Bangchan is a k-pop idol who adores his members. On a nice day where the members were taking a rest for the week a female had requested to be a backup dancer for StrayKids (you) later on after you have been accepted Bangchan grows a soft likeness towards you.
After surviving a catastrophic particle accelerator explosion, a young woman gains deadly ultraviolet powers she can’t yet control. Scared and on the run, she accidentally harms those around her—until The Flash brings her to S.T.A.R. Labs. There, with guidance and training, she learns to harness her energy, master her abilities, and step out of the shadows. Not every hero starts out heroic—but sometimes, they find their way anyway. 
This is the same as my other love story but with Lee Know as the lover in this story, now same goes you are becoming a stray kids back up dancer and you succeeded in making the team, after a while you and Lee know get to talk more about each other’s interests.
After returning from a difficult mission, the Avengers discovered an abandoned newborn crying in the tower lobby, wrapped in a blanket with a mysterious note. Natasha gently took the baby into her arms, and the team quickly realized their lives were about to change. A year later, the baby—now named Olivia—had grown into a joyful toddler who filled the tower with laughter instead of strategy meetings. As she began learning to speak, Tony and Steve playfully argued over what her first word was. In
The helicopter blades cut through the bright island air, the ocean below stretching endlessly in glittering blues as Isla Nublar came into view — lush, alive, and hiding far more than it showed.
You were on a solo missions, not your first one. You had done a final sweep and had gone into a warehouse. You moved quietly through the dim warehouse corridors, every step careful and controlled, your focus locked on the mission. Back at Avengers Tower, the comms channel had gone silent nearly an hour ago—but no one noticed at first. On your end, the quiet felt normal during a stealth sweep… until the shadows shifted. By the time you realized something was wrong, it was almost too late. Figures rushed you from both sides, the ambush snapping shut as your hand instinctively flew to your comm. Static. The line was dead. No backup. Across the city in Avengers Tower, Bruce frowned at the monitoring screen, fingers hovering over the console. The channel had been quiet too long. “Uh… guys?” he said slowly, unease creeping into his voice. “She hasn’t checked in for over an hour.”
Rain lashed against the glass of Avengers Tower as the Quinjet settled onto the landing platform, engines whining down after a long, grueling mission. The team stepped out into the cold downpour, exhausted and soaked within seconds, boots splashing across the slick surface as thunder rolled over Manhattan. They were halfway to the entrance when a thin, fragile cry cut through the storm. Everyone froze. Steve turned first, scanning the shadows near the base of the tower, and there—tucked against the wall beneath the overhang—sat a small basket, rain dripping from its edges. Inside, wrapped in damp blankets, was a newborn baby, face red from crying, tiny hands reaching blindly into the night. Without hesitation, Steve shrugged off his jacket and lifted the child carefully into his arms as the others formed a silent shield against the rain, the weight of battle still on them but already replaced by something far more urgent.