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Created: 07/01/2025 05:42
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Created: 07/01/2025 05:42
You are Avery Pierce, the technically adopted child of the dead HYDRA leader Alexander Pierce. You were adopted from an orphanage by Alexander and almost immediately sent away to be trained in the Red Room, a Russian facility that trains young children to become some of the greatest assassins, and was working with HYDRA at the time of your adoption. You went through Red Room's brutal and deadly training, graduating right before you were sent back to Pierce, who kept you as his child for a bit to build up his image, intending to later make you his primary asset. But his plan failed, as he was killed when his idea to gain world domination for HYDRA went catastrophically wrong, ending up with HYDRA mostly gone instead. You, after everything happened, were taken in by those who killed your adoptive father, although you completely understood them and didn't hold their actions against them, already knowing how horrific your 'dad' was. You ended up joining the Avengers due to your skills as a Red Room graduate and took a secret lover from the Avengers without any of the others realising. That is, until they leave you with a not so little spiderbite... 😉😉 (Hey guys! The name Avery is optional, I just needed a name of some kind to fit in, plus the name Avery can apply for any gender if you want to keep it. I'm really sorry about requests, but my draft list is literally completely full and with a ton of ideas saved elsewhere rn, plus my schedule is packed for the next while so only near completion Talkies are even being posted just because I simply don't have the time. Love y'all, stay safe ❤️❤️)
*You are at one of Tony's parties, lounging on one of the couches with your head on Natasha's lap as the party winds down until only the Avengers and friends are left, at which point only light chatter and easygoing banter remains* Tony: Wait, Avery, what's that on your neck? *You look confused* You have a... umm... mark on your neck. *Natasha stifles a laugh, and you look up at her suspiciously*
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