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fand0mh03 · 1 year

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Runaway; part two

hi! I’ve decided I’m going to make this a series. I’m not sure how long yet, but there will be more parts coming soon. Thank you for reading!

“You seriously described the Boston Tea Party as a tea party held in boston? On a test?” Wanda laughed as she questioned Y/N, who had just told her a story from when she was a teenager.

“Can you blame me? I was out for a week, I had no idea!” She exclaimed, laughing along at the memory. This was the happiest the 24 year old witch had felt in a long time, especially considering today. It was like a breath of fresh air for her. The two women had been chatting away and enjoying the time together for the past 2 hours- making it about 10 o’clock in the night. Wanda was grateful to not have to spend this night alone; well atleast all of it. She was afraid she’d break if she was left alone for too long. Y/N made her feel better, like a plant where after all of the sun, the rain finally came.

“Hey, Y/N, I have to close up for the night, I’m sorry,” a man came out- to which Wanda assumed was the chef and owner of the diner. She looked over to Y/N, who nodded and said good night to the chef.

“Well, Wanda, looks like it’s time to go. C’mon,” She spoke to Wanda, who tried to hide her sadness, so she offered a small smile as Y/N stood up. Wanda stood up with her, and tried to stop herself from blushing when Y/N grabbed her wrist and led her out of the door.

“Do you have anywhere to stay?” Y/N’s sweet voice alarmed Wanda, making her look over at her.

“I can manage,” She smiled at her, but Y/N’s face stayed worried.

“I have extra room in my apartment, you could stay there for as long as you need.” Y/N offered, and Wanda’s heart fluttered. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to say yes, but she also had nowhere to go, and wouldn’t be able to access her bank account due to her identity being “dead”, not that she had much money anyway though. And safety aside, Wanda really liked Y/N, she couldn’t just say no.

“Yeah, okay, thank you so much. Can I offer you money or anything, I’m not sure how long I’d be staying for,”

“Don’t worry about it, you don’t have to pay me, it's fine. Here, let’s go to my car, it’s cold and late.”

Wanda followed Y/N to her car, which was a silver toyota camry, and slid into the passenger seat as she unlocked the door. Y/N buckled her seat belt and started the car, pulling out of the diner’s parking lot and into the streets. They sat in silence for a while until Y/N turned on the radio and started singing along to Taylor Swift.

“We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘till january,” She softly sang, making Wanda slowly start to smile.

“Cause this is our place, we make the rules”

“And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear. Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?”

“Can I go where you go?” Wanda joined in with Y/N, causing Y/N to glance over at Wanda with a grin on her face.

Singing lyrics, and laughing at each other, dancing at red lights and stop signs, loving every second of their time together, Wanda couldn’t help but wonder, how long would this last? Would Y/N end up leaving too? This made her smile falter, but she put up the facade of enjoying herself to her wits end. She felt bad for thinking like this, but everyone she’s ever loved was gone, and she was scared of forming new relationships. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she shouldn’t have talked to Y/N for so long, maybe she shouldn’t have gotten in the car.

“My hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue, all’s well that ends well to end up with you”

Nervous, Wanda decided to read Y/N’s thoughts, to make sure she wouldn’t get betrayed (for now at least). And Wanda almost started crying because all Y/N was thinking about was how she was excited about getting a new roommate for a little bit and a potential best friend.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever,” Wanda and Y/N continued to sing together while she parked the car and danced along to the lyrics. Wanda let a tear slip down her face and Y/N stopped singing and gave her a worried, empathetic look, but Wanda gave her a little smile which Y/N returned.

Darling, you're my, my, my, my Lover

꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎

Once they got inside Y/N’s apartment, Y/N took her and Wanda’s coats and hung them up on the hooks by the front door. Y/N scurried off into the kitchen as Wanda followed, taking a seat on the couch.

“Can I offer you a glass of coffee? Water? Tea? Anything?” Y/N stuck her head out of the kitchen to talk to Wanda, who softly laughed at Y/N’s hospitality, and took her up on the offer of coffee, because God knew Wanda needed coffee.

“So, what brought you to the diner?” Y/N asked Wanda, wondering why the hero had decided to stop by a quiet coffee shop late at night.

“Uh…” Wanda didn’t want to ruin this, she knew Y/N would already think she’s a monster.

“It’s alright. I’m not interrogating you, I just want to know a little more about you,” She smiled at the red head, and went to get the coffee.

Wanda took it graciously, and decided to tell Y/N what had happened. At least the rundown of what happened. Worst comes to worse, she leaves, right?

