Allie543

You had never thought your visions would lead you to the Kamar-Taj. Such a temple laced with darkness called out to you along your travels. The Ancient One had expected you, as you expected her, and you lived your life within the temple’s walls ever since. Your abilities of sight had helped your training alongside a handful of others and you eventually became a master who trained the newer students as well as help protect the infinity stone. Everything felt peaceful. Until Kaecilius. You have always felt his thirst while you trained together. His desire for power fueled his passion for the mystic arts. But passion always has its limit

“Hey Stephen I brought some leftover goodies I made this weekend!” You called out as you barged in through the front door of the New York Sanctum. You were greeted with silence as your eyes scanned the room, your arms tightening around the beg you were carrying. Something was off. Something was wrong. “Wong?” you tried as you left the bag on the floor and started up the stairs. “Cloak?” you tried again as you began to jog across the hallways. There was nothing. No sounds. No voices. No trace of anyone. Except one. An urge brought you towards a door, its color as black as the vastness of the galaxy that mov

It wasn't supposed to be this way. It shouldn't have reached this point. Your staff dripped like the blue ink of your favorite ballpoint pen had just exploded against the ground. Sweat slid down the sides of your face as your arms kept moving you towards the tree line. "Vision needs backup!" a voice yelled in your ear. A new surge of energy burst through your veins as a searing pain spread through your shoulder before you thrust your staff into the monster attached to your back. "I'll make my way when I can!" you responded in a pant. You hoped you would make it. You had to make it. You promised. ~Flashback~ "Promise me, _____." Steve dem

You sat behind the table pretending to finish a problem you had finished hours ago just watching the intense stare between Bruce and the fizzing liquid in front of him. Once Bruce gets into his scientist mode sometimes he goes too deep and ignores everything around him. In short, you were dead bored. The lab is clean, Tony’s useless paper problems solved, small experiments finished, and you couldn’t really leave until Bruce gives you the okay. Although he had his quirks, he was extremely intelligent man who happened to also be extremely attractive. What people thought to be socially awkward behavior or a flight reaction you though

Your arms ached as you lifted another box from the back of the truck. Moving in was always a pain in the ass, but you got to do what you got to do. ‘Where are the gentlemen of the building when you need them?’ you thought to yourself while walking into the building. The box you were carrying blocked your entire frontal view so you had to walk blindly to the elevator. “Oh, where art thou mighty Son of Odin?” you questioned playfully under your breath. Never in your life had you thought you would be moving into the Stark Tower among superheroes and geniuses alike. Tony had found you in Queens working for a company that

It’s been four days. Four! Not a single footstep blessed your ears from the metal obsessed genius that was Tony Stark. “A billionaire playboy philanthropist can’t possibly be a machine,” you smirked while going through the data pad that he had given you. “Jarvis, is Mr. Stark still in his playroom?” you had asked calmly. “Yes, Ms. ____, along with Dr. Banner,” replied the AI. Your eyes stopped scrolling along the screen as a thought ran through your head. ‘I guess four days is a long enough reason,’ you quipped as you threw your data pad on the couch. You had been hired as an assis