In the distance, he spotted a figure seated by a tree near the remains of his old house. The setting sun made shadows of her figure, but even in the fading light, he still recognized his childhood friend, Winry Rockbell. He felt a pang in his heart, the same kind he had every time he saw her since he was 15. He hesitated for a moment, staring at his right arm. It had finally been restored during his voyage back from the other side of the Gate, as was his left leg. He still kept his prosthetic automail limbs as souvenirs, however. After living for so long with them, he found it hard to part with
Conqueror's Jewel - Thor x Mystical Object! Reader x Clint x Tony
Anyone who saw the trio of a blonde god, a Robin Hood, and a Tin Man would have given them double takes and/or taken pictures to share on their Twitter feed. That is...until a certain billionaire did poses attracting a whole horde of fangirls.
"Dammit Tony, we are supposed to be undercover." Clint shook his head, while trying to huddle more into his black cloak to be more inconspicuous. Sadly with the blistering Saharan heat, he would not only achieve hot flashes but more looks of suspicion.
"Calm down, Prince Merida." He heard Clint groan at the Disney nickname via mic. "There isn't anything wrong with a little - oh hello! - exposure~."
Thor watched unamused at Stark's mischievous smirk was directed toward a very attra