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UMH: Tower Adventures 11
ANNIVERSARY
(Natasha’s POV)
JARVIS: “Welcome home Ms. Romanoff.”
Natasha: “Good to be back JARVIS.” I slumped against the elevator wall, sighing heavily as this was the first moment in the last 45 hours I could breathe in relief. My head fell back, tapping lightly against the thankfully cold, steel wall of the Elevator as it moved up the tower floors. “God, Im exhausted… and a mess.” I looked across the small space as the wall opposite shimmered into a holo-mirror, my admittedly disheveled reflection looking back at me.
JARVIS: “Was it a particularly trying assignment Miss?”
Natasha: “You could say that.” Fury had sent me to Iraq to quell an uprising of religious fanatics that were believed to be working on  a rudimentary Nuclear bomb. The group themselves were hardly a threat to any nation, but if the bomb they were making had been put together correctly, or more likely, wrong. The ensuing fa
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UMH: Tower Adventures 10
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CHILD WONDER
(Your POV)
You: “You know this place isn’t nearly as bad as Tony described it.”
Natasha: “That’s because your brother has a tendency to blow things out of proportion.” I looked up from the desk to shoot her an unamused look. As I did however and my eyes met hers, I relented. Tony DID have a tendency to blow things out of proportion. “Course, it probably helps that it's June and not the dead of winter.” Also true. “You about ready over there?”
You: “Just about.” I was putting the finishing touches on the new computer system, making sure it had a direct (albeit limited) connection to the Stark Servers. From what Tony said this kid was smart, and I didn’t want him messing with the servers, even if by accident. My ears picked up the sound of a bus coming to a stop. Its brakes squealing as it pulled up on the street. &
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UMH: Tower Adventures 9
(Y/N) Your Name
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THE FRIDGE
(Your POV)
Clint: “(Y/N)... (Y/N).... (Y/N)....” Someone was poking at my face, causing me to stir from my deep peaceful sleep. “(Y/N).... (Y/N)... (Y…..” I caught the intruding digit in my fist, holding it tight.
You: “Poke me again, and I’ll rip it off and nail it to my wall.” There was an audible gulp as I forced my eyes to open, finding Clint sweating lightly as his eyes darted between mine and his finger.
Clint: “Please don’t.” I released him, grumbling as I sat up in bed.
You: “No such thing as a moments peace around here.” I mumbled, looking to the clock on my bedside table. 7:15 in the morning. “What do you want Clint?”
Clint: “There’s a little problem in the kitchen.”
You: “How can there be a problem in the Kitchen? In fact why would YOU care if there was? You don’t
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UMH: Tower Adventures 8
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Dark World
(Your POV)
-Sunday-
Sunday afternoon. Is there anything more relaxing with a drink on the balcony? The city below even seemed quiet today. Pepper was in Washington with Tony getting the zoning permits for the New Stark tower that was to be built there. Now that Tony was giving up Iron Man, he’d decided to be a more active participant in Stark Inc. again. Nat was off on an assignment, Fury wasn’t trying to bug me for anything. It was peaceful.
JARVIS: “Sir, you have a call holding from a Professor Selvig.” Damnit. I sighed, throwing my head back on my lounge chair as I set my glass aside.
You: “Put it through.” There was a beep in my ear. “This is (Y/N) Stark.”
Selvig: “Mr. Stark!” I had to pull the earpiece out as I rubbed at my offended ear, did he have to be so loud? ”It’s so good to hear from you!”
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UMH Tower Adventures 7
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TEST DRIVIN CRAZY
(Your POV)
You: “Tony… what are you doing?” Woken from sleep by JARVIS, saying that TOny needed me down at the gym immediately. I rushed down as fast as the tower’s elevator would allow. THe doors opening only to show me my older (here read ‘Child Like’) Brother flailing around, in a new suit. “I thought you were done making new suits?” He turned to me, the visor of the suit popping open to show his smiling face.
Tony: “I am done making new ones… you know, for me.” My eyes narrowed in confusion as my jaw fell open. He chuckled, turning fully to me to show the suit he was wearing. Its color scheme a far cry from the standard Red and Gold of the Iron Man suit. “Say hello to the C.B. Mark 8.” Of course the body of the suit was practically the same, what set it apart was as always, the faceplate and color palett
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 33
TRIAL AND GRAVE ERROR
(Korra’s POV)
Ashara: “Breathe. Just breathe.”
Korra: “I AM breathing.”
Ashara: “Yes, but ONLY breathe Korra. You are letting the outside world in. Clear your mind of all intrusive thoughts, and breathe.”
