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Warning: Swearing~~~~~~~~~"Motion trigger: Circus Gallery Vent."I shot up from my uncomfortable position on the ground.'What the-'The ground was cold, metal, and caked with dust and dirt. This wasn't where I went to sleep. I... I was at my desk. In my room. I was working on... what was I working on?"The light... it hurts...," I whisper in a low tone as I cover my eyes from the bright flashing light from somewhere above me. I looked around for a moment to notice a control panel with some other flashing or glowing. There was what looked like a puppet hanging in front of the three large windows that overlooked something that was too dark to s...

Dean tucked away his badge and stepped into the small apartment. A women in her early forties closed the door behind him. Dean smiled at her,“I’m sure you can guess why I’m here? Mrs…” The women smiled back at him and nodded.“Mrs. Hooper. And this is about the deaths, right?”“Yes, I just have a few routine questions for you,” He flashed her a charming smile and Mrs. Hooper nodded and motioned to the couch in the middle of the room.“Please sit, I don’t know much. But I’ll do the best I can to help,” Dean sat down across from her and pulled out a notepad in order to look professional. As Dean asked the somewhat usual—at least for them—questi...

It took nine months.nine months after the big battle in New York, after the PTSD, after the Mandarin.  Tony was finally good and healthy.  He felt it, and he sure as hell looked it.  During those nine months, well, Pepper broke it off.  He didn’t blame her in the least bit, it was hard seeing him reach some of the lowest of lows for him, the relapses and therapy and all of those pills…  She remained friends and business partners with him, and it both suited them just fine.  Tony found that she was so much easier to talk to as a friend, and she was returning back to normal herself.  He had to admit, it was all swell and dandy for Anthony St...

It started out harmless enough, as all things involving Tony Stark did. He wasn't malicious or conniving by nature, no, he just knew how to get his way…most of the time. And when one has natural charm and charisma, would it not be prudent to use said attributes to one's advantage? Again, no. He really couldn't care less about all the fame and admiration his money and legacy brought him, despite what the tabloids would have people believe. He wanted, and felt he deserved, to be admired and sought after for his genius and engineering aspects that were slowly helping the world become a better place; the natural charm and charisma were just ge...

   Skye had tried several times over the past couple months to return to Asgard. Though every time she found a suitable hiding spot, the passage wouldn't open. She didn't need to guess why. Loki still had the bookcase filled up. But that didn't stop her from trying. Asgard was the only sanctuary she had, and she wasn't willing to give up just like 'that'.       Skye was now on her way to one of the operating rooms, escorted by a burley, baby-faced guard clutching one arm, and a lanky, tired looking one grasping the other. She could easily shake off the skinny one, but the heavier guard would pose a problem. There was only one thing she cou...

Summer of the next year "Matthew, you look very handsome," Gilbert said as he helped adjust his partner's bow tie. "Jeez... Are you sure? I feel... Overdone. And this shirt's too big..." "No, you look perfect," Gilbert said. "Now we need to go or we'll be late." "But my hair..." "Your hair is perfect. I'll get Tristan, you get in the car," Gilbert said. "Okay..." They both stepped out of the bedroom and headed down the hall. It had been a little difficult to get used to such an empty house now that Francis and Arthur had moved out to the Frenchman's new penthouse condominium. Of course, they visited often and Francis loved seeing his grand...

10… 9… 8… People gathered on the Time Square, all in winter clothes and embellished with giant hats with glitter, plastic glasses with the upcoming year written on, with the biggest smiles on their face. All eyes were turned to the giant crystal ball, slowly sliding down, and strong voice did the countdown, the chorus echoing all around. 7… 6… 5… It was freezing outside, but it was warm under the covers, and Tony and Steve watched from their bed the live broadcast of the countdown. The small person between them was buzzing with excitement, brown eyes watching in amazement the spectacle and a squeaky voice counting with everyone. 4… 3… 2…...

[Once upon a time, in a land not so very far away or strange, there lived a young woman who decided to write a letter that would change her life...] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Hey there. Do you have a minute?] The young woman who had been reading one of the gossip columns in her favorite magazine glanced over at her computer as the speakers chimed, announcing someone had sent her a message. In the middle of the screen a large text box had appeared, along with the usual bold red letters she’d come to expect...