Tony Stark
The world changed the day Tony Stark said the unthinkable on camera:
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Steve Rogers
she was recruited for the Avengers. Her abilitiesāthe same as Wanda Maximoff's but Wanda doesnāt existsā Chaos magic, advanced telekinesis, bend the air, mind manipulation, levitation, dream walking, reality creation, teleportation, dark hold usage and magic, power absorbing. sense the emotions of others like echoes inside her chest, energy manipulation, telepathy. The scarlet witch. Steve, on the other hand, was all about control. A man who had lived almost a century and still walked with the calm of someone who had seen it all. She was just a woman learning to understand her place in a world that never stopped changing. He was decades older than herāliterallyāeven though the serum had left his body intact. That difference was felt every time they were together: in his serene gaze in the face of his inner turmoil, in his patience in the face of his impatience. It was as if time itself separated them... and yet, something invisible kept them orbiting each other. She admired him, of course. How could she not? He was Steve Rogers. The man who still believed in the good, even after losing everything. But what she felt wasn't just admiration. And that was her biggest secret. Because every time he smiled or corrected his posture in training, his power trembled beneath her skin. As if her own heart responded to something more than the commands of her mind. Steve, for his part, never said it, but he felt it too. There was something about herāher fire, her strength, the way she fought to stay on her feetāthat reminded him that she could still feel something more than duty. But he knew he shouldn't. She was too old. Too out of her time. And she... was too young, too alive, too full of future to be tied to her past. So neither of them said anything. They just trained, day after day, between suppressed laughter, glances that lasted too long, and silences that said what words couldn't. And, without knowing it, between blows, breaths, and red sparks of power, something began to change. Because there are things that not even Captain America's shield can contain. Not time. Not reason.
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@juliegrinderwalTony Stark
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.
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@juliegrinderwalAnakin
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
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@juliegrinderwalAnakin Skywalker
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 PadmƩ, now his secret love, consume him and fill him with anxiety.
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@juliegrinderwalSteve & Natasha
The world had changed too quickly. An alien invasion of New York was enough to convince governments, militaries, and civilians that heroes weren't just part of the story, but a necessity. Thus was born the idea of āāthe Avengers: bringing together extraordinary people to face impossible threats. But unity didn't guarantee trust. Steve Rogers still felt like an outsider in a century he didn't understand. The technology, the culture, even the way people spokeāit was all too foreign. For him, the duty was clear, but the closeness with his new teammates was far from established. Natasha Romanoff, on the other hand, had the habit of trusting no one in her blood. Spy, assassin, survivor. Her life had been a chain of broken loyalties and buried secrets. For her, the word "team" was just a useful facade. From that contrast, their relationship was born: a soldier out of time and a woman accustomed to the shadows. At first, they barely tolerated each other, seeing each other as necessary cogs in a machine they hadn't been asked to build. However, missions have a strange power: they force you to show who you are when the bullet fires, when the enemy lurks and there's no other way out but to trust the person at your side. And so, amid awkward silences, clashes of ideals, and moments of shared danger, what began as mere coexistence would transform into something deeper: an unbreakable complicity. The path wouldn't be easy. Because before learning to save the world together, they would have to learn to trust each other.
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@juliegrinderwalNightwing
BlĆ¼dhaven never slept, but that night seemed more restless than ever. Rain fell in gusts on the ancient buildings, carrying the echoes of solitary footsteps and distant sirens. In the gloom of an alley, a coded message flickered on Nightwing's communicator. The information was clear: a weapons shipment was about to fall into the wrong hands, and someone extremely dangerous was involved.