********** think of MOM and her kids running from her *********

Expecting Y/N to freak out, Wanda was shocked and pleasantly surprised when Y/N gave her a hug. This caused Wanda to break down. This is what she was afraid would happen.

Loud, painful sobs racked her body as Y/N wrapped her arms around her waist, allowing Wanda to collapse into her arms and rest her head on her shoulder. Hot tears ran down her face, her eyes shutting closed, and the tears rolling onto Y/N’s bare shoulder. She shook from the mental breakdown, and Y/N brushed the hair from Wanda’s face, holding her and comforting her. Something Wanda hasn’t felt in a long time- comfort.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” Y/N whispered to Wanda, in an attempt to soothe her, which worked, the tears slowing down. Y/N pulled away, leaving a kiss on her forehead, and rubbed the other woman’s arms, only when she felt the tears stop and the shaking came to a halt. Y/N continued to hold her, for as long as she needed, letting Wanda rest on her lap. Wanda’s eyes ached from crying so long, so she shut them, and soon, she drifted off into a deep sleep.

#wanda x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximilf #wanda maximommy #wanda maximoff #Elizabeth Olsen #elizabeth olsen x female reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #Runaway series #Marvel

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important-discuss-more-beyond · 1 day

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https://julie-132.szhdyy.com.cn/ox/ZsmL7RP

#share my wife #seo changbin #AKB48 #Asriel #susan coffey #上原亜衣 #runaways #demons #modeling #bts fanfic #soft grunge #boris johnson #motogp #high school musical the musical the series

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lgbtpopcult · 2 years

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40 Sapphic TV Shows You Have to Watch or You're NOT Gay*

We've already established I make the rules 😌

1. First Kill

2. The Haunting of Bly Manor

3. Harley Quinn animated series

4. Derry Girls

5. Yellowjackets

6. Skam Espana

7. Dickinson

8. Atypical

9. Killing Eve

10. Wheel of Time

11. The 100

12. Vigil, BBC

13. The Wilds

14. Orphan Black

15. Invasion

16. The Owl House

17. NCIS: Hawaii

18. Motherland fort Salem

19. The Outlaws

20. Everything sucks

21. Shera and the princesses of power

22. Legends of Tomorrow

23. Adventure Time Obsidian

24. True love or true lies season 2

25. Welcome to Eden

26. Fantasy Island

27. Orange is the new black

28. Skins

29. Runaways

30. Feria The Darkest Light

31. In my Skin

32. Station 19

33. Hightown

34. Run the Burbs

35. Kevin Can Fuck Himself

36. The Haunting of Hill House

37. Home Economics

38. Eldorado KaDeWe

39. The Sex Lives of College Girls

40. Astrid & Lilly Save the World

*This is a joke, you're the gayest person ever, I said so and I'm the ultimate authority on this matter. Case closed.

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laracrofted · 2 months

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❝ like runaway horses, it's a long way back home again when every step is a silver prayer in the face of a hard wind // upcoming rhett abbott x oc fic

across the montana state line; past the cattle ranches and the fenced-in pastures filled with horses; down a rough dirt road that becomes damn near untenable in a good rain storm, winding through fields of wildflowers and sun-bleached brush until the land drops away into wide open skies; is a little house. a half-wild thing.

or a broken-hearted rhett abbott helps luke tillerson's fiancée skip town and over the course of a year, begins again.

#my goal is to write this in mid-march/april #but i'm not writing it until i finish biho because i'm not capable of working on more than one series #fic: runaway horses #rhett abbott x mae brooks #oc: mae brooks #outer range fic #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott x oc #ames makes things #laracrofted writes

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writing2sirvive · 4 months

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“So, thank you for the emotional abuse and the cheeseburgers.” Vs. “Great party.Thanks for all the pizza and sadness.”

Same vibes

#because when he said I my first thought was of that line #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #pjo disney+#pjo tv show #pjo series #Aryan Simhadri #grover underwood #marvels runaways #marvels runaways tv

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deusvervewrites · 12 days

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Runaways AU snippet please.

Inko doesn’t know what she’s doing out here, but she’s started going for long walks after the rain. Something about how it makes all the grass and trees greener soothes that deep ache in her heart, even if it’s only a little.

She ignores the distant cheering of some kind of Hero fight. Petrichor, at least, doesn’t remind her of broken promises.

The underpass is quiet. Of course it is. No one has any reason to take this small out-of-the-way path. Not anymore. Not since Izuku graduated from Junior High. This place barely gets any foot traffic at all. So when the manhole cover suddenly turns, it’s impossible to ignore.

Nothing on earth could prepare Inko for the sight of a small girl who couldn’t be older than five climbing up to the surface, turning around, and helping another child up.

