AMERICA.

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Rule number one of multiverse travel: you don't know anything.

► GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME & ALIAS: america chavez CURRENT TEAM(S): independent hero / trainee at kamar-taj PREVIOUS ALIASES: n/a AGE: 16-17 SPECIES: extra-dimensional being MULTIVERSAL ORIGIN: utopian parallel

GENDER IDENTITY: cisgendered female SEXUALITY:  lesbian NATIONALITY:  utopian parallel ETHNICITY: latina ( see headcanons )

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: cierra ramirez SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: eyes glow blue when using powers HAIR COLOR: black EYE COLOR: brown ACCENT: american ( undeterminable ) CURRENT COSTUME: as seen in multiverse of madness

► BACKGROUND

CURRENT HOME: kamar-taj PAST OCCUPATION: multiverse traveler CURRENT OCCUPATION: kamar-taj trainee / multiverse traveler SNAP STATUS: survived in a different reality

► RELATIONS

SIBLING(S): none PARTNER(S): none CHILDREN: none PARENT(S): two unnamed mothers

► HEADCANONS/FUN FACTS

she never dreams as she’s the only america chavez

there’s a 616 america, but they are not the same as that america is not from the utopian parallel and only thought that she was

there are no discernable ethnicities in the utopian parallel, but america is latina. while the america of earth-616 was puerto rican and lived with a puerto rican family/adopted the ethnic identity, america never had a family and has been on her own

if she did identify with an ethnicity, it would be puerto rican

accidentally lost her moms in the multiverse and knows she needs to go find them. the only issue is how much she likes the reality she’s in. it feels like she’s not alone for the first time in years.

is also afraid to find her moms because she’s worried they’ll hate her for what she did

powers manifest as blue stars that open doors to other realities

does not hate wanda for what happened

stephen isn’t her dad, but she’s glad to have a parental like figure

pretty much exclusively wears a denim jacket + converse sneakers

► WANTED CONNECTIONS

wong (mcu) -- the sorcerer supreme that america trains under

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America’s in denial. 

That’s the nicest way of saying it. She’s in denial because it’s the easiest thing to be — and easy has never been something that she’s been allowed to have. Life is hard. No one knows that better than the orphan who became adrift in the multiverse because she hurt the people who loved her more than anything. America’s lost, and she’s lost, and she’s been lost. It took a long time to find people to love again. Once she did, she vowed to never lose them or let anyone hurt them. Stephen, Clea, Wong. They’re her people now. America isn’t adrift even if she’s still lost. 

The denial: something could possibly be wrong with Stephen Strange.

Ever since she heard about the explosion, she’s been in pieces. America should have been there. She should have been there. She could have done something — like open up a portal and gotten everyone to safety. Maybe if she’d been there, Stephen wouldn’t have died. But no, she had been in Kamar-Taj with her stupid sling ring trying to do some stupid magic that doesn’t come naturally to her. By the time Wong came to her with a somber countenance it was too late. Stephen, Sam, Clint. All of them. Dead.

Ever since the resurrection, America’s tried to not be a pain. She doesn’t want to be clingy, but she also doesn’t want to let anyone out of her sight. The search for her mamá’s has been sidelined entirely. Instead, she sticks around the Sanctum and makes excuses as to why she can’t return to her room at Kamar-Taj. For the most part, Wong hasn’t pressed her. He knows America isn’t a permanent student there.

When she finally finds Stephen, there’s an exhale of relief. He’s alive, he’s fine. He has to be fine. “Hey,” she shoves some dark hair behind an ear. “I was looking for you. You want to grab a slice?” All she needs is to spend some time with him to alleviate her nerves.

Everything is fine. 

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spiderxling​:

“I’m okay, yeah. It was terrible to be there and not be able to do anything to stop it, but we’re all back now right? Maybe it’s best to not think about it too much.”

“Stephen died.” Again. This is just the first time that people remember due to Doomstadt being wiped from the minds of all but a select few. “You did, too. That’s muy loco, and not in a good way. Maybe if I had been there I could have helped or teleported you guys somewhere. I should have been there.” America hadn’t been there, though. She’d been back at Kamar-Taj because joining the Avengers sounded like a joke.

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destroyrofworlds​:

“You’ve still got some time. As long as you invite me to watch.”

“As much as I’d love to, we’ve got other problems. Were you there when Stephen and the others — when they, um, blew up?”

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wizardstrange​:

“I know,” Stephen knew America well enough by now to know that she wasn’t going to let a bombshell like that go. And he couldn’t really blame her. Knowing that he had a Clea of his own to potentially develop a relationship with was something that had been on his mind ever since 616′s Strange was resurrected, but he didn’t want to force anything. And besides, she really was a completely different person. For all he knew, there could be nothing there between them at all. He wasn’t too keen on finding out.

