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Here we have an awesome Black Widow piece done by the extremely talented
Peacemaker (Prolouge)Peacemaker (Prolouge) by EnUnUniversoParalelo
The world is a dangerous place to live. Since exist people with extraordinary abilities, this danger had been increasing, because of this a weapons race started against them. Meanwhile this people inexplicabily continues been more “common”, and their gifts perfectly might be used for the progress of humanity, we chose to marginalize them at the limit they have no rights in the lights of law.
They are people like us, but they has been hunted the last half of century, at cost of ignoring the real danger. All my life i’ve been mistreated by super-strengthed humans, my dad and stepsister, and i can say there’s not fault in there of the half of population for the crimes of 2 people.
Since i was 12 i’ve been hearing stories about a superhero who saves the people from Curico from the continued threats. Silverflame was an inspiration to form my own heroic persona the last 6 years, waiting for the moment where i can reach mature age and leave home and move to the b
Blood Lust: Chapter 1 Ponyville. Another day with a new dawn. Like every day Rarity gets up to do her daily routine when waking up in her bed. She comes up to her wardrobe desk and mirror to comb her curly purple mane. She even sprays perfume on her cheeks, with the scent of apricot mango. She adds the make-up lining on her eyebrows, fluttering them to get the tire look out of her eyes.Blood Lust: Chapter 1 by ClaimedDawn
“Time to rise and shine.” she cheers.
A knock on her door then sounds, for the mixed building that has her home and shop combined. She hears the ring, and trots downstairs to see who’s there. In delight, she rushes up to hug Spike.
“Oh, Spikey Wikey!” Rarity grins, “Thank you so much for coming.”
Memory Chapter 8“You’re on,” he signaled to Diana once he came out.Memory Chapter 8 by buddybmww
“Is it the Kryptonite beam?” she enquired.
“Yes,” Superman said, “hope you remember your part.”
“I do,” she said as she straightened herself and strode towards the infirmary.
Bruce was in a daze. He shivered at the thought of being blind. He tried to remember the day’s events with greater precision. He had left Alfred at the airport and was on his way back. And then…someone had called him. Who was that someone? He could remember the word Emergency, but could not place the voice, or the rest of the conversation. He remembered the truck vividly, it was a LexCorp truck. He was headed for a collision with it. And…
He remembered his hand on the steering, he remembered that he was trying to avert it. He could only see the truck and not his hands on the steering, but he could feel his muscle fibers pull against each other, suggesting a sharp turn taken. May b
Memory Chapter 7“Batman would’ve found a thousand and one flaws in this argument,” Hawk Girl muttered as Superman finished narrating his plan.Memory Chapter 7 by buddybmww
“I am open for suggestions,” Superman said and looked around the table.
“Nope,” Hawk Girl shook her head after a while, “can’t think of anything better.”
“Good,” he nodded, “then we’ll go with this.”
In the infirmary again, Bruce moaned and brought his hand to his head. It was aching miserably. He tried to open his eyes but failed. He brought his palm down over his itching nose and withdrew immediately at the stinging pain.
“Leave it alone, Bruce,” came a voice from his left. He knew that he had heard that voice before, but couldn’t quite place it. His effort to open his eyes failed again. This time he brought his fingers onto his eye lids and rubbed them.
“Are you ok, now?” came the voice again, and he found a gently grip on his other wrist.
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