Korra: “You TELLING me to breathe is NOT HELPING.”
Ashara: “You’re letting your emotions get the better of you Korra, you need to…”
Korra: “If you say clear my mind one more time I swear I am going to take that holocron and chuck it into the ocean.”
Ashara: “Damn it woman would you just shut up and breathe!?”
Korra: “I AM BREATHING!!” My eyes burst open as I slammed my fists into the ground. Several spikes shooting up around me in response. The Holocron before me left unscathed, having been able to float out of harm's way. Ashara held her head in her hand as she sighed. “Sorry..” I mumbled as I willed the spikes back into
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A Very Starking Christmas: Epilogue
Wilson: “HA! You all thought it was a ring! Come on you really think that Author guy was really gonna give you that THIS soon? Guy’s a fuckin tease and YOU ALL know it! Ain’t that right guy!? Guy? Yo! Author guy. Where you at?....... You all can’t see me right now but I’m walking around this big house this jerk wrote up for himself. No clue where he is though, put too many damn rooms in this place…. Oh there he is…. Is he fuckin asleep!?
Author: “zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”
Wilson: “Helllllooo… Wakey wakey..
   *SMACK!*
   *SMACK!*
Author: “zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”
Wilson: “Huh… Nothin. Wait what’s this on the computer? Ok.. Well, apparently this jerk had something he was writing for all you Deviant people out there… oops, I mean ‘DEVIANT’s or whatever you call
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A Very Starking Christmas: Chapter 13
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LOOSE ENDS
(Tony’s POV)
Clint: “What the hell did you do this time?” My head shot up as Pepper and I exited the elevator. (Y/N) slung over our shoulders. Agent Barton was on the couch on the opposite end, clearly confused. “He’s not dead is he?”
Tony: “Shut up and help us out.” He sighed in exasperation, but complied. Making a show of getting off the couch and walking over to take Pepper’s place at (Y/N)’s right. “Where’s Romanoff?”
Clint: “She’s in (Y/N)’s room. Still passed out. Banner’s giving her a look over now.”
Tony: “Alright, Help me get him in there. That bed should be big enough for the two of them.” We dragged (Y/N) into his room while Pepper flopped on the couch, exhausted from the long boat ride, then drive, then walk. Rhodey had offered to get us a government transport. B
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A Very Starking Christmas: Chapter 12
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CHRISTMAS SHOWDOWN
(Your POV)
The Suits immediately set to tearing apart the EXTREMIS soldiers. Taking out multiples in single swings. And while the subjects were admittedly putting up a good fight, they were clearly losing.
Tony: “Heads up!” Tony tackled me to the ground as a suit and two of the EXTREMIS boys flew overhead, nose diving into the ground below in a fiery blaze.
Rhodey: “So this is what you’ve been doing in your downtime huh?”
Tony: ‘Everyone needs a hobby.”
You: “I’m just thankful yours is useful. And Pepper wanted you to take up painting.”
Tony: “I could have been a painter.” Another set of armor whizzed past us, slamming into the wall to our side before knocking us to the floor.
Rhodey: “It would have been less destructive.” The structure shifted, the sound of metal creaking as support beams began fallin
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A Very Starking Christmas: Chapter 11
(Y/N) Your Name
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HOUSE PARTY
(Your POV)
You: "Ok, run this by me again.” We were on the speedboat we’d borrowed from Trevor, headed towards an oil rig just off the Miami coast. All on the word of said Actor/terrorist face. Rhodes was driving while Tony was explaining to me what Slattery and Killian had explained to him. “So the bombings weren’t bombings but, Extremis experiments gone wrong. And Slattery was hired on to be the Mandarin to take credit for those bombings as terrorist Attacks. Except for the bombing in Kuwait which WAS an actually bomb, but on the orders of a secret backer?” Tony shrugged. Continuing to tinker with my visor. He was attempting to re-attach the on board JARVIS system in such a way that the glitches would not be as prominent. A temporary fix until a more permanent one could be found.
Tony: “That’s pretty much it yeah.”
You: “This all sounds
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 32
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PROJECT Y
(Flashback)
-PLANET DROMUND KAAS-
-Imperial Capital-
(Your POV)
You: “I fail to understand how you are capable of such insubordination.” I was pacing the length of my desk. Situated at the back end of my private office. Vader stood on the other side, his arms folded over his chest piece. His Mechanical breathing made that much louder in the relatively small space.
