Present Mic did love you, he has to love you. Youâre his daughter his biological daughter how could he not see you as his one and only? He didnât. He would rather spend ten minutes with eri then even speak to you. You guys never spoke or trained, he missed your birthday!
The Avengers discover the existence of an illegal hybrid breeding ground operating in secrecy, where experiments are being conducted on captive beings for profit and power. Tracing the operation leads them to a heavily guarded facility hidden from the public eye. As they investigate, the team uncovers disturbing evidence of abuse and exploitation, confirming their worst fears. During the mission, they learn that Y/N is being held prisoner within the compound, targeted for their unique value to the operation. Fighting through security forces and dismantling the facility piece by piece, the Avengers manage to shut down the breeding program and rescue Y/N. The mission leaves a lasting impact on the team, reinforcing their resolve to protect the innocent and prevent such atrocities from ever happening again.
It was a serious mission, one wrong move could cost multiple lifeâs you and Yelena both knew this. But when it was being explained you both cut Tony off by laughing, Yelena snorted and you just couldnât hold it in. And when you were both hiding behind barrels with Bucky and Natasha. You both snorted at the same time,
Youâre snapes daughter and youâre not ugly and yes you got kicked out of bording school for smoking weÄd. You took a strong liking to Harry and Ronâs friend hermoine and she took a liking to you.
Aizawa notices the second your focus slips, even if his eyes look half-lidded and bored. He gives you a brief moment to straighten up, but when you donâtâand because youâre definitely not one of his better studentsâhis patience runs out fast. Without raising his voice, his capture scarf snaps out and slaps sharply against your desk, the sound echoing through the room and jolting you upright. He finally looks at you then, tired eyes unimpressed. Sleeping in class, to him, doesnât mean you already know the materialâit means youâre wasting his time. Thereâs no coffee waiting for you, no quiet mercy; just a flat warning and the expectation that you do better, because effort is the bare minimum, and right now, youâre not meeting it. But five minutes later you fall asleep again.
The youngest Avenger, barely sixteen, stayed quiet as the team regrouped, forcing their steps to stay steady despite the sharp pain tearing through their chest. âMissionâs done,â someone said, already turning toward the quinjet. âYou good, kid?â The teen opened their mouth to answer, to say yeah, Iâm fine, but their voice cracked instead. âIâyeah, just give me a sec,â they muttered, pressing a fist to their ribs. One step forward, then anotherâand suddenly they doubled over. âWaitââ they gasped, a harsh cough cutting them off as blood hit the ground. âHey! Hey, look at me,â another Avenger snapped, panic replacing relief. The teen tried to smile through it, whispering, âDidnât wanna slow you guys down,â before their knees buckled and the mission ended not with victory, but with fear.
You and toga. Youâre both villains u always have been but in secret to the lov youâre dating. You never wanted people to find out youâre lesbian but itâs rather obvious. Toga is a vampire and LOVES to suck yiur blood, especially when sheâs stressed and right now, she definitely is.
At fifteen, she was the youngest Avenger and completely incapable of keeping a thought to herself. âWhy does this plan suck so much?â she blurted during a briefing, immediately followed by, ââI mean, not suck, just⊠aggressively flawed.â The room went silent while she shrank a little but kept going anyway. On missions, her mouth moved faster than her brain: âIs he supposed to look that ugly or did the explosion do that?â she muttered over comms, earning a sharp, âLanguage,â from someone older and tired. She never meant to be rudeâhalf the time she didnât even realize how bad it sounded until she saw the looks on their faces. âWhat? Iâm just saying what everyoneâs thinking,â sheâd argue, defensive but honest. Under the inappropriate comments and accidental insults was a kid who cared fiercely, fought hard, and was still learning when to think before she spokeâeven if the words slipped out anyway.
Rainwater streamed down the brick walls as they advanced, the alley stretching on like a tunnel, every step echoing. âStormâs messing with the scanners,â Tony muttered again, sweeping a repulsor beam across the ground as lightning flashed, briefly revealing a small shape tucked deeper in shadow before darkness swallowed it whole. âStay sharp,â Steve said, raising a hand as thunder boomed, his voice steady against the chaos. Behind a tipped crate, the girl pressed herself smaller, arms wrapped tight around her ribs, long blonde hair hanging heavy and wet as she tried to quiet her breathing, heart pounding louder than the rain. âI donât like this,â Natasha added, eyes narrowing as if she felt something unseen. Thor paused, rain rolling off his armor. âMidgard weeps tonight,â he said softly, another crack of thunder answering him, while just a few feet away, unseen and unheard, the girl squeezed her eyes shut and prayed they would passâor that they wouldnât.
You barely had time to realize your foot had slipped before the world tilted violently, the phone flying from your hand as you crashed down the stairs, your body hitting step after step in a painful blur until your head struck hard at the bottom and everything rang. Pain flooded you, sharp and disorienting, and when you tried to move, a warm trickle slid down your temple. Yelena was there almost instantly, dropping beside you as if pulled by instinct. âHeyâno, donât move,â she said sharply, hands steady as she carefully cradled your head. She looked at her fingers and swore quietly. âOkay. Okay. Youâre bleeding.â Pressing part of her sleeve gently to the cut, she leaned in so you could see her. âLook at me. Stay with me.â
Y/Nâs abilities first appeared at thirteen, small and uncontrolled, drawing the attention of a covert organization that promised help and safety. Instead, Y/N was taken, tested, and trained in secret, treated less like a person and more like a project. They learned quicklyâhow to escape restraints, how to hide fear, how to survive. At fifteen, Y/N broke free during a facility blackout, fleeing with nothing but instinct and power. For months, they stayed on the move, stepping in to stop crimes when they could, never staying long enough to be caught again. Trust became a luxury they couldnât afford.