What dreams are made ofTony Stark was having a bad day, nothing seemed to be going right from the beginning when he was woken up at 8am by Jarvis because of a technological glitch, that, for all intensive purposes had showed up on the scanners as him being dead even though he was breathing and his vitals were strong. Why it happened was a complete mystery to even the genius brain of the great Tony Stark. Naturally he checked into both the machine keeping him alive and the AI and they both were in total working order.More Like This
If that wasn't enough to make someone crazy, the day only went down hill from there. Not only did Pepper called in sick but, as he was working on an upgrade to his iron man suit, the power had to go out leaving him in the dark to stumble around blindly causing him to be hit on the head by a piece of the armor and pass out..
Meanwhile centuries into the past the great detective known as Sherlock Holmes was currently in the pursuit of a robber wit
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Loki languidly looked out of the window at the falling snow. He had loved to build snowmen and play around in the cold as a child but now it only reminded him of what he wished he could forget. Looking down at his hands doubtingly he wondered whether he would transform under the touch of this weather. He had searched the whole library (as soon as he had been allowed to leave his...room, as they called it, but Loki saw it as what it was: a prison.) for an explanation of the magic that had given him an Asgardian appearance since he had been a baby, but hadn't found anything. Asking Odin about would have been the next, logical step, but he was too proud for that. Talking about his true nature with him once had been more than enough. Loki snorted in contempt.
If it had been for him, we never would have talked about it. He would have been just fine lying to me for the rest of his sorry life.
The snowflakes were whirling around much faster now