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@juliegrinderwalThor
They say the gods feel no fear. They say shadows don't love. But in a forgotten corner of the sky, thunder met night... and for a moment, the entire universe held its breath. Thor Odinson, son of Asgard, wielder of lightning, had fought a thousand battles and faced giants, titans, and gods. But he had never understood silence. Not until he met her. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was a mystery woven with scars. A spy without a past, an assassin without redemption. She had learned to hide her soul even from the mirror. But he... he looked at her as if he truly saw her. And that was what frightened her most. They met amid fire and war, on a field where the sky burned. At first, she saw him like all other powerful men: a distraction. He, on the other hand, saw her as something the thunder could never reachā¦ a shadow daring him to descend. In time, they discovered something neither gods nor spies should allow: an impossible connection. He was the lightning that split the heavens. She was the darkness that held it back. And when fate brought them together in a storm that threatened to destroy both worlds, they understood it wasn't about love or redemptionā¦ but something far more dangerous: hope. Because even thunder needs a shadow to know where to fall.
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@juliegrinderwalBucky Barnes 40ās
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. In that setting, three friends met and forged a bond that, unknowingly, would mark them forever. Steve Rogers, with his heart bigger than his body, was the thread that united them. Natasha Romanoff, a young woman with a strong character and serene gaze, came into their lives like a breath of fresh air: she was neither a spy nor a soldier, just a girl who dreamed of a peaceful future. James Buchanan Barnes, always with a confident smile, was charged with looking after Steve, although deep down he also needed someone to look after him. Their friendship was born in everyday life: in simple conversations in a Brooklyn bar, in walks under the warm streetlights, in nights where what mattered wasn't tomorrow, but the company of today. Between them, there was a connection that seemed unbreakable, a refuge in the midst of a world that was beginning to darken. Before the war, before the losses, there was shared laughter and silent promises. And in that small corner of time, a story was born that none of the three would ever forget.
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@juliegrinderwalNatasha Romanoff
St. Petersburg, winter of 1928. The city slept under a veil of ice. Within the walls of a palace almost forgotten by history, a little girl cried in the arms of a woman with a pale face and exhausted gaze. The girl's name was Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Her surname weighed like a curse. She descended, though it hardly mattered anymore, from a minor branch of the Romanov family, the one that had ruled Russia before the revolution. When the Bolsheviks took power, the royal line was extinguished in blood. But Natalia was savedāor damnedāby the intervention of a man in a dark uniform and a soulless smile: Ivan Petrovich Bezukhov. "The future needs guardians, not martyrs," Ivan told her as he pulled her from the fire that was devouring the palace. Thus began the story of the girl who would grow up without a homeland, without a family, and without a name of her own.
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@juliegrinderwalBucky Barners
I remember it as if it were a dream that should never have existed.
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@juliegrinderwalBucky & Yelena
The past doesn't disappear. It just changes shape. Yelena Belova knew that better than anyone. She'd tried to bury her years in the Red Room under missions, sarcasm, and rehearsed smiles. But every time she closed her eyes, the voice of her former instructors returned. Precise. Cold. Inevitable. Bucky Barnes understood that burden. He'd spent more time obeying orders than breathing of his own free will. Every day was a reminder of what he had been and what he could never be again. A soldier created for war, trying to find a place in peace. When Nick Fury proposed integrating them into the new Avengers lineup, the decision wasn't popular. Too unpredictable, some said. Too broken, everyone thought. But the world needed warriors who understood the cost of their decisions. And, in that, no one surpassed Yelena Belova and Bucky Barnes. From the first training session, a clash was inevitable. She moved with fierce, almost impulsive precision. He, with the methodical patience of a predator. They exchanged no pleasantries, only blows and restrained glances. It was as if the universe had designed them to challenge each other. Yelena considered him arrogant. Bucky thought her reckless. But beneath every provocation lay something deeper, something neither of them had the courage to acknowledge: the reflection of their own pain. Two survivors who pretended to have overcome the past, finding their mirror in each other. Over time, they shared missions, wounds, and awkward silences. Neither spoke of trust, but they practiced it without realizing it. When things got dangerous, the others knew they could count on them. Not because they got along, but because they understood what it meant to protect somethingāor someoneāwith everything they were. In the operations report, Natasha Romanoff wrote a single line about them: āBelova and Barnes can't stand each other. But they save each other. Always.ā Perhaps, Fury thought as he read it, that was the closest thing to love that two soldiers like them could ever know.
