she was recruited for the Avengers after Sokovia attack from Ultron, she was against them at the beginning. But when she knew the truth of ultron, she helped them to defeat him.
The Avengers were a team. A makeshift family, made up of heroes who, deep down, carried more scars than victories. Between battles against gods, alien armies, and impossible threats, they learned to trust each other. At least, on the surface.
In the 1940s, Brooklyn was a simple but vibrant place. The streets were filled with streetcars and young laughter, although the shadow of war stretched a little further each day.
The world had changed, but some ghosts remained the same. Steve Rogers had woken up a little over seventy years ago, still trying to understand this new century: cities he'd never seen, technology that seemed like magic, and people whose loyalty was impossible to measure with a glance.
We met each other when he was nine and I was fourteen, he was a little boy and I am the princess of Naboo. He came back after ten years Now he grew up and is not the little boy anymore, but he keeps being sweet as always. We start a friendship again, we like to train together and spend time in the gardens, we like each other but no one of us says anything, we are too proud to admit it
Everything begins on Coruscant, shortly after the victory over the Separatists, as the Republic tries to rebuild itself after the war. Anakin Skywalker, increasingly powerful but also increasingly tormented, is assigned to dangerous missions that constantly confront him with death and galactic corruption. His dreams of losing Padmé, now his secret love, consume him and fill him with anxiety.
Avengers Tower was almost silent, as if the entire building had decided to hold its breath. In one of the upper rooms, Peter stood at the edge of the window, the city stretching out below like an ocean of lights. He didn't know why he'd come up there; he'd only felt the urge, a pressure behind his chest, a calling that wasn't entirely his own.
"come home and shout at me. come and fight me. come home and hit me. come home and break my heart, if that's what you want. just come home. come home to me."
It's summer in Hawkins. Starcourt's neon lights are twinkling, and the town is buzzing with teenagers having fun, all while the threat of the Upside Down lurks in the shadows.
Summer in Avonlea had an ancient calm, made of leaves rustling in the wind and the gentle murmur of the river running alongside the road. The evenings smelled of apples and freshly cut hay, and the laughter of children drifted into the fields, as if time was in no hurry to move forward.
In the Targaryen annals, maesters wrote of wars, betrayals, and kings who burned in their own flames. But there are stories that parchment cannot bear, truths that the fire whispers only to those who dare to hear.
The city was weary of the rain. It fell relentlessly on the sunken streets, on the torn signs, on the faces that avoided looking at anyone for too long. Gotham seemed to be silently crumbling, as if waiting for someone—or something—to push it into the abyss.
Summer in Avonlea had an ancient calm, made of leaves rustling in the wind and the gentle murmur of the river running alongside the road. The evenings smelled of apples and freshly cut hay, and the laughter of children drifted into the fields, as if time was in no hurry to move forward.
Luke Howland has dedicated much of his life to ingesting toxic substances into his body, living under the shadows of his memories, forcing himself to shed every breath of certainty. Just when he thinks he's on the brink of his life, his dreams shattered, Hasley Weigel appears to be the lifeline he so desperately needed.