Vader: “There were other priorities brought to my attention. I am not your daughter's private guard. I am your second in command. Therefore, I have duties to this Empire.” I stopped pacing, slamming my fist into the desk before me.
You: “No. YOU, are whatever I say you are. If that means you are a BABYSITTER then you better DAMN well accept that role! Now my daughter is somewhere in the galaxy. I DON’T KNOW where, with some boy YOU saw fit to send in your place!
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A Very Starking Christmas: Chapter 10
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YOU"RE F***IN KIDDING ME
(Tony’s POV)
Making my way to Miami was the easy part. Stopping only twice during the thirteen hour drive to pick up supplies, then at the motel to turn said supplies into a multitude of deadly homemade weapons and chemical bombs.
It paid to be a genius sometimes.
Tony: “Alright, I’m texting you the address now.” I was sitting in my borrowed car just outside the compound JARVIS had messaged me, now forwarding the address to (Y/N)’s borrowed quinjet.
You: “I’d really feel more comfortable if you just waited for me Tony. It’s only another few hours before I can be there.”
Tony: “No can do.”  I shot back. “Every minute we waste is another minute this fake Mandarin gets in his favor. You saw the message. Who knows what the hell that psycho has planned for his ‘Final Lesson.’ This has to e
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 31
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DUEL OF THE SITH
(Your POV)
You: “Galen Marek?”
Marek: “Are you so surprised to see me old (man/woman)?” The smug in his voice was only emphasized by the cheeky grin plastered to his pale face. Marek had changed much since the last time I’d seen him. His skin was significantly paler, his head shaved, and his eyes held the yellow glow of the Dark side.
You: “A bit if i’m being honest. What the hell are you doing in the realm of the Avatar?” He chuckled, taking step to the right of the circle his students had formed around us. I wasn't about to let him close the distance between us, so I mirrored his movement.
Marek: “Oh wouldn't you just love to know what Lord Vader and the Emperor are planning.”
You: “Oh I could give a fuck what Sidious has concocted. I mean YOU, Galen. Last I heard you were dumped into t
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 30
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ASSAULT
(Your POV)
You: “Well… I guess that’s it.”
Azula: “Doesn’t look like much.”
You: “Neither do you.”
Azula: “Excuse you?”
Zuko: “Can we focus please!?” Azula and I fell into relative silence. Only broken by the constant thoughts in her head reverberating in my own of her want to eliminate me in various ways.
We had made land roughly an hour earlier, and with Jeriahs direction, made way to a cliff top overlooking the front entrance of the academy. I was currently looking over the massive door marking the entryway with a pair of binoculars provided by young Iroh. As expected, it was a standard issue Imperial door. Automatic, emblazoned with the Imperial seal, along with that odd skull painted around it.
Iroh: “She didn’t mention the place was built INTO the mountain.”
You
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AN AWAKENING
(Korra’s POV)
Korra: “Ready?”
Scarlett: “Yes.”
Korra: “Begin.” Scarlett was first to move, taking the offensive and forcing me into a retreat from the get-go. Just as (F/N) expected, her previous training under Amon had made her extremely quick. Her feet lighter then even Tenzin’s. “Ok, getting a bit forceful.” Her strikes were quick, but aggressive. As if she was trying to cause me harm. There was a look in her eyes, she was obviously pissed. “What’s wrong?”
Scarlett: “Nothing.” She responded flatly. Quickening her pace even more so. She was able to break through my defense, her staff coming to slap against my thigh.
Korra: “Hey!” She didn’t respond. If anything, the hit spurred her on. She zoomed around me, constantly trying to connect with any bod
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A Very Starking Christmas: Chapter 9
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RIDICULOUSNESS
(Your POV)
Raza: “Mr. Stark…. Mr. Stark…. Mr. Stark!”
You: “Present!” I jolted up, breathing rapidly as I was jostled from my sleep. Woken from one of those ridiculous dreams you always hear other people talking about but never think you’d have. Mine was me back in high school. I couldn’t help but shudder at the thought. Raza had taken the initiative to wake me, standing over me his his hand shaking at my shoulder.
Raza: “It is morning Mr. Stark, you’re plane is ready and waiting.” Apparently I’d fallen asleep in my chair the night before. The file Raza had given me open in my lap.
You: “Thank.. Thank you Raza.” I moaned through a yawn. “We’ll be ready in a moment.” He nodded.
Raza: “We have a stretcher ready to carry your red-headed friend. Just let us know once you’re ready.
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ANNIVERSARY