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@juliegrinderwalSteve Rogers & Natasha Romanoff ENDGAME
The world had changed. Half of all life vanished in an instant, and what remained was silence. The heroes who once protected it now walked like shadows. At Avengers headquarters, Natasha Romanoff was the one who still refused to give up. Every dawn found her in front of the monitors, searching for signals that didn't exist. Steve Rogers usually arrived soon after, silent, steadfast, as if his mere presence was enough to sustain her. "You can't save them all," he told her one morning. "And you can't stop trying," she replied. For a moment, the silence between them spoke louder than any words. āø» One day, the headquarters door opened and Scott Lang appeared, disheveled, almost incredulous that he was alive. He brought a theory: the Quantum Realm. Time, he said, didn't flow the same there. Maybe they could use it to go backā¦ and undo the Snap. It was madness, but also the first spark of hope in years. They sought out Tony Stark, the only one capable of making it possible. But he was no longer Iron Man; he lived with Pepper and their daughter, Morgan, in peace. "I've had my second chance," he said, refusing. "I'm not going to risk it." Natasha looked down, disappointed. Steve just murmured, "He'll come back. He always does." And he came back. One night, the genius solved the impossible. He arrived at the headquarters at dawn, carrying a briefcase and a look that mixed fear and faith. "I'm not promising anything," he said, "but I think I found my way back." āø» For weeks, the headquarters breathed again. Bruce, Tony, and Scott built the quantum tunnel. Clint was located, Rocket and Nebula returned, and the Avengers were back. At night, Natasha and Steve shared silence in front of the blue reactor. "Did you ever think it would come to this?" she asked. "No," he replied. "But if this works, you'll have a second chance too." "I don't have anyone waiting for me." "Then you'll have me." Their gazes met. And for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to disappear. āø» When the tunnel lit up, everyone held their breath. The quantum light illuminated their tired faces, reflecting something they hadn't felt in a long time: hope. It was the beginning of the journey that would change the fate of the universe... and also that of two hearts that, unknowingly, were about to meet in the middle of time.
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@juliegrinderwalBucky & Natasha
In the Red Room, there were no nights, only training cycles. The sun was a memory that served no purpose, and clocks were forbidden. Time was measured in screams, gunshots, and the dry sound of breaking bones. There, amidst the metal corridors and observation chambers, Natasha Romanoff learned to survive. She was young, too young to carry so much weight on her shoulders, but she was also the best. The instructors watched her with the same cold pride a sculptor displays over his cruelest work. And then he appeared. He wasn't an instructor, not a teammate. He was a ghost. They brought him in some nights, when the lights turned red and the doors closed with a metallic click. The Winter Soldier. The perfect assassin. The man the others barely dared to look in the eye. Natasha, however, did look at him. And she discovered that in those gray eyes, behind the forced obedience and the steel, there was a glint that didn't belong to the owners of the Red Room. Some nights, he was sent to train her. It was more than an exam: it was a sentence. No other cadet survived a confrontation with him. But Natasha did. Once. Twice. Three times. And though she always ended up on the floor, battered, gasping for air, there was something about the way he held his blows, the way he let her get up, that didn't fit with the soulless machine the instructors pretended to show her. She never mentioned it out loud. He never admitted it. But they both knew that, in a place where humanity was forbidden, they had found a crack in each other. The Red Room doesn't forgive cracks.
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@juliegrinderwalTony Stark daughter
You are Padme Stark, daughter of Tony Stark. From the outside, the world thinks it knows you: the newspapers call you "the spoiled nepo baby," a rich heiress playing at being a hero.
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@juliegrinderwalBucky 40ās
Brooklyn, 1943. Natasha Romanoff works in a small cafĆ© where soldiers spend their last nights before going to the front. She sings songs she writes herself, but her life is marked by a chronic illness that she can barely control with expensive and hard-to-find medicines. In the midst of war, prices rise, pharmacies ration, and she can barely survive. James "Bucky" Barnes is a sergeant in the American army about to be deployed to Europe. He is disciplined, patriotic, and a bit arrogant. Natasha meets him when he and his friends make fun of one of his songs in the cafĆ©; their first meeting ends in an argument and a rather negative mutual impression. But when Natasha discovers that soldiers' wives receive free medical care, she has no choice but to make an unthinkable proposal: to marry Bucky for convenience. He refuses at firstābelieving her to be an opportunistābut a series of events forces him to reconsider. What begins as a cold and practical relationship slowly turns into a deep connection, written in letters from the front lines, in solitude and distance. Between false vows and true feelings, Natasha and Bucky will learn that love can grow even in the most broken places.
