I love black roses,
they're beautiful.
But no one sees them the way I do.
A black rose is something that is so beautiful,
that you forget how dark it is,
something that seems so delicate,
that you forget how much pain it can cause.
Something that seems so good,
you forget that it's evil.
I like to think of myself as a black rose,
I look one way,
but am truly another.
I am not A black rose, I am THE black rose, the unspoken member of the avengers, then again, who would want to spread news of a monster, at least that what I think of myself. Well I do, I want to spread news of this monster, and this is my story.
I only own black rose all other characters belong to marvel.
Ever wonder what drove Howard stark against HYDRA? His daughter y/n Stark, owes her life to it.
At the age of twenty one y/n disappeared and HYDRA was to blame
Presumed dead, you fought against them, your memory was wiped and you became more powerful than the future avengers - but still you fought against HYDRA
frozen in time, for twenty five years - HYDRA decide to give it another go- will they succeed or will your brother come to your aid?
Disclaimers - blood, torture, that kind of stuff, terrible spelling I don't own the characters they belong to marvel (obviously)