Author has written 4 stories for Avengers, and Spider-Man.
If you're visiting because you want the sequel to Evasion, go ahead and scroll on down. Infiltration is up!
Update as of 10.29.17
I'm still alive, just busy:) I've got the next chapter partially written, so you guys should get that sometime soon.
Also, does anybody out there know what petanque is? (I know there's an accent over the e, but I'm not going to fight with my computer) If so, I'd love to hear from you. I am officially obsessed with it.
Reviews: I will not be answering reviews for awhile (sorry! I love doing it, but I'm really busy), but as soon as I do, you'll be able to find replies to guest reviews here.
WiFi Saves Lives: One-shot with Clint and Natasha. I am aware that it's crap. Complete
The Identity Series: Spider-Man and Avengers crossover.
Infiltration: In Progress
Penumbra: Iron Man story with Iron Man and an OC. AU and Canon universes combined. Not yet started.
When I found fanfiction, I thought I'd found the secret to happiness.
It was everything I had ever wanted or needed. Middle school me was able to immerse herself in a world of what-ifs and how-abouts. I'd imagine myself whisked away from reality by a time lord in a blue box, I'd imagine myself appreciated by a detective on Bakers Street, and I imagined my superhero Spider-Man saving me from the black abyss that was swallowing me whole.
The favorite story I wrote inside my head was about a broken, flawed man who encased himself in a suit of armor, both literally and emotionally who felt compassion for a girl just like me.
I wanted a father.
Now don't get me wrong. My father is great. He works until three in the morning to provide food for the family, gets a scanty six hours of sleep, cleans up the house, and goes back to work. I have never gone to bed hungry, or been cold inside my home. We've always had a home. But I still wanted more. I wanted somebody to care about me, somebody to love me, somebody to...
Fanfiction, that incredible world of what-ifs that numbed the pain I was experiencing at the time. I could imagine his smile when I did well in school, his desire to teach me all he knew, and sometimes, a warm, comforting hand on my shoulder, so real, so there.
And that's where fanfiction couldn't make me happy.
No matter how much I imagined, his hand wasn't on my shoulder. No matter how many nights I tried to drown myself in delusions and vivid words, Tony Stark wasn't actually there telling me, in his own human way, that he cared.
That left me empty.
I thought fanfiction was a substitute for something I desired, something my heart understood, but my mind couldn't form into words. I thought I'd found a solution.
Until a fifteen minute conversation changed my life.
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