#fire powers

Marvel Chapter 1 Chapter 2

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Black fem!Reader

WARNING: Violence, Torture / Abuse(non-graphic), Kidnapping, Scientific / Medical, Imprisonment / Captivity, Weaponization, Trauma Themes, Mild Adult Language, and Mild Spice / Soft Tension.

Summary: Stolen from a hidden Fire Tribe at fourteen, you spent nine years trapped in Hydra’s hands—experimented on, weaponized, renamed, and restrained. But the fire they tried to control never stopped fighting back. Every mission they sent you on became another quiet act of rebellion, another Hydra asset mysteriously reduced to ash.

When the Avengers finally see footage of you—collar sparking, flames trembling, eyes glowing like embers refusing to die—Natasha Romanoff is the first to understand. You’re not Hydra’s weapon. You’re a survivor looking for a way out. And she’s already decided she’s going to be the one to find you.

A girl made of fire, and the spy who sees right through the smoke...

a/n: requests open

word count: 1,078 words

The Redfang Tribe

Long before Hydra ever learned your name, you belonged to a world no outsider had ever touched.

Deep in the mountains of New Zealand, hidden behind volcanic ridges and thick forest, your tribe lived in harmony with the elements. Fire was not a weapon there—it was a birthright. A language. A living thing that curled around your fingers like a curious spirit and warmed your skin like a second heartbeat.

Your people marked their stories in ink and flame. Your mother’s hands guided the needle when you were twelve, tracing the first lines of your coming‑of‑age tattoo along your jaw and collarbone. The ink was dark against your brown skin, swirling in patterns that represented lineage, strength, and the fire that lived inside you.

You grew up running barefoot across black sand, braids whipping behind you as you practiced shaping flame into ribbons, sparks, spheres. Your elders taught you to listen with more than your ears—to feel the world through heat, vibration, breath.

You were powerful. But you were loved first.

And then Hydra came.

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You were fourteen when the world you knew burned for the wrong reasons.

They didn’t storm your village with armies. They didn’t need to. They waited until you were alone, practicing near the cliffs, fire dancing between your palms. A tranquilizer dart hit your shoulder before you even sensed the danger.

You woke in a metal room. Cold. Silent. Wrong.

They tried to study you. Then they tried to control you. Then they tried to break you.

Your tattoos grew as you did—new lines added by Hydra’s scientists to “track progress,” scars layered over them from restraints, experiments, and the shock collar they eventually locked around your throat when they realized you were becoming something they couldn’t contain.

They named you Blazeborn.

You never answered to it.

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Nine years later, you moved like a ghost through Hydra’s hidden bunker south of New York. Heavy tactical gear weighed down your limbs, designed to restrict your range of motion. They feared what you could do if you were allowed to move freely—if your fire could breathe.

You hated the gear. You hated the guns they forced into your hands. You hated the collar most of all.

But you endured.

Because every mission they sent you on, you twisted. Every Hydra asset you were ordered to protect mysteriously burned. Every Hydra agent who tried to control you mysteriously vanished.

You weren’t their weapon. You were their undoing.

And they still hadn’t figured it out.

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Far above you, in a sleek conference room in the heart of New York, Nick Fury pressed play on a video.

The Avengers watched as a figure—you—moved through a snowy forest, flames curling from your palms in controlled bursts. Your braids swung with each step, your dark skin glowing faintly with heat, your tattoos illuminated like molten gold.

Natasha Romanoff leaned forward, eyes narrowing.

“She’s not attacking the convoy,” she murmured. “She’s taking out Hydra.”

Fury nodded. “She’s been doing that for months.”

Another clip played—this time of you dropping to your knees as the shock collar activated. Your body convulsed, flames sputtering out. Natasha’s jaw tightened.

“She’s still under their control,” Steve said quietly.

“Not for long,” Fury replied. “The collar’s malfunctioning. Hydra’s losing their grip.”

The final clip showed you standing alone in the snow, breath steaming, eyes glowing like embers under ash. You looked straight into the camera—straight through it.

Natasha’s breath caught.

There was something in your expression. Not rage. Not fear.

Recognition. Like you were searching for someone.

Fury shut off the screen. “We need to find her before Hydra does.”

Natasha stood slowly, jaw set. “I’ll go.”

Clint raised a brow. “You volunteering for a walking flamethrower?”

Natasha didn’t look away from the blank screen. “She’s not a weapon.”

Fury gave her a long, knowing look. “Romanoff. This isn’t a rescue mission.”