(Natasha’s POV)

JARVIS: “Welcome home Ms. Romanoff.”

Natasha: “Good to be back JARVIS.” I slumped against the elevator wall, sighing heavily as this was the first moment in the last 45 hours I could breathe in relief. My head fell back, tapping lightly against the thankfully cold, steel wall of the Elevator as it moved up the tower floors. “God, Im exhausted… and a mess.” I looked across the small space as the wall opposite shimmered into a holo-mirror, my admittedly disheveled reflection looking back at me.

JARVIS: “Was it a particularly trying assignment Miss?”

Natasha: “You could say that.” Fury had sent me to Iraq to quell an uprising of religious fanatics that were believed to be working on  a rudimentary Nuclear bomb. The group themselves were hardly a threat to any nation, but if the bomb they were making had been put together correctly, or more likely, wrong. The ensuing fallout could have caused a mass casualty. The aftermath of which could have sent the already edgy nation into a killing spree, pointing fingers at every enemy they had after assuming the explosion was a preemptive strike. So, I was sent in to put a stop to the project. “They were better armed then I expected.” I picked at my uniform, tugging at the holes and cuts that had been torn into it.

JARVIS: “Well we are all certainly pleased that you made it home safely.” I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting fruitlessly to comb out the rat’s nest it had become.

Natasha: “I’m a mess.”

JARVIS: “But certainly a very lovely one Ms. Romanoff.” I chuckled.

Natasha: “Thank you JARVIS, but I really don’t feel all that great. Frankly right now I just want to get upstairs, take a LONG, hot bath, and go to bed.”

JARVIS: “Actually Miss. you may want to hold off on that bath… at least for the moment.”

Natasha: “What do you mean J?” The elevator dinged, the doors opening. However, they opened onto the observation deck, not the bedrooms.

JARVIS: “See for yourself.” I stood from my place on the floor. Wincing slightly at the soreness in my feet. Deciding to slip off my boots before continuing further into the room. I walked in, noticing the lights were dimmed extremely low. Leaving only a handful of candles to light the way. They led to the balcony, where just outside in the night air, was a table, set for two. A white sheet covering it, and a single rose in a vase in the middle. I smiled, though still a bit confused. I took the rose in hand, sniffing at it before realizing…

It was our Anniversary.

Music began strumming up on the tower speakers, a piano playing overhead.

You: “Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they're not shinin'...” I turned on my heel, finding (Y/N) standing in the doorway to the balcony. A smile on his face as he began to sing. “Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying.” He was singing softly, slower then the song usually went.

Natasha: “(Y/N) you didn’t have to do this.”

You: “She's so beautiful and I tell her everyday.” He ignored me. Walking up to me a placing a single kiss on my forehead before continuing to sing.

Natasha: “I’m such a mess right now..”

You: “Yeah, I know, I know when I compliment her she won't believe me….”

Natasha: “And I’m still in my uniform, and I had a dress I wanted to change into first… and.”

You: “And it's so, it's so sad to think that she don't see what I see…”

Natasha : “Come on (Y/N), I can’t possibly look ok for this..” I was blushing hard by this point, trying to argue my way out of this. As romantic was this all was, it was hardly how I wanted to look on our first anniversary. Still he sang, that same soft smile ever present on his face.

