It had all started when a suited man with a soft smile had shown up unannounced… in your living room. After he practically gave you a heart attack and you had thrown the nearest thing at him, a heavy glass dish you kept by the door for keys and such, which he dodged, he’d introduced himself as Agent Coulson.
You knew exactly why he was here, beginning to plead that you hadn’t done anything wrong and to just leave you be. You had been in New York for three years, happily running your little bakery without incident, managing to keep your ability to manipulate the mass of pretty much anything under wraps.
He had just smiled a secretive smile and said, “We know Miss (L/n). We’ve been keeping tabs on you for a while now. I’m here because the planet needs your help.”
You were sprawled out on the couch of your tiny apartment feeling like you were going to die of heat. You couldn’t even bring yourself to move and call someone to see if you could crash at their place until your air conditioner was fixed. You internally cursed New York for its heat. And then Shield for stationing you here to play baby sitter to the Avengers. And yourself for declining when Tony offered to put you up in Stark Tower.
What you wouldn’t give to be there now, in its air-conditioned embrace, able to move about freely.
You were supposed to be there now. For work. You lolled your head to the side to find the time on the clock across the room, it told you that you were officially two hours late for your job. Fury was going to kill you. You reached out an arm lazily to grab your cell phone and call in sick, finding that it was deader than a doornail before rolling off the couch and on to the floor.
You wound your arms around his neck happily, your hands finding their way into his chocolate curls, and the kiss got a bit more heated. You could feel Bruce smirk slightly as he lifted you to sit on the lab table you’d been leaning against and you wrapped your legs around him to pull him in closer as your tongues battled for dominance.
Within minutes he had your shirt off so he could place kisses and love bites down your neck and collarbone. You were having trouble remembering how exactly that had happened, thinking, “Well that escalated quickly,” as you smirked before letting out a moan as he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot.
Coming back down to earth you realized that this was a particularly bad p
He hadn’t even begin to contemplate the weirdness of it all. He, the rightful ruler of Asgard, was walking along a cleaning aisle with the same group of people he had tried to kill just a few years ago.
‘What did Pepper say she needed again?’ Loki heard Natasha wonder out loud. He knew she was talking to Tony, but as usual the man with the iron tin can as a suit, was ignoring her and walked straight for the large refrigerator with fresh meat.
‘Just take one of those boxes on the top,’ Clint Barton told Natasha instead.
Some days, life feels perfect.
Other days it just ain't workin.
The good, the bad, the right, the wrong
And everything in between.
It was another one of those days.
It was another one of the really bad days. The kind that made you want to run home and just stay in your room, nurse your wounds, and maybe eat a few cartons of ice cream.
The day had started out so well too.
Though it's crazy, amazing
We can turn a heart with the words we say.
Mountains crumble with every syllable.
Hope can live or die
You glared at yourself in the mirror.
“Get it together, (Name).” You muttered to yourself. “They aren’t important. They don’t mean anything. You live with the freaking Avengers! You can handle this.”
But no matter what you told yourself in the mornings, all your confidence would evaporate once you got to school.
So speak Life, speak Life.
To the deadest darkest night.
Speak life, speak Life.
As Tony’s kid sister you were incredibly smart, a little cocky, and absolutely terrifying to Steve. It hadn’t been a problem when you were just friends, you were a fantastic friend and surprisingly way more patient and understanding than Tony, but recently he’d began to feel more for you. It made him unable to approach you, or do really anything involving you, and luckily he’d been set away on a mission before you could notice. He looked out the window of the helicopter with a sigh, he’d be home by morning and he needed to figure out something soon.
Back at Stark Tower you sighed h
You attacked the punching bag angrily and without proper form, ignoring the pain it caused your unwrapped wrists and fingers. There was only one person who could get through to you when you were like this and it just happened to be the very man you were grieving. Coulson had been the family you had never had, the friend you always wanted, and the mentor that you desperately needed.
The chains holding the bag up groaned as you landed a particularly forceful punch. You hated Fury for using his death as fuel for the fight. You hated Steve for not signing his trading cards before he died. You hated Lo