Ironwoman Marvel Novels & Stories

"I'm not taking that shit. I have no interest whatsoever in being a superhero." "Do you think this is a marvel or DC movie or something? You think you’re green lantern? Spiderman? Thor? The Antman? Shazam? I could go on and on Robert, but my point is, you’re not a superhero Rob, trust me. And I have no inter— "

"Full name?" "Matteo Evan Reed" "You?" "Adassah Natasha Rumanoff" I replied. "Wait we're you name after-" "Black widow, the badass chick in Avengers. Yeah, I wish but no, it's just a coincidence that my grandmother's name is Natasha and it's actually Rumanoff, not Romanov," I laugh lightly. "So yeah a lot of my teachers thought so too but nah it's different" he smiles nodding his head.

Eden nodded at her, then said to Alain and the others, "She’s my friend, Lucy Walker." Arctic Hawk's real name was Lucy Walker—only Eden knew that. Arctic immediately realized who the young woman exerting such immense pressure was. She really was the legendary K! Oh, my! Arctic Hawk stared at Eden in disbelief. The world was full of mysteries. A young woman like her, the leader of the Agency's Four Kings? K? If Black Panther and King Cobra were to find out about this, they would go crazy. Alain nodded at Arctic Hawk and said politely, "Hello."

, Neil's said with a wink. "Anyways, so we call him Peter Parker.", He said smiling. "You are a 'Parker', Neil.", Sarah said. "Oh shut up! I can do better than Spiderman.", He said as finally Sarah was done with my wound. She looked up at me. "Don't move your hand too much. It might hurt.", She said with a warm smile. "Now, Iron Man, kindly come here.", She said as I got off the bed. "Oh thank you, Ms. Romanoff.", He said jokingly before going and sitting opposite to her.

The device automatically fixed to the QED as though it were a finely woven shirt with a pant to match. Hanson eyes wondered around as though he'd kept something close by. He couldn't find what he wanted, so he dropped the contraptions just beside him on bed. Just then his eyes fixed to the action figure Andy was holding earlier when he'd just walked inside. A warm smile cut across his face. He raised it to his face. "What character is this?" he asked Andy without taking his eyes from it. "It's Iron Man from Marvel," answered Andy, indifferently. "Can he do stuffs?" asked Hanson.

Never. “Ugh,” said Maurice. “Honestly, worst superhero team, ever.” “Oh.” Claire’s wagging tail abruptly stopped wagging. “Really? I thought—” “Think about it. Invisible Woman, because she turns invisible, fine. Human Torch, obvious, no problem. The Thing, okay. And then Reed Richards. How much of an egomaniac do you have to be to call yourself Mr Fantastic? And what’s that got to do with stretching your arms? Mr Elastic, sure. But Mr Fantastic? If I was in that team, I’d be like, why don’t you Mr Fuck Off?”