfriend Grace. She steps in her car to go home but fate had other plans in store. When Ilsa's old friend Alanna Mitsopolis comes in the picture, Grace starts raising questions. this is not worthy for ao3 and ignore spelling mistakes, cba rn xx

Natalia Romanova. Natasha Romanoff. Natalie Rushman. An avenger. A hero. A daughter. A sister. A dead body. She died because Clint Barton had a family. A wife. Three kids. But Natasha had a family too. Two families. The Avengers and The Widows. So, she left them behind to save the world. To bring her family back that had been dusted by Thanos. Her mother. Her father. Her two little sisters. All left to grieve. Until they got an offer. An offer to kill the man that killed their sister. Clint Barton. They head straight to New York city, not paying any attention to the time of year. Not paying attention to the Christmas spirit. They're too focused on killing Clint Barton. But, in the end, everything changes. They meet Kate Bishop, they meet the real Clint Barton. And again, they are lost. -Hawkeye Spoilers-

ᴄɪᴄᴀᴛʀɪᴢᴇ (v.) to find healing by the process of forming scars. ---------- Osleya Aleksandrova extra's book!

Sylvia Ellis didn't plan on joining a superhero team. But when you wake up half-dead in a crater and the Thunderbolts decide you're funny enough to keep around, you roll with it. She doesn't have powers. She's just really good at shooting things and knowing when to stay quiet. Also: excellent at surviving explosions. Her teammates are chaotic. Her missions are weird. And her older brother Caleb? Totally normal. Works in tech. Sends her dumb memes. Checks in once a week to make sure she's sleeping and not, you know, on fire. Everything is fine. Really. Probably.