Supernova (Marvel Fanfiction)
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  • Reads 82
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 1
  • Time 8m
Ongoing, First published Jan 01, 2015
I was running, and wind and rain blew in my face. Out of nowhere a man appeared. Half of his face was hidden with a mask, and for some reason there was a slight glint to the side of his body. He reached for me suddenly and I recoiled, but he was faster than me. His hand wrapped around my neck, and I felt the life squeeze out of me. Then everything went black.
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Naomi Watson has only known lies and terror her whole life. Everything is dangerous, and everyone is not to be trusted. At least that was her philosophy until she met Steve Rogers. When the man out of time appears at her door with an unexpected offer caused by mysterious motives, Naomi is left to wonder why S.H.I.E.L.D. wants her, and what will happen if she doesn't follow.
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