Kaycee Lorelei thought she had life figured out. Spreadsheets, schedules, and sensible solutions were her superpowers. But when her Marvel-obsessed sister Ruth's wild imagination catapults them into the very universe she adores, Kaycee's problem-solving skills are put to the ultimate test.

  Suddenly surrounded by hammer-wielding gods, star-spangled soldiers, and green giants with anger issues, Kaycee must navigate a world where the impossible is Tuesday's status quo. As Earth faces an impending invasion led by the charismatic and ruthless Loki, the sisters discover latent abilities that could turn the tide of battle.

  With the fate of multiple dimensions hanging in the balance, Kaycee and Ruth must master their newfound powers, forge unlikely alliances, and find a way home-all while trying not to let her younger sister fangirl too hard over her favorite heroes come to life.

 "Power" is a thrilling journey that asks: What happens when ordinary becomes extraordinary? When duty clashes with destiny? And most importantly, can Kaycee resist the urge to organize Thor's cape collection?

 Dive into this action-packed, humor-filled adventure where family bonds are tested, heroes are born, and the world will never be the same. Because sometimes, the most unexpected hero is the one holding the clipboard.

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"This is seriously fucked," I whispered, the words ripped from my throat by the deafening roar of the Helicarrier's engines. My heart thundered in my ears as I peered over the railing, my stomach plummeting like I'd been dropped from a rollercoaster peak. The hangar stretched out far, far below, a dizzying toy box of jets and trucks that seemed to spin and blur together. The sharp tang of jet fuel burned my nostrils, mixing with the acrid taste of my own sweat until a wave of nausea washed over me. I'd spent years as a flyer on my cheer squad, tumbling through the air with grace, but this...this was a whole different kind of terrifying height.

This was so not how I planned to spend my day off. I was supposed to be binge-watching "The Great British Bake Off" and judging people's soggy bottoms, not playing a twisted game of hide-and-seek in Nick Fury's compensating-for-something sky penis.

"Ruth!" My voice cracked as I screamed again, the word tearing at my throat like shards of glass. "Where the hell are you, you Marvel-obsessed little shit?!" My eyes watered, the rows of sleek black jets and armored trucks below blurring together as I frantically scanned for any sign of my little sister. We had to get out of here, before...before whatever half-assed plot device these spandex-wearing freaks had cooked up kicked into gear.

A hand – strong, unyielding – closed around my wrist. I yelped as I was spun around, my heart lurching into my throat like a punch. And found myself staring up at a tall, dark-haired woman in a skintight black jumpsuit. Her eyes were a piercing green, her features chiseled and deadly. Oh. My. Actual. God.It was...wait, was that Scarlett Johansson? My brain stuttered. No, it was Black Widow. Except...it was totally Scarlett Johansson. A flush crawled up my cheeks, and for a moment, I forgot how epically fucked we were.

"Hi," Not-Scarlett-But-Basically-Scarlett said, flashing me a smile that probably made fanboys wet their pants. "I'm Natasha. I'm not going to hurt you, okay?”

I blinked, my mind struggling to catch up. This was a far cry from the suave, dignified capture I'd imagined. Not the bewildering, slightly awkward exchange currently happening. "Uh. That's... reassuring? I guess? Although kidnapping isn't exactly a great start to our relationship, Nat. Can I call you Nat? Or do you prefer 'Ms. Romanoff, Destroyer of Personal Space'?”

Natasha's lips twitched. "We need to talk about what's going on. But first, could you please stop trying to escape? You're making everyone a little... anxious.”

I snorted so hard I almost gave myself an aneurysm. "Oh, I'm so sorry my panic is inconvenient for you! Next time I'm abducted by fictional characters with daddy issues, I'll try to be more considerate of their delicate feelings!”

I tried to yank my arm free, but Natasha's grip was a vice, unrelenting. I yanked my free arm back and swung at her face, channeling all my pent-up rage at Marvel's bullshit idea of "strong female characters." To my utter shock, I actually connected. Natasha's head snapped back, and for a moment, she looked at me like I'd just told her that her catsuit looked actually comfy.