“We handled it the best we could at the time. And… you were there for Latverion and what followed afterwards. There didn’t seem like much good that could come out of me telling you that I was a reason why that happened. I’m sorry.” Taking things on on his own was something he was still trying to unlearn, and he was getting better. It was just still taking some time, and back then his relationship with America wasn’t what it was now.

“It’s okay to be scared by it. The multiverse is something that I don’t think we’ll ever be able to fully comprehend, even if you can literally hop between realities. That’s scary.”

“As long as you know,” America grumbles. She could keep at him, but the guy also deserves a break. They’ve all been put through it lately, and Stephen maybe more than others. Having a broken heart must make everything ten times worse. This is one of the many reasons why America is more than okay with not having romantic connections in her life right now. They make everything so freaking complicated.

Stephen’s right. America had been there. She and Clea had watched Stephen die and had been powerless when it came to saving him. She’ll never admit to the nightmares she still has, or the way his dead body has been seared into her mind. Getting struck by mystical lightening isn’t a pretty way to go, America’s learned. Maybe it’s because he died, but she decides once more to take it easy on him. “It’s cool, dude, really. Let’s just not make secrets between us a thing. We gotta stick together, y’know?” America doesn’t really have anyone else.

“Maybe not, but I don’t think I’ll ever stop trying. I either have to be okay not knowing or spend the rest of my life hopping around. I’m not sure which sounds worse.”

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bcrtonhawk​:

“Like I said, I’ll leave it to the professionals.” Clint gave her a wink before he shrugged softly. The multiverse was vast and scary, and he already had enough shit going on in his life at the moment. He didn’t need to add tussling with a variant of himself or getting stuck in another reality to that growing list. “The Thunderbolts. I’m sure you’ve heard of us.” It was impossible not to, with how much publicity Cage pumping out for them.

America likes this guy. He doesn’t seem to take himself too seriously, and his wink makes her smile. “Not the criminal Thunderbolts, right? The one that has the Winter Soldier and Black Widow? If so, I’ve heard you’ve got a mean boss.”

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resurrectedstrange​:

“I don’t either, kid. We agree on that.” Stephen chuckled. “It’s hard to have empathy for the people that have hurt us. You’re already better at that than I am, I can tell you that much.”

America allows herself to go back to the moment in which she had pulled Earth-831 up next to Earth-199999. She sees the look in Wanda’s eyes and how lost the witch is. It’s definitely pity she feels now.  “I don’t know. For me, I saw how desperate she was. It made me wonder what I would do to get my mamá’s back. Not that, that’s for sure. But for a tiny second I could see how she got there.”

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spiderthree​:

peter let out a slight laugh, cheeks beginning to flush slightly red in embarrassment, “i…i don’t have a good enough answer for you. temporal anomaly? who the hell knows.”

“Temporal anomaly is time travel, I think. I’m not great with terms. I never stuck around in one place long enough to name things.”

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destroyrofworlds​:

“Maybe you’re right there.” At the end of the day, Daisy and her team still made it back to their own timeline in one piece, with S.H.I.E.L.D.’s existence still intact. The Avengers still made it back with all of the stones and reversed what Thanos had done, albeit five years later. Both were still wins at the end of the day, even if they suffered losses on the way. Her head tilted at the mention of some younger X-Men popping up. “Those must have been the ones who were still trapped in Pleasant Hill, then.”

“I’m right more often than people think.” America lacks a lot of formal education but has learned to think on her feet. She finds her gut to be pretty trustworthy for the most part. She’s made it this far, at least. “Yep, those ones. I still don’t get how that works. Time travel, that is. Multiverse? I’m your girl. Temporal anomalies? No sé.”

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spectormcrc​:

“Ball form? What does that even mean?” Marc had his fair share of debates about styles of pizza with people, but ball pizza was a new one. He almost didn’t want to know. “Yeah, Chicago style.” His smile was faint, but still held some nostalgia to it as he sat down with her at a booth and took a glance at the menu. He already knew that the pizza was going to suck, so he didn’t look for long before crossing his arms and leaning back into the booth. “I dunno, like three inches. People also call ‘em pies. This?” He pointed to the pictured pizza on the menu and tsked. “This ain’t pizza. Not really.”

“It means it’s in the shape of a ball,” America repeats as if it should be obvious. She settles into the booth across from him, the menu completely ignored. As long as it’s hot and has cheese then she won’t be too picky. America is, in some ways, incredibly easy to please. She spent so long living on her traveling the multiverse that all she needs is food, water and shelter. Everything else she can live without. “Pizza and pies are different.” America laces her fingers together. “Calling a pizza a pie is dumb. What’s the point? There is none. At least this pizza doesn’t pretend to be another type of food.”

