Loki's hostage

Loki's hostage

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You're Steves younger Sister, by 2 years, Amelia Rogers. As soon as Stark saw the serum work with Steve, he made more. You volunteered, and well, Stark didn't put up much of a protest, as in his mind, it worked for Steve it should for you too. And so it did. You joined Steve, fighting alongside each other, and both becoming Avengers. You were both Lucky, you weren't taken by the Blip, others not so, including Bucky, both of your closest friend, you would however say you were slightly closer, after a few nights spent together, of which if Steve knew, would probably kill him. All of your private life is always kept that way, private, he's overly protective, and you guess, what Steve doesn't know, wont hurt him. But something unexpected happens and you're away from Steve for the first time in years. Giving you time to find yourself and maybe someone else along the way. *includes explicit descriptive scenes * I base my stories on marvel. Amelia Rogers is my own creation
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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