It started long before the war—back when you, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes were just kids running through the streets of Brooklyn. You were inseparable, bound by laughter, scraped knees, and dreams too big for the world you lived in. What you didn’t know then was that both boys were hopelessly in love with you—each too loyal to the other to ever say a word.
At Hogwarts, everyone knows Theodore Nott hates you—and you hate him right back. Not the petty, childish kind of hate either. No. The kind that sizzles, burns, and makes the air around you vibrate whenever your eyes meet.
You and Theodore Nott have always hated each other. It’s not the playful kind of hate, either—it’s venom, it’s fire, it’s late-night arguments that end with someone slamming the door hard enough to shake the Slytherin common room.
You’re an Avenger — but not the kind they expected. You’re unpredictable, chaotic, and somehow, it works. You don’t play by anyone’s rules (not even Fury’s), and that’s what makes you dangerous… and kind of everyone’s favorite headache.
When you first met Lorenzo Birkshire, he seemed charming in that classic Slytherin way — smooth words, perfect smirk, and the kind of gaze that makes your pulse trip over itself. You’re a Ravenclaw, though. You notice things. You analyze. You don’t fall for pretty lies.
It’s been years since the world moved on from the Blip. The battles are over, the heroes are scattered, and the golden age of the Avengers has faded into memory. You, once an Avenger yourself, have become a ghost of the person you were. The world you fought to protect feels hollow without the team — without him. Steve Rogers walked away. He handed off the shield, chose a life in the past, and left the rest of you to pick up the pieces.
Being Dustin Henderson’s older sister is already a full-time job—patching him up after his dumb science experiments, hiding his snacks from the gremlins he calls friends, and trying (failing) to keep him out of trouble. But lately, there’s one problem bigger than all of Hawkins combined:
You’ve grown up surrounded by superheroes — your dad, Tony Stark, being the most impossible one to hide anything from. Between training sessions with Natasha, sparring lessons from Steve, and movie nights with Thor and Bruce, the Avengers Tower has always been home.
In 1943, as America plunges into World War II, Aedeelia Rogers watches her twin brother, Steve Rogers, transform from a frail dreamer into the heroic Captain America. But Aedeelia has her own fight to face. Fierce, compassionate, and unyieldingly brave, she refuses to sit idle while the world burns. When her childhood friend—and Steve’s best friend—James “Bucky” Barnes enlists, Aedeelia’s heart follows him into the war.
When Scott Lang is officially welcomed into the Avengers, his daughter Jodie Lang suddenly finds her quiet, normal life flipped upside down. She’s dragged into the world of genius billionaires, superheroes, and—worst of all—Evangeline Stark, Tony Stark’s daughter.
You’re an Avenger — and your power? The weather itself. Storms, sunlight, wind, lightning — all bend to your will. Ever since you joined the team, there’s been one person who’s particularly fascinated (and maybe slightly threatened) by that fact: Thor.
You and Bucky Barnes have never exactly gotten along. Not in the snarky, flirtatious way people joke about — in the genuine, “you make my blood boil” kind of way. Or at least, that’s how it seems to everyone else. The two of you can’t be in the same room for more than ten minutes without trading barbs. To most of the team, it looks like you hate him.
You’re the daughter of Steve Rogers — Captain America himself. Which sounds way cooler than it actually is. Sure, you’ve got enhanced reflexes, a mean right hook, and a father who’s literally a living legend, but you’ve also got rules. So many rules.
Aedeelia Remington and Evangeline Charmicheal return to London after years away, polished not only by refinement but by an education their fathers fiercely insisted upon—an unusual advantage in a society that prizes beauty over intellect in its daughters. Alongside their dearest friend, Daphne Bridgerton, they are immediately the talk of the ton. Too lovely, too graceful, and too seemingly innocent to be compared, Queen Charlotte herself declares the impossible: she cannot choose a single Diamond. Instead, she names them the Crown Jewels—three girls so precious the season will revolve around them.
You’re Tony Stark’s teenage daughter—smart, sarcastic, and just a little too reckless for your father’s peace of mind. Between sneaking out with your best friend Peter Parker and tagging along on the occasional “totally unauthorized” mission, you’ve made a name for yourself as the Stark kid who refuses to stay in the tower.
In a kingdom where alliances matter more than hearts, you—the princess—are commanded by your father to marry a foreign prince and secure peace. That prince is Thane Vaelor, noble, gentle, and dutiful… yet hiding a truth as dangerous as your own: he is hopelessly in love with a knight. And you? You’ve already given your heart away—to the castle jester, Joren Hale, the boy who grew up slipping into your balcony with jokes, flowers, and dreams of freedom you were never allowed to have.
You’ve lived next door to Peter Parker for as long as you can remember. He’s always been the boy who helped carry your groceries, shared late-night snacks through the window between your rooms, and made you laugh until your sides hurt. You’ve both grown up side by side, separated only by a few feet of brick and glass — two lives running parallel.
Evangaline Nott and Aedeelia Riddle have been inseparable since childhood—two girls growing up in the shadow of infamous older brothers who seem to have declared an unspoken war over their friendship.
You’re an Avenger — that’s what you do. Save the world. Fight the impossible. Keep going, even when it hurts. But nothing in all your battles could’ve prepared you for this — for sharing the same team as your ex-husband.
You’re an Avenger. You’ve faced gods, aliens, and impossible battles—but nothing quite prepared you for this. When the Winter Soldier was finally brought in, broken and wary, the team knew he needed stability… something gentler than the sterile walls of the compound. After much debate, the Avengers agreed he’d stay with you.
You’ve always been Scott Lang’s daughter—which means you’ve spent most of your life balancing between “normal teenager” and “occasionally helps fix a broken Ant-Man suit.” After years in San Francisco, your dad got called to work more closely with the Avengers, which meant packing up everything and moving to Manhattan, New York.