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kitchensdevil​:

“America. I like the name.” Matt offered a small smile in the girl’s direction as he raised his eyebrows from underneath his red-tinted glasses. There were still times where he doubted the name Hell’s Kitchen had given him, but by now it felt oddly fitting. Leaning into the devil persona certainly helped. “Last time I checked, Star Girl isn’t taken.”

“Me too. It’s kind of funny though, ‘cause I’m not from America.” That makes it a little ironic in America’s mind. In the Utopian Parallel, there’s not even a country called America at all. “Star Girl?” Her nose scrunches. “Double pass. That’s awful as well.”

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spiider-dad​:

“MJ said the same thing.” Peter replied with an awkward laugh. “Hence why I said.. too much trouble. I can manage a little. I think.”

“Yeah, I don’t know who MJ is.” America shrugs. “The multiverse is a dangerous place. Gotta love it, though.”

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barneswinters​:

“The sad thing is you’re not entirely wrong there.” Bucky sighed softly as he thought back to the rest of the Thunderbolts. Most of them were almost impossible to hold a real conversation with. He wasn’t sure he could handle another in-depth conversation about Steve with Alexei. “Friends is a strong word. They’re more like coworkers.”

“Wait, you’re not actually friends with rocks, are you? I didn’t think this reality had that kind of thing going.” There are some that do. Everyone being rocks isn’t a far stretch in America’s mind, but it sounds super boring. “If they’re coworkers, does that mean you have no actual friends?”

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 america chavez using her powers requested by @withered-rose-with-thorns

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wizardstrange​:

Yup, there it was. As if on cue, America was pressing him about his reality’s Clea and suddenly he wished he could put his foot in his mouth. Or rewind about five seconds and stop himself from mentioning her altogether. But the cat was out of the bag, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to move on without answering some of America’s questions. 

“Yes, I’ve met her. And you’re only hearing about it so that we can clear the air there and never mention this again. They’re not the same person. Just look at Clea’s Strange and me.” There were similarities, sure, but ultimately they were two different people, with two different sets of wants and desires. 

Well, maybe that second part wasn’t true. Regardless, Stephen wasn’t going to try to force anything to happen with the Clea Strange of his reality. Something about it just didn’t feel right.

“The first time I met her, she hauled me off to the Dark Dimension to look at an Incursion. Told me that I caused it and that we were going to fix it.” Looking back, there was already some tension there between them, and maybe that was why he’d been so quick to drop off of her radar when he met 616′s Clea.

He shot America a glare at the friend comment, even though she wasn’t technically wrong. Here he was, talking about his relationship troubles to a kid. While he appreciated her presence, he didn’t want to burden her with any of this. His sharp look softened at the edges though at the Spanish as he huffed quietly under his breath, a small laugh escaping him. “Eso significa mucho viniendo de ti. Verdaderamente.”

The mention of the state of their reality didn’t help with the unease Stephen was feeling as he ran a pensive hand along his beard. “It doesn’t seem to end, does it?”

“You know I can’t promise that I’ll never mention this again.” It’s definitely going to come back up now that she knows. “I can’t believe you hadn’t told me this. Even outside of the fact that she’s Clea, incursions and reality falling apart is something that should be on my radar. It’s my thing. If you caused an incursion, that’s something I should know about.” Not because they’re friends, but because America travels the multiverse. Even though she’s not its guardian, America keeps an eye on it.

Slouching down in her chair, there’s a moment of silence. Friends are hard. They’re not something that America ever got to have growing up. She’s still growing, actually, and that means she has chances to make them. A grumpy forty something wizard was never what she had imagined when she was schlepping from one reality to another looking for food and shelter. Back then, America didn’t want to get distracted by the idea of other people. It had just been about getting her máma’s and getting home. Now, she actually lets herself go that place where she can imagine others caring about her without the fear of hurting them.

“End? No, never. It never ends. It’s like the multiverse: it just keeps going and going with no stopping point. Honestly, Stephen? It scares me. No me asusto.”

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spiderxling​:

Peter’s face twisted in disgust for a moment. “I’ve met a guy who can do that. It’s weird. Never met any actual spider-people though. The multi-verse sounds.. overwhelming.”

“Maybe when you’re new to it, but it’s my home.” It’s the only home she’s known for a long time ever since being sucked out of the Utopian Parallel. America has no place to belong, so she belongs both everywhere and nowhere. It’s as confusing as the multiverse itself. “You get used to the weirdness. Besides, there’s some pretty sick parts.”

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resurrectedstrange​:

“Without killing you? That’s often how it works.” Stephen was killed and his soul was stolen, after all. He knew what people were willing to do for power. “I’ll have to thank her for that, then. Even if you don’t sound overly enthused that she’s trying to do better now.”

“Well, I don’t like how it works, then.” There’s a slight huff. She did almost die multiple times because of the Wanda thing. America softens slightly at his following comment. “I’m not — I mean, I’m not not enthused. I want her to be better. I feel bad for her.” It was pity, almost.