Avenger Time Travel Suit Novels & Stories

Thor is quick on the draw and pulls out a card with Merigold’s information on it, handing it to Jason. Ratchet gets out of the car. He walks over and hands me my suit. It is fire retardant. Even though this is just a time trial we take all precautions for safety. “ Alright time to get down to business. Pit crew, go with Ratchet and he will show you the ropes. I need two guys to go with Jason to the garage area to check the layout. The rest get behind the barrier. I have a track to check out.” Everyone scattered. It was kind of funny to watch these burly bikers jump at my orders. I walk to the driver's side and lean against the car. I slipped off one shoe and slid my leg into my jumpsuit befo

The suits were ready in two days. They were this full-body, extremely fitting like-a-second-skin, midnight blue, superhero-like suits. They clung to the bodies of the soldiers like wet polyester and were as tough as metal when struck from the outside. However, they weren't heavy neither did the soldiers feel like they were wearing the toughest and strongest uniform on earth. Impenetrable.

He smirked, "Well, we have to. Travel would be easier if we were naked. We can't risk being sucked into nothingness with all the shit. Trust me. So you better be naked now." "Serious?” She frowned before adding, “Why?" Her chin came back up, and the daggers were back, glinting in her eyes. “Thank you.” Her tone was distinctly wry. "Because, Diana, this time-travelling shit ability of mine works only with living tissues. Living things, okay? So our clothes will be useless. It will create problems. I don't know why, I tried researching, but trust me. I did everything, but it won't work, we will land butt naked regardless. So remove everything and let's hope we won't end up in the bloody volcan

"I never thought I’d be wearing something like this at my age." Ivy May smiled, her eyes flashing with a touch of professional pride. "They’re more than just armor, Mrs. Theresa. They’re a shield. And tonight, they’re going to be the difference between victory and defeat." Oliver stood in the center of the room, his own suit—the 'King’s Armor'—being fitted by Nikolai. The suit was a deep, obsidian black, its surface etched with the same intricate patterns as his jade ring. As the final plate clicked into place, Oliver felt a sudden, powerful surge of energy. The suit was linked to the ring, a connection that seemed to amplify his senses and sharpen his focus.

I look around as Gunner slowly gets off of me, Dean and Issac getting dressed in battle gear I didn’t even know they had. Gunner starts getting dressed as well and Dean comes over and hands me some clothes. I look down at the leather jumpsuit like it’s harmed me, then up at Dean. “Why do I need to wear that?” I ask him and he glances at the window… The broken window. “It has armor built into it. It’ll help keep you protected. They’re here. Clearly, whatever plans they had, have failed. We need to get ready.” He tells me, and I glance back to Dean with a nod, grabbing the suit and starting to take off my clothes to change.

My eyes drinking in his outfit and dominating aura oozing off him. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a white clean shirt, combat boots paired with a couple of loose black jeans. It amuses me how a man with a face of an angel could pull off a badboy outfit like this. His head turns in my direction, making my breath hitch. I held my breath as I watch him start walking over to me in god-like strides, when I hear my name echo through the hallway. "Ava, wait!" I whip around to see Axl rushing over to me, a sketchbook in hand.

Her throat dried up when she found him smirking at her. "My bad, I startled you," Hunter said casually, his hands tucked in his pockets and thumbs out. He was wearing black cargo pants, black combat boots, a black turtleneck with the silver chain dangling on his neck, and silver rings with his hair a ruffled mess. Those jade green hues stood prominently out like cold icy glaciers in all black. Silvia swallowed thickly as she lowered her gaze. She tried to stop the trembling of her fingers. The girl inhaled deeply before closing her eyes as she focused on the flow of magic in her veins.

"You start from zero. Tomorrow, we send the legal counter-strike to the hotel downtown. But today, you dress like the woman who owns this entire tower." Ava reached inside the rack and pulled out a simple, charcoal-grey cashmere sweater. It was heavy, soft, and completely unblemished by the static of her sister’s touch. She turned toward the bathroom to change, her back straight, her clinical focus reasserting itself over the debris of her old life.

Ava The zipper slid open with a quiet hiss as I unfolded the new luggage bag Conner had set beside the bed. Of course he’d thought of that. I sat cross-legged on the floor, the scent of his cologne still clinging to the air from the shirt I wore. One by one, I pulled the tags off each new piece, folding the soft fabrics, the sharp lines, the daring little numbers that didn’t belong to the girl who once lived behind a locked door. This wasn’t about outfits. This was about armor. Silk, leather, lace, each piece a declaration that I was still here, still me, whoever that might turn out to be. I tucked them into the bag with care, adding my old clothes only as a reminder of where I came from, no

Out of everyone, he had been waiting for this version of me to come back the most. By 8:45 a.m., I was ready. I caught my reflection in the hallway mirror as I walked by. And my outfit gave exactly what I needed it to give; the armor of a boss. I wore a charcoal-grey suit that fit perfectly across my shoulders. Then, I left the top two buttons of my black dress shirt open, revealing the ink crawling up my throat. I strapped my gold Rolex onto my left wrist, the metal catching the light, and adjusted the heavy gold chain on my right. I looked sharp and dangerous. I looked like a Russo.