Avenger Time Travel Suit Novels & Stories

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.

“Have her meet us in the throne room in the next five minutes.” Xena knew her way around her so she did not need a guide. I also knew my way but I followed Andrea. I followed her to a room filled with clothes. Ava was inside going through some cashmere. “Just find me a trench coat and fitted jeans with some boots. I am good to go.” I announced hastily. I had no desire to play dress up. “Why wear something so drab?” Ava asked in surprise. She was clad in on of her elaborately tailored power suits.

Her legs began to turn heavy, the skin shimmering with a blue, translucent sheen. "It will be over soon," the Avatar said, stepping closer. Her finger reached out to touch Audrey’s forehead. "Just a moment of cold, and then... the Forever." HISSSSSS. A jet of superheated, oily steam blasted into the room, obscuring the Avatar in a cloud of grey. "Not today, you overgrown weed!" Commander Vane burst through the door, her brass arm glowing cherry-red from the internal pressure of her boiler. She wasn't alone. Six of her engineers followed, wearing heavy iron respirators and carrying pneumatic saws that roared with the sound of a thousand angry hornets.

Tyr and Tanya said concurrently. Seeing that Tyr and Tanya were not willing to stay, Vulcan did not persuade them anymore. Tyr and Tanya hurried back to the hotel after eating lunch at Iron Manor that noon. Back in the hotel, Tyr opened the box containing the Cooter Armor at once and took it out of the box. The armor was dark red after cooling down. Tyr felt extremely cold when he touched it, as if he was touching a block of ice. “Try it on and see if it fits,” Tanya suggested from the side.

"But I will be." "We're doing the right thing, Axel." "Keep telling yourself that, Em." It wasn't encouraging. But it was honest. I forced myself out of bed, shoving the lingering dread deep into the pit of my stomach. I showered, washing away the phantom scent of hospital bleach, and spent twenty minutes in front of the closet. I needed a suit armor. I chose a tailored, charcoal-grey power suit—professional, conservative, and sharp enough to cut glass. I did my makeup with a steady hand, painting a cold, unreadable mask over my exhaustion.

he clipped. Albert held the suit closer. "Brand, this isn't just any armor, okay? This was the T.O.P of the line Sovereign Armor..." Brandon sneered. "Are you planning to wear it yourself? Do you think it will fit those ridiculous, unnecessary muscles?" "Hey, what did my muscles ever do to you? Besides, who said I'd use it? Plenty of guards would die for this. I just have someone in mind for it--" Albert didn't get to finish. With a sudden, sharp motion, Brandon snatched the suit and strode to the back of the high-speed aircraft. He wrenched open the rear hatch and tossed the priceless armor into the roaring slipstream.

Regal rubbed his temples in frustration. " Toys? Who told you these are toys? " Tess furrowed her brows. She looked offended. "E-er it's nothing, carry on haha carry on." Regal was instantly intimated by the authority she emanated. "These are power suits, I got them custom- made and tested by the best. Damn Alfred is good, years of being his apprentice riding go to waste." Tess muttered the last past to herself gingerly as she caressed the weird looking vests. "Call the representatives of the man of war and the shadow assassins. We need to go over the war strategy." Tess ordered with a smile on her face.

I'm only thankful I chose to do the laundry myself instead of having the housekeeping bots handle it. Night Walker's suit was made to reflect any light and sound waves, a very convenient way for me to get away without detection. It was easy to wear the suit, nothing too fancy. A sleeveless hoodie, some cargo pants with multiple compartments and I was set. It's more of an outfit than a suit but 'Night Walker's suit' sounded a lot fancier than Night Walker's attire. It was a combat garment and not a fashion piece no matter how it appears.

Dr. Voss arrived in twelve minutes. It was an impossible time, a testament to the speed and efficiency with which Damian's world operated. When the private elevator doors opened, Voss was already in motion, a grim silhouette in full protective gear. He wore a sealed bio-suit from head to toe, a face shield that obscured his features, gloves, and a respirator that hissed with every breath. He carried a black medical case that looked like a fortress, and he moved with the cold, practiced precision of a man who had done this too many times to be rattled by the sight of human suffering.