Hey guys! So I've just recently fell head over heels in love with the Marvel universe, and I couldn't resist writing something for it. Also, if any of you happen to be readers of my Dangerous Magic fanfiction, I've put that on hold until further notice.

This is a Bruce/oc, but there will be a lot of cute Avenger family moments that I can't wait to share with you guys!

She wondered if this time she would die.

Without any fear for the black void beneath her, Saniya skipped off the highest bridge in New York City.

The air pushed against her body, like a friend desperate to place her on solid ground. Waves rushed closer and closer, eagerly waiting to swallow her whole. Death seemed inevitable, but then she felt the familiar tug in her chest.

Suddenly, time flowed in the other direction. Falling simply turned into flying. In the exact amount of time it took her to drop, she was standing on the edge of the Verrazano Bridge. Not a second had passed. Saniya smiled and took out a marker from her back pocket. She tallied a line on her wrist.

This was the twelfth time that she had survived.

The first time she discovered her trick —as she endearingly called it— was an accident.

The second time was absolutely on purpose, just to see if she could do it again.

Same with the third, fourth, fifth... all the way to her twelfth time.

Oh, how her parents would be ashamed if they knew what she was doing. They would scold her for being so reckless and willing to throw her life away for a thrill. Or, more likely, they wouldn't care whether she fell into the river or popped back up to the bridge.

Her heart fluttered in her chest, begging Saniya for more. One more jump. Who was she to deny it? A small giggle escaped her lips before Saniya leaped off the bridge. Exactly five seconds later, everything reverted back to its original state. It was like she hadn't even jumped in the first place.

Thirteen.

She frowned. Thirteen was an unlucky number. Might as well jump one last time to make it even.

Saniya back flipped this time. She watched the stars as she fell. Everything was much clearer on top of the bridge.

There was a tug, plop back on the metal, then the comforting feel of the marker writing the fourteenth tally mark.

She considered climbing off the bridge, but then she remembered how horrible it was down below. Saniya was completely broke, her parents had ostracized her, and she was living in a shelter with complete strangers. Life wasn't the best for her at that moment, but there were better things to do than sitting there feeling sorry for herself.

Like jumping off bridges.

Saniya almost died for the fifteenth time.