I want to appreciate everyone who has voted and commented on this story. I know build-up is a bit slow, but we're getting to the action. Please, continue to give feedbacks, I look forward to them. Thanks again. LS **** Kylie couldn't sit still the entire ride to the house, her face was either glued to the window, taking in the sights of Connecticut, or she...
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, The Avengers, Avengers: Age of Ultron, or Ant-Man And The Wasp or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Hope Van Dyne a.k.a. The Wasp knew she was taking a big risk. One she didn't really want to take, even though she had been thinking about it ever since a woman enslaving...
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, The Avengers, Avengers: Age of Ultron, Captain America 2 or Agent Carter or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Aunt Peggy, Aunt Peggy, Aunt Peggy." Peggy Carter groaned as those words were repeated over and over again by a familiar voice. It remained soft, and would ha...
Part one-Harriet's Troubles. Harriet Kono sat twisting the ends of her long black hair, an automatic reflex brought on by stress. Her grandmother told her millions of times that twisting her hair made her look nervous and twitchy. "Good paying companies don't hire nervous girls that twist their hair," Harriet said aloud in a stern mocking voice in imitati...
Notes from the author on part 8: It was nice to see the return of the rough and tumble tita, Stephanie Santos. She is such a fun character to write. The archeological dig mention in the story is not far from the home of my friend on Maui. He went over to check it out. Apparently it's the real thing. My friend reports that archeologists uncovered a camp esta...
Jacob walked from the site of Lawrence's death with slow but deliberate steps to the warden's building. He knew that he was still there because he could see him looking out of the window as he approached the building. He felt no fear as he approached the building. He had been granted the only thing that he had wanted since his family died- the death of the m...
SET in New Zealand's South Island. CHAPTER 1 Iona was not quite a year old when brought to New Zealand fifty years ago by her Scottish parents Ross and Jennie MacDonald. Ross, a keen fisherman, spent his first two years labouring on a farm on coastal Otago and working late into the night rebuilding an abandoned wrecked fishing boat, buying tools and mat...
Author's Note: This takes place in the same universe as Let He Who is Without Sin and The Lonely Autopilot. Just removed a few millennium. Also, just to be clear, everyone is eighteen. Enjoy! ***** "Mommmmmmmmmmm!" The tone of voice was older than the solar system and recognizable across most of the long, patchwork history of humanity. Prehistorical ne...
As I sat in the lumber yard office, my broken arm in a makeshift sling the workers had made for me out of shrink wrap, my cell phone began to ring. The manager fished it from my jacket pocket and handed it to me. It was my boss, Nick. "Jason, I know you're hurt, but is there any way you could drive the truck back to the warehouse?" "Are you crazy?" I yelle...
As always thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526. These characters have a bit of a history, but the story should still work even if you have not been following their adventures. ***** The package arrived at three in the afternoon, late by Victor's standard. Fiona noticed the driver was cute, and wondered if Victor had arranged for that detail as well. It was...