Novel & Cerita Avengers Characters Hawkeye

“Yours and those of millions of other girls. Thor and Captain America are two of the Holy Chris Trio of MCU.” “The what?” “The Holy Chris Trio. You know, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth and Chris Pratt.” “Oh! Oh wow! Mind. Blown. Why haven’t I noticed that before?” “You’re part of the club, Kate. You officially have a thing for wide-shouldered, tiny-waisted and muscle-bound superheroes.” “I do?”

He asked. "Love it.. I've watched it all and have never missed one" "Same! I like Marvel better than DC" Agree 100% "I love.. Avengers, damn Chris Evans is just a hottie" I squealed "I like Iron Man.. and Hulk" "You like Hulk? The green guy?" I laughed. "Hey! Don't be like that.. he's a softie" My stomach hurts because I couldn't contain my laugh and it's hilarious. A guy like Andrew likes Hulk? Wow!

Alpha Anders Time went by too slowly. Grey wouldn’t stop talking about having dinner with Harley. Admittedly, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was funny, because on the surface, Harley wasn’t like any of the she-wolves I had dated or the ones that I was typically attracted to. And when I say on the surface, that was exactly what I meant. Probably stereotypical of me, but I had typically been attracted to tall, busty blondes. Harley was tall, but that was where it ended. She had long, black hair, similar to my own. Her eyes were the brightest blue, and I could only imagine that they would get even brighter as she actually started eating and being able to take care of herself. It seemed l

Without looking at those creatures even once, he shifted back to his human form and quickly put his clothes on. “Is your wolf happy?” He asked Charlotte. “Yeah…she is very happy!” Charlotte replied while laughing and hugged him. Azraiel clutched her to him tightly, his gut telling him that this is the moment. Matt! Kira! Now! He mindlinked his Beta and the head warrior. He didn’t turn his head towards the sound even though he clearly heard it. He never once glanced in the direction of those creatures but he knew very well what was happening there.

A man stepped into the violet glow. He didn't look like a monster. He looked like an older, more refined version of Ethan. He wore a tailored charcoal suit that seemed untouched by the chaos of the mountain’s breach. His eyes, however, weren't Ethan’s eyes. They were flat, analytical, and devoid of the "Icarus" heat. They were the eyes of a man who viewed the world as a series of equations to be solved. Thomas Hawke.

I’d always thought of him as the Captain America of these Avengers, but he obviously saw himself more as Iron Man. On his head he had a helmet. Not like a hat or down to his ears and neck, I mean covering everything. Other than a slit across his eyes, nothing was exposed. He drew his sword out of its scabbard. An arrow hit him on the chest and bounced off. Another hit him on the side of the head, and splintered into pieces. The helmet didn’t even have a scratch on it. “He can keep trying, but it won’t make a difference. First I’m going to kill you, then him.”