You: “But every time she asks me ‘Do I look okay?’.....” He cupped his hands over my cheeks, tilting my head so my eyes would meet his. I couldn't help but smile. “I say…….When I see your face.There's not a thing that I would change 'cause you're amazing,Just the way you are.” He pecked me on the lips, then took me by the hands and led me back to the table. “And when you smile, The whole world stops and stares for a while, Cause girl you're amazing, Just the way you are.” He guided me to sit in one of the chairs, then walked off to the side, taking up two trays and a bottle of wine from a cart I hadn't noticed before, all the while continuing to sing. “Her lips, her lips, I could kiss them all day if she'd let me. Her laugh, her laugh she hates but I think it's so sexy.” He winked at that final line, causing me to laugh a bit. He then set the trays on the table, pulling to glassed out from under it. “She's so beautiful, and I tell her everyday.” He poured the wine, still singing all the while. “Oh you know, you know, you know I'd never ask you to change. If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same. So don't even bother asking if you look okay, you know I'll say…” He set the glassed down, leaning against the table and turning fully to me. “When I see your face, There's not a thing that I would change, 'Cause you're amazing, Just the way you are.” He stuck a knuckle under my chin. “And when you smile, The whole world stops and stares for a while. 'Cause, girl, you're amazing, Just the way you are.” He walked to my side, kneeling down to be face to face with me. “When I see your face, There's not a thing that I would change. 'Cause you're amazing, Just the way you are. And when you smile, The whole world stops and stares for a while. 'Cause, girl, you're amazing, Just the way you are.” With the final verse he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against mine. Kissing me as deeply as he ever had. In that moment, everything melted away, all the stress, worry, even how I looked. All gone. We parted, and he still had that same smooth smirk on his face. “So? What’d you think?”

Natasha: “I think… I think I love you even more then I did. And I didn’t think that was possible.” His smirk morphed into a full on smiled, causing him to lean in and kiss me again, wrapping his hands around my waist as he did.

You: “Happy Anniversary Nattie.”

Natasha: “Happy Anniversary.” I replied. “Now.. I have to ask because it has been a LONG day for me… what’d you make?” He laughed. “It’s not funny. I just got home and I’m STARVING.” He stood, taking the covers off of the tray before me and in front of his own chair. On the plate was a cut of veal. “Osso Bucco. Like our first date.”

You: “you remembered.” He sat in his own chair.

Natasha: “How could i forget? It was the first time I felt like someone actually cared.” He smiled, reaching across the table to take my hand in his. “Plue you kept fumbling over yourself to make a good impression.” I joked.

You: “Hey!”

Natasha: “Love you (Y/N).”
UMH: Tower Adventures 11
This may be a bit late fore some of my readers, but today September the 8th is the anneversary of the first Tower Adventure, which in turn was th reader and Natasha’s first official date. I hope you all enjoy his little dedication and thank you all for continuing to read my work for well over a year.

The song is JUST THE WAY YOU ARE by Bruno Mars

as always let me know what you think in gen comments below!!

i don’t own Marvel, The Avengers, the song used, or you
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CHILD WONDER



(Your POV)

You: “You know this place isn’t nearly as bad as Tony described it.”

Natasha: “That’s because your brother has a tendency to blow things out of proportion.” I looked up from the desk to shoot her an unamused look. As I did however and my eyes met hers, I relented. Tony DID have a tendency to blow things out of proportion. “Course, it probably helps that it's June and not the dead of winter.” Also true. “You about ready over there?”

You: “Just about.” I was putting the finishing touches on the new computer system, making sure it had a direct (albeit limited) connection to the Stark Servers. From what Tony said this kid was smart, and I didn’t want him messing with the servers, even if by accident. My ears picked up the sound of a bus coming to a stop. Its brakes squealing as it pulled up on the street. “Sounds like he’s here.” Natasha looked up from her place setting up the new “research lab.” Setting the old potato gun down before crossing over to me. After ensuring the Computer was set up properly, she and I crossed over to the couch, taking a seat and waiting. We didn’t have to wait long.

Not a minute after we sat did the door to the barn swing open. A small boy with dirty blonde hair gliding in before closing the door behind him. He turned back around, and stopped dead in his tracks when he found the new set up. His entire face lit up from excitement at all the brand new tech we’d set up for him.

Harley: “Woah..”

You: “Glad you like it.” His head shot round to us, where we were both grinning like mad men. He looked at us with confusion before realization crept across his face.

Harley: “You’re (Y/N) Stark!.” I chuckled, standing and straightening out my suit before crossing over to him, offering my hand for him to shake.

You: “The one and only. You must be Harley. My brother’s told me a bit about you.” He shook it adamantly, clearly excited by all of this. “This is Natasha..” I gestured behind me to my redhead girlfriend, who smiled and waved at the young boy.

Natasha: “Hi.”

Harley: “Hi!” We both chuckled at his excitement.

You: “So Harley.. What do you think of your new set up?” I gripped his shoulder, spinning him around and directing him to his desk.

Harley: “This is amazing! I can’t believe it!!” He paused, then turned back to me with questioning eyes. “But… why?” I kneeled down, coming eye to eye with him.

