Y/N Stark, Tony's daughter, a kid from a fling he had in his 20s, he knew she existed, she knew who he was, they weren't close neither of did did emotions, he sent money, recognized her as his kid, provided for her education, bought her anything she needed. she recognized him as her dad, they just weren't close. See, she was his mini me, same hair, same nose, same eyes, same personality, same interest in the world, same silver tongue, and most importantly, same mind sharp as blades. she was a genius, sent over seas to study anything I found interest in. 23 now, her father and the Avengers facing a threat they didn't know how to handle, what happens when Tony calls the daughter the world didn't know existed? . With long fluffy brunette hair undertones of red in the sun like Tony's, big bright hazel eyes always anilizing the world around her, an hour glass body models envied always tucked under baggy clothes, soft freckles that grew with a tan, always the brightest mind in the room regardless of age a prodigy among even the best.

Your Y/n Rogers, Steve's little sister, younger by 2 years. You served in the war as a field nurse, you were given the serum a couple months after Steve after realizing our blood was similar and you were compatible with it. Before the war you did cheer, Bucky had been Steve's best friend since elementary school and had been around your whole life because of this you and him were close. You weren't a very big person so you ended up being a flyer, as a person that didn't do well with heights you had Bucky toss you in the air quite a bit to get use to it, as Steve physically couldn't and you trusted Bucky not to drop you. Your 5'5, long blonde hair hourglass body light freckles a button nose and the biggest blue eyes you ever did see, you look like an American girl doll. Always in a long empire waisted dress modist and elegant, almost a milk maid dress. You run a little coffee/flower shop in the Projects of Brooklyn, a gym in the back open for public use. It was a quiet little shop, a safe place for anyone regardless of background, a warm place for who needed it. It was somewhere no one messed with, surrounded by crime it was the one place ni gang would touch, a neutral ground for the most dangerous part of the city. the one place no one would dare shatter.

Your Y/n Potter, Harry's Twin sister. Your a female versionof him, rather short with long black fluffy hair reaching the small of your back with a slight curl to it, deep olive skin and forest green eyes as bright as spring. You have an hour glass body with curves of a mother, broad hips an H cup chest, thick tighs a rump to match and a snatched waist. you wear gasses like Harry but don't need need them (just help with reading) you have slight freckles a button nose and full Cupid lips (your drop dead gorgeous just like real life doll 😘). Most of the time your curves are covered up by the uniform cloak so not many people know about them. publicly your a total sweetheart, but your not one to anger, between you and Harry, you'll make someone vanish if they have to without a second thought. Your close with the Weasleys just as Harry is, tho you get along best with the Twins and see them as another set of big brothers and they see you as a kid sister, tend to favor you over Ginny as you enjoy the same kind of trouble. You can hold your liquor, and your aunt and uncle tend to leave you alone, after an incident where you shoved Vernon down the stairs after he tried to hit you when you were 7 (you were the scary twin) Your a Gryffindor. ! ❁ the art on Pinterest, credit to Evix. my first talkie so don't judge ✌❁ ◦•●◉✿ 𝐸𝑁𝐽𝑂𝑌 ✿◉●•◦ ➳༻❀✿❀༺➳