Whose Vampire Is This?

You drank Captain America’s blood and think you can get away? Reborn in the Marvel Universe, I became a picky little vampire at Uncle Carlisle’s house. Ordinary blood bags tasted like plain water, until I met a blond hunk out for a morning run in Brooklyn. “Stay away from me!” I snarled at the man giving off a dangerously enticing scent. “I’m dangerous!” He leaned closer instead. “What a coincidence. I like dangerous.” At an Avengers party, I found out he was Captain America and was so startled that I crashed right into his arms. While he pretended to be drunk, I stole a sip of his blood. Guilt-ridden, I kissed his forehead. “For your safety, we shouldn’t see each other again.” I’d just slipped out the door when an amused voice sounded behind me: “You drank my blood and think you can run? Miss, my blood bank is open only to you.” Here’s another story I recommend: While Shipping the Superheroes, I Ended Up Married, Natasha x Superman. I might write a Harry Potter fanfic later, so stay tuned.