Natasha’s voice was soft but unshakeable. “It is for me.”

a/n: Guys im very proud of this. I used to write all the timeeee on Wattpad, now I get to be on here. I hope ya'll like it. Chapter 2 is coming sooner than you think. <3

"So um... If you really want to make a snippet, then maybe story about a fire hero who got a high fever, and now their powers is getting lose as their usually warm body is being pushed even warmer to the point they are losing control? And maybe an ice Villain/Supervillain/Rival-Hero comes to help them. And Hero has begrudgingly let them?"

Happy birthday, @just-a-space-rabbit ! I hope you enjoy this! I was pretty out of it while writing it but I hope it turned out okay!

Hero tossed and turned on their bed; everything had been kicked off except the fitted sheet, which was now beginning to smolder under Hero’s feverish skin.

"What are you--" "I don't want to melt it to your skin," he explained, gently pulling the shoe off, "It'll do worse than if I just warm your skin directly." "I don't know if that's better..." she sighed. "If it feels anything like how your ice felt on my body," he met her eyes for a moment, "then I hope it won't be too bad." She couldn't look as he melted the ring around her ankle. Maybe it was the fear of being burned. Maybe she didn't want to watch the fire rip through his skin like flaming leeches bursting from an open wound. "It's done," he said at last. Jumping up at once, Hero rushed away from the spot. "Th-thank you." She heard him stand after her, "Are you--?" "Yes, I'm fine! C'mon, we need to find the way out." "I told you, they sealed the warehouse." She hurried towards the door, "I need to see for myself--" "They drugged you, chained you, and left you alone with me," his voice followed her to the doorway, "and you think they wouldn't have made sure I couldn't get out?" She paused, already noting the rising heat index. If she didn't leave, he might burst into flames again. "What do you want, Villain?" she asked. She sensed him moving closer. "Look, if we have so much fun now, why would we want to meet again?" "I didn't think we'd want to," He chuckled, but she could tell he seemed defeated by this. Hero gasped when he took her wrist. She flinched at how hot his fingers felt on her skin: the way tepid water might burn frostbitten hands. "Ow--w-what are you--" "Come here." And she was drawn into his arms. Not completely, though. She kept her hands between them, flushing when her palms met the rough surface of his chest. Snowflake patterns streaked across the ashen skin, warring with the fiery veins within. Somehow, the effect made him seem more delicate than she knew he was. She tried to ask a question, wracked her brain for a way to break this spell of silence. Instead, Villain leaned closer into her touch, as if still overcome with exhaustion. "I can't remember the last time I held someone," he murmured, head rested against Hero's shoulder.

"It's been awhile for me, too, I guess," she admitted, pushing lightly against him. Not enough to shove him off, though. She still didn't know if she wanted to make him come with her. Even if she could, how could they confine him safely? Broken from her thoughts, she felt a heatspot on her shoulder. Had he kissed her there? "Will you go back to them, Hero?" "I--I don't know," she stammered, a strange warmth creeping up her neck, "That doesn't seem like--like it should involve you." His chuckle echoed on her skin. "Right. I'm not the reason they left you alone." "Maybe if you didn't kill people--" She felt his body stiffen. "I don't kill." "You've burned down half the processing district," Hero said, finally pushing him off so he faced her, "How is that any different?"

"Was anyone inside?"

The calm way he asked made her angry, "They were next to apartment buildings. Residents could have been hurt."

"Hmm, almost as if zoning regulations exist for a reason." "Do you know how many casualties could have happened--" "If the industry giants did their jobs, there wouldn't be a threat of casualties."

"They'll just say accidents happen--"

"I know. And you'll let them." "Listen to me," she cupped his chin. "You're putting innocent people out of work. Ruining the economy--"

I hope you don't mind if I put in another request(your writing is truly AMAZING!)!

May I request Garrett finding his mate after a natural disaster, she's injured badly enough she needs to be changed and afterwards she has the ability to control whatever element caused the natural disaster(ex. volcano/wildfire=fire, tornado=air, tsunami/flood=water, earthqake=earth). She'd still be a little hesitant at using her abilities after having experienced first hand what damage they can cause.

Apologies for the wait, and thank you for another incredibly fun request! I’m so happy you liked the other one, and I hope this one lives up to your expectations as well. ❤️ Enjoy!

thinking about pyros powers rn

its no doubt fire is cool but its interesting that he can only increase the magnitude and intensity of it and its heat, also he's cute in evolution

regardless hes a REALLY easy target for almost everybody with that big cannister of flammable gas on his back, i understand its more powerful than a lighter but good grief. that also begs the question- sinces hes immune to flame is he also immune to explosions? cause i imagine hes not.