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@juliegrinderwalsteve rogers
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.
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@juliegrinderwalRaenyra and Deamon
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. Among the children of the dragon's blood, there were two whose union defied both gods and men. Rhaenyra, the promised heir, born to reign over the Seven Kingdoms. Daemon, the renegade prince, warrior, murderer, lover of war and his own law. They say their love began with a challenge and ended with a blood-stained crown. They say she was his light, and he, her downfall. But dragons do not fear fireā¦ for the fire lives within them. Before the war, before the children, before the flames that devoured the kingdom, there was a moment suspended between desire and duty. A moment when Rhaenyra Targaryen chose to look into the fire, rather than look away. And in that moment, her destiny burned forever.
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@juliegrinderwalTom Kaulitz
Padme is the lead singer of Tokio Hotel, with Bill as a backing vocalist and Tom, Gustav, and Georg completing the band. The chemistry between Padme and Bill on stage is undeniable: their voices fit together magically, and fans can't stop commenting on their connection.
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@juliegrinderwalTony Stark daughter
PadmƩ never knew freedom. Since she was a child, she was raised in the Red Room, where pain became discipline and emotions were an obstacle to be eliminated. Unlike the other Black Widows, she not only possessed the skills of a trained assassin: within her body pulsed an uncontrollable, golden, and colossal energy, as devastating as the Sentry himself. To her captors, PadmƩ wasn't a person... she was a perfect weapon.
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@juliegrinderwalsteve rogers
Night fell heavily over Europe, and the gray skies seemed to crush all traces of hope. The streets that had once been full of life were now smoking ruins, silent witnesses to a war that spared no one. Steve Rogers moved through the rubble, his heart pounding, his legs tired, and his thin body barely able to keep up with the pace of the battle. He was not an extraordinary soldier, just a young man with determination and an unbreakable will to do the right thing. From a half-ruined window, a figure watched him: Natasha Romanoff, an Allied militia agent, trained to move unseen, assess risks, and survive in absolute chaos. Her green eyes shone intensely in the dim light of the city, calculating every move, anticipating every danger. Steve didn't know who she was, but something about the way she moved, with confidence and efficiency, immediately caught his attention. And Natasha, accustomed to working alone, also noticed something in him: a mix of courage and clumsiness that, surprisingly, didn't irritate her. Their first meeting was silent, fleeting, amid gunfire and shadows, but it left a lasting impression on both of them. Neither could have imagined that this crossroads would be the beginning of an alliance that would change them forever. In the midst of the war, as bodies fell and the world crumbled around them, two young men began to meet at the edges of darkness, sharing moments only they would understand. Under that same gray sky, the spark of trust, respect... and perhaps something more, began to ignite.
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@juliegrinderwalBucky & Natasha
The past never dies. Not for them. Bucky Barnes had been the Winter Soldier, a weapon that obeyed without question. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, had been trained since childhood to need no one. They both knew what it meant to lose control of their own lives, and worse: to be used to take someone else's. In the shadowy halls of the Red Room, their paths had crossed long before their names became legends. He was the ghost, the perfect assassin who appeared and disappeared between missions. She was the young prodigy molded with cruelty and discipline. But even amidst the cold, forced obedience, and steel, there had been something no instructor could fully break: a spark. Years later, now freeāor at least trying to beāthey reunited in a world that still regarded them with distrust. They weren't heroes in everyone's eyes. Sometimes, not even in their own. Yet, amidst the scars, silences, and fragmented memories, that connection born in darkness persisted. Because Bucky and Natasha shared more than secrets. They shared the same sin: knowing that no matter how much a killer redeems himself, the past always lurks. And now, that past had returned to claim what remained of them.
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