"Well, that's... new," she said, dabbing at her nose with the back of her hand. A smear of red stood out against her pale skin, and I felt a surge of pride. Take that, Disney!

"Most people don't get a hit in.”

"Yeah, well, most people haven't spent three years perfecting the art of violence in a strip mall dojo run by a guy named 'Sensei Steve' who definitely peaked in high school," I retorted, squaring my shoulders. My heart was racing, and my mouth had gone dry. But I wasn't going down without a fight. "Listen here, Widow. I'm not some damsel in distress waiting for a big strong Avenger to mansplain the plot to me. I'm a cheerleader with anger issues and a right hook that could make Thor cry like a little bitch.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And who else have you taken down today?”

I flashed her my best 'I totally didn't just cheat on my calculus final' smile. "Oh, you know, just Captain America. No biggie. Turns out, even super soldiers aren't immune to a swift kick to the star-spangled banana hammock. He's probably still curled up in the fetal position back in the cargo bay. Might want to send someone to check if his patriotic popsicle stick is still saluting, if you know what I mean.”

Natasha blinked, looking like she was trying to process the image of Captain America taken down by a teenage girl's knee. "You... kneed Captain America in the groin.”

"Damn straight I did!" I was practically shouting now, but I couldn't seem to stop. My words tumbled out in a rush. "Because that's what happens when you try to kidnap someone, genius! I'm not some background character in your Marvel soap opera. I'm real and the main character in my own story, and in my story, creepy guys in spandex get a face full of justice!” I waved the metal pipe I was still clutching like a deranged orchestra conductor.

Natasha's eyes widened slightly. "Kaycee, please put down the pipe.”

I laughed, sounding slightly unhinged. "You know what I'm really afraid of? The fact that you're part of a franchise that thinks slapping a woman in a skintight suit is the pinnacle of feminism. Newsflash, Natasha - your catsuit doesn't make you empowered, it makes you a walking Playboy cover with a side of unresolved trauma! It's just so...typical. Reduce us to our bodies, turn us into objects to be leered at and fought over. Well, I'm not going down without a fight. I'm not going to be another one of your disposable female characters, killed off to motivate the brooding male lead.”

Natasha's expression hardened. "Put down the pipe. I don't want to hurt you.”

"Hurt me? Oh, that's rich coming from you, Miss 'I can kill you with my thighs.’ Please! I've suffered through every Marvel movie my sister made me watch. Nothing you do could be worse than sitting through 'Thor: The Dark World' again. That was two hours of my life I'll never get back, and I'm pretty sure it violated the Geneva Convention!”

Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting in my neck. My hand flew to the spot, finding two small puncture marks. "What the... did you just tase me with your fancy bracelets? That's cheating, you discount dominatrix!" My legs turned to jelly, and the room started spinning like I was on the world's worst carnival ride.

As I crumpled to the floor, Natasha caught me, her touch annoyingly gentle. "I'm sorry, Kaycee," she murmured. "I didn't want to do that.”

"Fuck... you..." I slurred, my vision fading. "And fuck... your... overrated... franchise..."

The last thing I saw before blacking out was Natasha's concerned face. Great. Knocked out by Black Widow. Ruth was never gonna let me live this down. This is not exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to be held by Scarlett Johansson during a game of "Fuck, Marry, Kill" in the school cafeteria.

CAST

Karrueche Tran as Kaycee Loreli

Kyliegh Curran as Ruth Loreli

Mackenyu as Mickey Tamada

Abigail Cowen as Hazel Pinehurst

Tammy Townsend as Eartha Loreli

MCU Characters as their respective selves.

Note: there aren't extensive Marvel fanfics with an OC of color. It breaks my heart a little with how little the representation is with colored OCs here on Wattpad. I'm putting my whole heart into this, so...if you don't like it seriously, don't read my fanfic or leave comments that aren't satisfactory. But other than that, enjoy.