You: “Well Harley, after Tony came home, he told me all about how you helped him out while he was down here back in December. And we both wanted to say thank you. SO we figured, why not in the best way Stark Industries can?” I turned him back around, directing him to take a seat at the computer. “This isn’t hooked up to your home wifi, instead its hooked directly to Stark Inc. Satellites. Easily the fastest network Internet the world has. Our suits are hooked up to the same satellite system.” He gawked at the computer, Starting it up and immediately setting to work setting his preferences. “Now that doesn't mean try messing with the servers or satellites cause… we’ll know if you do.”

Harley: “Aw man..” Again we chuckled.

You: “Oh! And here.” From my pocket, I pulled a small envelope, handing it to the kid. He took it, opening it immediately.

Harley: “Thanks for everything kid. The Mechanic.” He looked up at me, then jumped, wrapping his arms around my middle. “Thank you Mr. Stark.” I ruffled his hair a bit, smiling lightly.

You: “Nothin to it kid, and you can call me (Y/N).” He smiled up at me before returning to the desk. “Now I gotta get going, I trust you can figure this all out yourself?”

Harley: “Definitely.”

You: “Good.” I stood, offering my hand to Nat, which she took. “Enjoy your new setup Harley, and thank you for helping Tony through some rough times.” He turned back to us as we left, shooting me a thumbs up and a smile before returning to the computer. “Kids.”

Natasha: “Tell me about it.” We walked out, closing the door behind us as we walked down the street towards our ‘borrowed’ Quinjet, having been able to keep the one Nat had used during her time in Kuwait.

You: “You ever… think about having one?” We paused, Nat taking a moment, not to stare at me, but at the floor. Here eyes grew a bit hazy, as if in memory. “Nat?”

Natasha: “Wha.. what?” Her haze broke as her eyes came back up to meet mine. A tight smile growing across her face.

You: “You ok there sweetheart?”

Natasha: “Yeah, I’m fine.” She tugged lightly at my arm, getting me to start walking again.

You: “You know I didn’t mean US have…”

Natasha: “I know what you meant.” She paused and turned to me again, pressing her lips against my cheek. “Just something I never really thought about.” I could tell something was bothering her. Something she didn’t want to tell me right now. I just shrugged it off, I knew she had her secrets. If and when she was ready to share she would Still, as we boarded the jet and took off, she remained unusually silent. Her hand subconsciously brushing over her belly more then once as her eyes retained that look of far off memory. Part of me wondered if she had a child, one she wasn’t ready to tell me about. One she maybe gave up. But I thought better about asking.

(Natasha’s POV)

It was a conversation I knew I’d eventually have to have with him. Just like the proposal I thought he was making back on Christmas. six months later, a few months shy of our Anniversary and I still wasn't ready to have THAT conversation, much less this one.

How do I tell him.. How do I tell him I’ll never have a family with him?
UMH: Tower Adventures 10
definiley a bitter sweet piece. Promise the next one will be a little more heartwarming

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(Y/N) Your Name
(H/C) Hair Color
(H/L) Hair Length
(E/C) Eye Color




THE FRIDGE


(Your POV)

Clint: “(Y/N)... (Y/N).... (Y/N)....” Someone was poking at my face, causing me to stir from my deep peaceful sleep. “(Y/N).... (Y/N)... (Y…..” I caught the intruding digit in my fist, holding it tight.

You: “Poke me again, and I’ll rip it off and nail it to my wall.” There was an audible gulp as I forced my eyes to open, finding Clint sweating lightly as his eyes darted between mine and his finger.

Clint: “Please don’t.” I released him, grumbling as I sat up in bed.

You: “No such thing as a moments peace around here.” I mumbled, looking to the clock on my bedside table. 7:15 in the morning. “What do you want Clint?”

Clint: “There’s a little problem in the kitchen.”

You: “How can there be a problem in the Kitchen? In fact why would YOU care if there was? You don’t even live here.”

Clint: “Nat invited me over for breakfast.. Said she wanted everyone to have a little get together and eat. You know, you, me. Banner, Thor. your brother. But….” I sighed standing fully from bed.

You: “But…. what?” I groaned. He just sighed, shrugging his shoulders before waving for me to follow him. I complied, following him down the hall, into the elevator and down to the kitchen. Once there, he led me through the dining room past the corner that led to the kitchen, where I immediately understood the problem. “THOR!!!” Situated directly in front of the fridge, was Thor's Hammer Mjolnir. The damn thing sat right in the center, blocking either door from opening. Bruce was currently attempting to open one of the doors. His face strained from the obvious effort.

