Marvel Nicknames Novels & Stories

"Okay, I was all of those things. But now that I know you're safe and you're basically a superhero, I'm allowed to be excited about it!" "I'm not a superhero." "You literally broke someone out of a secret government lab, Olivia. That's textbook superhero behavior." She gasped suddenly. "Oh my God, do you have a superhero name? Please tell me you have a superhero name." "I don't have a superhero name." "We need to fix that immediately. What about... Wolf Warrior? No, too generic. Shadow Fang? Lunar Blade?" She was counting on her fingers now. "Ooh, what about the Barcelona Badass?"

He was not a hulking mass of muscle, but rather, a refined piece of war that had the exact amount of flesh to do the job. "Dominique Foe Yatra. Also known as 'Black Panther' for the nobles and those willing to bring pain to the irregulars. I can't think of a better moment to reveal to the world of adventurers that the silver-ranked lone wolf was actually you the whole time. But if I'm being honest, Black Knife only fits you with the mask on, so I recommend you stay with the new nickname"

"After all we have Captain Salv, Hulk Wei, Wonder woman me. And you. Our very own spider man." The three boys stared at her blankly. The nickname really didn't sit well with them. "Okay. Maybe it only sounds good in my head." She smiled sheepishly. Then helped Salvador up. "But still, we all have each other. That's enough to keep us going." "Sounds crappy, and nice at the same time." Wei admitted. "C'mon. Let's take a stroll around. We will definitely find something that will help." Luna stepped out of the stall, then stretch out her limbs.

“From now on, I’ll give you a nickname. What do you think?” Martin was stunned. “What nickname?” “One-armed Guardian!”

Ever since he had retired, he insisted that they address him as uncle Gavin instead of sir which they used earlier at the office. “No, I didn’t like any name yet, uncle Gavin. The names these people come up with are so lame, Wyatt, Dean, Andy, Rob, Jeff, Dave, Brian. I want something unique, something special just like their dad’s name, Nikolas,” said Brooklyn. There was a pin-dropping silence all around them while Brooklyn’s eyes filled with tears upon realizing what she had just said. “I’m sorry,” she said, the tears falling from her eyes, and streaming down her cheeks. Brandon sat like a statue while aunt Maggie sat beside Brooklyn and pulled her into her arms, her heart going out to the

I smiled but pressed my lips when Aliyah creased her forehead, not liking how I described them. I narrowed my eyes, gazing at the two men in front of me. “Frank’s the Captain America, and Finn’s the Superman.”

Putting the blonde on the bed, Zane Stark lost his temper and shook her, calling her name repeatedly: "This! Marris, wake up quickly! Maris!” “Zane Stark? Is it you?" Marris said dreamily. She easily recognized Zane Stark thanks to the all-white outfit and the hat he wore, which are the characteristics of the super thief 1412, although the media has long assumed that he has retired.

They couldn't have their future leaders and commanders as a bunch of sissies and pantywaists. "Damn! What is he doing?" "A mano-a-mano! Finally, something interesting!" "Has the Chakra Freak finally lost it?" "Are those shitty nicknames not enough for him… now he plans to embarrass himself even more! Is he like a masochist?" "This is what happens when your wounded pride takes over your sanity!" "Please don't be a disappointment, I left my assignments to see this!" "Hahaha! After this, the Freak wouldn't be able to show his face!"

“I’m workshopping nicknames. ‘Babysitter’ feels too tame.” “Most people go with Beta, Lieutenant, occasional pain in the Alpha’s ass.” “I like ‘pain in the ass.’ Rolls off the tongue.” “Glad you’re thinking about my tongue already, Firecracker.” Her eyes flash. “Call me Firecracker again and see what happens.” “There it is,” he murmurs, almost to himself. He leans against the wall like he’s settling in. “You sure you’re just human? That temper says otherwise.” “I’m sure you’ll find out how human my foot is when it meets your face.”

"I have an IQ of 145 and I’ve spent the last day staring at a concrete floor. My brain is eating itself. I need input. Since you won't give me a computer, you have to be my entertainment." "I am not a television." "You’re about the size of an IMAX screen," I counter. "Come on. Talk to me. Tell me about the Iron Wraiths. Who comes up with the names? Butcher? Saint? Did you guys brainstorm those over beers, or are they assigned by a sorting hat?" He slides the magazine back into the weapon with a definitive snap. "They are earned." "So you’ve done nothing to earn a nickname?" I ask. "Or is Kirill the noise people make when you strangle them?"