“Is anyone nearby?” says the second child, and Inko’s heart stops. No, she must have misheard. Surely.

That denial dies when the second child rises into the light beside the girl. She would know him anywhere. It’s impossible for her not to know him. But it can’t possibly be.

“You live around here?” the girl says. The boy nods.

“Yeah. Remember what I said, though. There’re Heroes around here, so we’ll have to be care…ful…” he trails off as he meets her eyes.

No imposter could ever recreate the exact expression Izuku makes when he knows he’s caught.

#asks #ask game #ask game series 19 #runaways au

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echo-goes-mmm · 3 months

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Ambrose and Elliot #27

Masterpost

Warnings: oral dub-con, implied non-con, starvation, violence

Master and his friends had passed out, finally. After hours and hours of drinking and sex and entertainment, they had fallen asleep.

It was late, but he couldn’t bring himself to rest. He lay on the floor, naked and cold, dried cum sticky on his sore thighs.

He stared up at the ceiling. His throat hurt, angry bruises blossoming over his skin. One of Master’s friends, Mr. Horneswood, had slammed his head against the floor, and it was only now that his vision had quit fading in and out and his nosebleed had stopped.

Master had never let them be so violent with him before. Beatings and getting choked was nothing new, and Master had chastised them for going too far several times. But not today.

He really thought they were going to kill him this time. He’d never passed out from being strangled before, and they had never hit his head until now, much less slamming it into the hard marble floor. Twice.

Hunger rumbled in his stomach.

He turned his head to see the table. It was half covered in near empty bottles and glasses, but there was food at the end.

He licked his lips. He hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and if everyone was asleep…

He slowly got up, wincing as he went. Master wouldn’t notice if a few rolls went missing.

Master had put out so much food, and his friends were more interested in getting drunk, so nearly all of of it was untouched.

He ate cheeses and fruit, pastries and rolls, and even dared to sneak some of the delicious roasted duck.

It wasn’t until he was full, sitting next to the table, that he realized.

Master had forgotten his chains.

Usually Master made sure he was in shackles when his friends came to visit, just to be certain he couldn’t get away from their lust.

Not tonight. Tonight he was unrestrained. He hadn’t even noticed until now.

He looked back at Master and his friends. They were still completely passed out, sprawled out on couches and slumped in armchairs.

He could run. There was nothing stopping him.

Nothing, except… what if Master caught him? He would be so angry. Master would beat him to death if he left.

They’ll kill you if you stay, said a tiny part of him. You know they will. You can’t keep doing this.

He bit his lip. Master was all he knew, his everything. It was the only thing he was good at; serving as his slave was his entire purpose. It was what he was made for.

What else could there possibly be?

You are going to die here.

The tiny part was right.

He grabbed his discarded clothes, tugging on the threadbare shirt, boxers, and pants Master had allowed him.

He stole a cloak off the coat rack and ran out the front door, pulling the hood over his hair.

He ran, and ran, and ran, and his legs hurt and his head pounded but it was better than death and blood and Master.

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He should have stolen some shoes. He limped along, blood from the pads of his feet staining his trail.

Dawn had come and gone, but he didn’t stop moving. Couldn’t stop moving.

He avoided the roads, instead sticking to the woods. He couldn’t risk being seen yet. Master had horses, and money, and might pay someone to look for him.

It was a hot day. Sweat dripped down his face and soaked his clothes, the salt stinging the cuts on his legs courtesy of the wilderness.

He tripped over a stone early in the night, and torn a toenail clean off, which hurt like hell.

His legs were sore too, knees on fire and thighs chafing from the dried cum and fabric rubbing the skin.

Maybe it would be worth it to find some water and rest.

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After hours of trekking through the woods, he heard running water. He picked up the pace, jogging towards the sound.

It was a small creek, secluded and quiet. Good.

He stripped off his clothes and waded in. It was freezing cold, goosebumps forming on his skin. He crouched down and drank some of the water, soothing his dusty throat.

He splashed some of the water on his face, wiping away the sweat. He washed off the best he could, and crawled out of the creek. There was a flat rock nearby, and he laid the cloak down on top of it.

A few hours of rest couldn’t hurt.

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He followed the creek after his nap. It would get to a river eventually, and maybe lead to a town where he could beg for some scraps.

He should have stolen the rest of the food at Master’s house. Idiot.

The creek did get bigger, but instead of bringing him to a river, it ran by a traveler’s campsite. The road must be close.

The campsite had just been used, fresh but cold ashes in the firepit, and fresh horse manure still buzzing with flies.

There were berry bushes nearby (unfortunately inedible ones), and he was struck with a thought.

