“Oh, shoot,” Clark mumbled when he accidentally bumped into a person, the ice tea staining their shirt. “That was an accident.” He jerked back a few steps, gently hand reaching up to hold the other by the shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m not usually this clumsy—actually, that is a lie, but I didn’t mean to spill my drink on you.” He looked around, leaving the empty plastic cup on a table and reaching for a napkin. “I’m really sorry.”
america smiled and tilted her head at the man before her, finding it a bit hard to believe that someone so sturdy and polished could be clumsy, but accepted it nonetheless.Â
          “no worries, kent,” she said, recognizingÂ
          the reporter. america took a handful ofÂ
          napkins from him. “i’m beginning to thinkÂ
          i’m a magnet for spilled drinks.”
when mj felt the tap on her shoulder she couldn’t help but roll eyes. she was convinced it was the same asshole who apparently couldn’t leave well enough alone. she was minding her own business, enjoying her well deserved drink but this guy really just assumed that meant all she wanted was him, and only him. “listen bub this is ridiculous, i’m not sure how many times i have to turn you down for you to understand i don’t wanna talk-” mj stopped mid rant when she finally turned around to look and it wasn’t who she thought it was at all. “… i am so sorry, i absolutely didn’t mean any of what i was saying… buy you a drink to make up for all that?”
america smiled and laughed a bit as she looked at her feet, then back up at the red head. she’d dealt with her fair share of guys who simply couldn’t seem to get the hint, and she admired the tenacity and boldness that came with the woman’s words.
          “bub, huh?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
          “i wouldn’t object to a free, drink, no,” americaÂ
          grinned, taking the seat next to her. “what’s aÂ
          nice place like you doing in a girl like this?”
“touch my belongings once more and i will have you escorted out of this building,” julian paused in his reading as he caught sight of a figure out of the corner of his eye. “by force, i might add.”
          “well that’s no way to greet your visitors,Â
          now is it, albert?” america said, a cheekyÂ
          grin playing across her lips as she steppedÂ
          slowly into the office. her eyebrows furrowedÂ
          though the smile remained. “by force? i reallyÂ
          wouldn’t push my luck with that one.”Â
      america chavez
               —  intro
*gently trips in* who dat boi
hi bbys ! my name is finley, but i mostly go by fin, i’m sixteen, and i live in EST. i am beyond excited to get started with america, my smol angry beeb. she’s being played by LINDSEY MORGAN, who i adore ! welcome to the world, trash baby.
                              b i o
now introducing the twenty three year old super heroine, AMERICA GABRIELA CHAVEZ, otherwise known as miss america or simply RIC for short.
ric grew up in a the utopia parallel, her powers given to her likely by her proximity to the demiurge. she only moved to metropolis after her mothers, red and blue chavez, sacrificed themselves for their world. recognizing she couldn’t prove herself in a perfect society, america sought out conflict to solve, resulting in her residence on this earth.
since then, she’s joined up with the young avengers and has been fighting crime in metropolis.Â
america’s got a strong set of morals and the world on her shoulders, even though no one asked her to put it there. she built herself into atlas, a constant reminder that there was something else out there, something bigger than her. there were people she loved and cared about, people that needed to be taken care of. and she couldn’t forget that.
ric’s attitude took its roots when she was just a child. she liked to rough house, to talk like she was taking down an empire with each word, to command a room when she walked into it. she looked up to people like that, and made RESPECT and POWER the first two words in her personal dictionary.
her sexuality came into play at around the same time, though she didn’t know the words for it yet. she was much more fascinated by the other girls, thinking of boys only as friends, as people to hang out with and occasionally wrestle with and nothing more. she’s quite proud of her sexuality, and is incredibly open about it.
as her superhero alter ego, MISS AMERICA, she takes an enormous amount of pride in helping others. whether it be assisting someone across the street or holding up a crumbling building, she’ll be there in a heartbeat if anyone needs her.
that being said, her impulsivity can get the best of her. she’s reckless and brave, often running headfirst into stupid amounts of danger. she’s good at making up plans on the fly, especially if her team is behind her, but her devil may care approach to things tends to get her in trouble with the more experienced heroes running the game. this doesn’t stop her, though, from being the first in the door when she can be, and the last one out of the burning building.
tl;dr america’s a nerd and this got long pls come love her and give this a like if u want me to bop on over into ur ims
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