Description
You've always been considered a monster by the many that crossed paths with you. Some believe you were a demigod, others a cursed immortal, and by enemies a weapon. In truth, you were nothing more than a hybrid creature. A child born from A Fallen Angel and a Werewolf. With no recollection or known whereabouts of your parents, you were taken in by Hydra and raised as no more than, what they called, 'A mutt on the field'. The Avengers had discovered you, believing you to be a threat until they realized that you were physically no older than 15. They took you in, and cared for you like one of their own. It's been two years since you've been under their care, and Steve has been the father figure you don't remember having. So when you're required to go on a rescue mission to Germany, you realize that there's more than you've bargained to deal with than ever before, all because of a certain raven haired God. He's supposed to be the bad guy. Right? (A/N: This is literally stemming from a random dream I had, and I know my other stories are yet to be complete, but I'm going to be working on them all at different times. please bear with this author. all marvel characters, art, and songs respectfully belong to the original creators.)
The Beginning