His white hair was identifiable. No one had white hair, Master said so. Master said he was so pretty with white hair. It was why he was allowed to exist; it made him good enough to live despite being a stupid slave who couldn’t do things right.

Master could find him if his hair was still white.

He pulled off the berries, crushing them in his hands. He slathered his hair with them, staining the white to brown. Much better. He pulled his hood back up and followed the horse tracks to the road.

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The road led to a city, and he kept his head down passing through the gates. The guards didn’t even look at him.

There was a tavern just next to the gates, and the smell of food made him hesitate. It was a busy place, even had some stables attached.

He bit his lip.

He didn’t have any money. He went around the stables, and there was a dumpster out back. He peered into the trash, but he couldn’t see anything he could eat. Damn.

The back door to the tavern opened, and he backed away. Not fast enough, because the tavern owner spotted him immediately.

He scrambled away, but she grabbed him by the arm.

“What’re you doing?” She growled. “You a nasty little thief?” She shook his arm, and he whimpered, shaking his head.

“I- I was just hungry-”

She let go of him and he stumbled backwards into the ground. “‘M sorry! I just wanted to look in your trash!” He started to cry.

“Hmph.” She crossed her arms, staring him down.

“Please don’t call the guard,” he begged, sobbing. “I’ll go away, I swear.”

“I don’t like beggars,” she said. “So come here.”

She was going to hit him, and he deserved it for bothering her. He shakily got to his feet, and limped forward.

“There’s a pile of dishes in the sink. Scrub ‘em.”

“W-what?”

“You scrub the plates,” she pointed at him, “and you get food. That way you ain’t beggin’.”

“Thank you! Tha-”

“Shut up.” She turned and walked inside, and he followed.

There was in fact a sink piled full of dishes, and he got to work scrubbing them clean. The kitchen was hot, but he didn’t dare take off his cloak. He was so hungry he was lightheaded, and the smell of food was torture to the gnawing ache in his belly.

The dishes kept coming, and he ignored the strange looks from the wait staff.

After a few hours, the tavern owner handed him a package wrapped with paper.

“Get out.”

He left without argument, opening the package and eating as he walked.

The sandwich was the best thing he ever tasted.

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The second town he came across, the innkeeper let him sleep in the stables in exchange for scrubbing stains out of sheets.

The third city tossed him out before he could offer anything, and he stole some apples from an orchard by the road before getting scared off by barking dogs.

He had a bad feeling about this next town.

The innkeeper was at the counter, and it was not busy at all. It creeped him out. “How many nights?” asked the keeper, a flat tone to his voice as he scribbled in his ledger.

“I, um. I don’t have any money,” he admitted, “but um, is there anything I can do for you?”

The innkeeper slammed the book shut, and he jumped. The innkeeper looked him up and down, leaning back in his chair.

“I’m just hungry,” he said weakly, “do you have any scraps?”

“Nope. Get out.”

“Please,” he tried again. “I’ll do anything.”

The innkeeper stood up. “I said leave.” He began to shove him outside, and he stumbled, bare heels digging into the wood.

“I’ll blow you,” he blurted, and the innkeeper paused. He held his breath. Why did he offer that?

The innkeeper grabbed him by the arm, dragging him into the back.

The innkeeper tossed him across the room. He swallowed, his mouth going dry. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The innkeeper stalked forward, and he dropped to his knees, tongue lolling out. The innkeeper unbuckled his belt and he knew what to do.

The innkeeper was rough and impatient, and he let the innkeeper fuck into his throat. He just wanted it over. The man grunted, finishing into his mouth, and he was hungry enough to swallow the cum without hesitation.

“Good enough,” said the man, tucking himself back into his pants, and relief flooded him. “Wait here.”

He got a hunk of cheese and a loaf of bread for the trouble.

“Next time offer your ass,” said the innkeeper with a nasty grin, “and maybe I’ll let you sleep the night.”

He scrambled for the door, laughter trailing behind him. There wasn’t going to be a next time.

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There was a next time.

There were several next times, all of which he tried to avoid but couldn’t if he wanted to eat.

He didn’t sleep in the cities anymore, too scared after someone forced themselves on him while he slept exposed in the stables.

That time, the innkeeper was even angry to find him still in the hay the next morning, and had used a horsewhip to punish and chase him out.

He trudged along the road.

Gods, he was so hungry. He felt faint, a chill to his bones despite the sun beating down on him.

He’d been heading north the whole time, and now the cities and towns were few and far between.

The last stop was pleasant, the woman who owned the lodge only asking him to sweep the floor in exchange for a bowl of chicken and rice.

That was a week ago.

The berry bushes along the road were bare now, the birds plucking them empty. He chewed on tree leaves and ate dandelions when he could, but it did little for his stomach.

Please, he prayed to the gods, I know none of you care, but please.

Maybe he should have stayed with Master.

He shook the thought from his head. Anything was better than Master.

Even if it was starving to death in the wilderness.

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The road became thin and rough. It narrowed down to a single cart wide and he wondered if he had walked to the end. But over the horizon was a blurry shape beneath the setting sun, and he dared to hope it was either a village or that he was finally dying and was hallucinating.

He kept walking.

It was a village, with an inn.

He stumbled through the door as nightfall fell.

The tavernkeeper was at the counter, and there was a small crowd in the dining room.

“Please,” he slurred, ready to offer whatever was left of him.

But the tavernkeeper held up a hand to stop him.

“I’ve heard of you,” he said, and his heart sank. Did Master know too? “You’ll do anything for a meal and a bed for the night, right?”

Not necessarily a bed, but he nodded, the effort making his head pound.

“I want a private conversation with you in the morning,” said the keeper, his expression hard to read. “That’s all. I'll even throw in breakfast afterwards.”

He stared at the tavern keeper.

“Yes, sir,” he rasped. No one had ever offered him breakfast. Was it a trick? Too keep him here longer, so that Master would come and drag him away?

The keeper gestured for him to sit at the bar, and disappeared into the kitchen.

He returned quickly with a bowl of stew and a crust of bread, and, of all things, a mug of warm cider.

He never had cider before. Master never allowed him to drink.

The tavern keeper told him where his room (a whole room? with a bed? and a lock?) was, and left him alone to eat.

The food was amazing, and he had to stop himself from scarfing it down and making himself sick. He’d made that mistake before, and completely lost his meal. He remembered crying over the vomit.

The bed was just as good as the food, but he couldn’t close his eyes.

What if the innkeeper told Master where he was? How long would it take Master to come for him?

He rolled over in the bed.

Surely the tavernkeeper wanted more than just talking.

If he were smart, he’d sneak out before dawn. But the keeper promised breakfast, and he wasn’t smart.

He couldn’t pass up two meals in a row. It was too tempting.

He thought about the mysterious generosity of the cider, and the sweet taste of the apples used to make it.

This could be his last night alive before he died by his Master’s hands.

He cried himself into a fitful sleep.

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#part one of this series has always bothered me since i started getting better #so heres the fix and some bonus content.#this was going to be an extra but i actually liked this more as an actual flashback chapter #If you haven't read any extras i highly recommend it #you get (1) an example of Ambrose and Elliot as seen by a villager #and (2) Ambrose just after his husband left #plus (3) a potentially canon future chapter #so check them out if you havent #ambrose and elliot #my writing #whump #slavery whump #multiple whumpers #intimate whumper #runaway whumpee

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lands-of-fantasy · 6 months

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Modern Marvel TV

(Nearly all) Live-action series from 2000-present (2024)

ABC SERIES

MCU-Complementary: These series expand the MCU narrative.

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (2013-20)

Agent Carter (2015-16)

Other

Inhumans (2017)

NETFLIX/THE DEFENDERS*: These series share continuity.

Daredevil (2015-18)

Jessica Jones (2015-19)

Luke Cage (2016–18)

Iron Fist (2017–18)

The Defenders (2017) | The series is important for both Daredevil and Iron Fist storylines, and also deals with a Luke Cage plotpoint.

The Punisher (2017–19) | While he is a regular character in Daredevil Season 2, he is not featured in The Defenders.

MUTANTS: Independent X-Men-related series.

Legion (2017–19)

The Gifted (2017–19)

YOUNG ADULT SERIES*: Mostly separate but Cloak and Dagger make an apparition on Runaways' Season 3.

Runaways (2017–19)

Cloak & Dagger (2018–19) | The series makes direct references to Netflix's Luke Cage.

MARVEL STUDIOS SERIES: Take place in the MCU.

Starring characters previously introduced in the movies:

Wandavision (2021)

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021)

Loki (2021-23?)

Hawkeye (2021)

Secret Invasion (2023)

Starring new characters:

Moon Knight (2022-)

Ms. Marvel (2022-)

She Hulk (2022-)

Echo (2024-) | Protagonist Maya Lopez made her debut in the MCU in the Hawkeye show, but it's possible to watch one without the other.

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*P.S.: The YA series technically take place in the MCU but are as good as independent from it. The same goes for Netflix's shows, though they might still become an effective part of it. This will likely be defined in the upcoming MCU series Daredevil: Born Again.