Clint: “We already tried calling him. Tony’s out in the city trying to find him. Apparently he went to eat with his ‘Girlfriend’. She came to pick him up like an hour ago.” At this point, Bruce had managed to pry off the handle to the fridge door. Snapping it clean off and falling to the floor.

Bruce: “...ow.”

You: “Lovely.” I walked over, helping him back to his feet before taking the handle and tossing it onto the counter. “Where’s Nat?”

Natasha: “Right here.” I turned finding her, still in Pyjamas, holding my Replica of Loki's scepter. She marched right past me, the scepter above her head, poised to stab into the fridge door.

You: “Hold it, hold it!” I snatched the thing from her hands before she could plunge it into my fridge. Causing her to whip around in frustration.

Natasha: “Give that back.” She demanded. I raised my hands in surrender, but did not comply.

You: “Nat. Sweetness. I love you but I really don’t feel like replacing the fridge today. Besides..” I set the specter down on the kitchen table. “This is a replica, I really doubt it’s that sturdy.” She sighed and rolled her eyes. Crossing her arms over her chest in frustration.

Natasha: “So then what do YOU suggest smartass?” Well SOMEONE woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

You: “I’m sure we can think of something…”

-ONE HOUR LATER-

You: “PULL!!!” I groaned. Everyone did, taking hold of their own strap and tugging as hard as they could.

Around us, the carnage of our previous attempts to move the hammer and their ultimate failures. Several of the ceiling tiles had been ripped down from our attempts at a pulley system. First manual, then mechanical. Both failed, and the mechanical system had managed to catch fire from the exertion and set fire to not only my ceiling, but Clint’s hair. The wall, surrounding the fridge and even behind it had been cracked or completely shattered by various attempts at moving it from behind the hammer.  However, Tony had had the fridge bolted to the wall and floor causing it to rip the drywall to pieces while cracking the cemement behind that. The floor itself refused to budge because once again. That damn hammer was in the way. Keeping the fridge in place and eliminating any possibility of it moving instead. Speaking of the floor.

The tiles were either cracked or completely missing. In my frustration I had decided brute strength was he best option, and had had Jarvis call the Monger, Whiplash and Scarlett Beast suits down into the kitchen to try and lift, if not at least slide the damn thing out of the way.

The MOnger lost its arm… again. The WHiplash suit’s circuits fried, causing it to fall back and slam into the floor. And the Beast simply fell through to the waist. Currently sticking out waist up from the floor.

Clint’s bright Idea was to strap Bruce to the hammer with Heavy duty chains, Then slap him repeatedly until Big Green came out to play. It did, and the monster attempted to chase after us into the next room. But was held in place by the hammer. THere where a few times when we heard and saw that damn thing creak, as if it were moving. However it still refused to budge. Instead the Hulk eventually tired itself out trying to get to us, and it, and Bruce passed out.

Tony eventually returned from trying to find Thor, unsuccessful in his efforts, and instead joined ours in trying to move the Hammer. Now, he and I were in the Mark 7 and 8 of the Crimson Blade armor, tugging on our individual chains with our replusors at full blast, while Clint and Natasha were tugging on chains of their own. Our effort failed.

The chain tied to Tony snapped, causing him to fly full force into and through the bay window of the kitchen. The shock of which caused Clint and Nat to let go of theirs. And since it was effectively all one large chain, the length of it unravel from the hammer and flew off with me and my end into the wall. I smashed through into the hall on the opposite side, hanging limp in the hole I had created.

AS I sat there, dazed and head throbbing. The elevator opened, revealing Thor and Jane Foster, chatting away and smiling as if there was nothing wrong with the world.

Thor: “I believe I left it in here somewhere.” They walked right past me. Right past Bruce’s sleeping body on the kitchen table. Right past Clint and Natasha as they tried to help eachother off the ground. Right past the Mongers severed arm and the Whiplash suit laying on the floor. “Ah, here it is.” And he snatched the hammer up. As easily as taking a pen in hand. “Now, where were we?” And the marched right. The fuck. Back out. Not once even acknowledging any of us or the damage he had caused.

Nat had managed to walk around the wall to me, just as the visor to my suit flipped open, revealing my scowling face.

Natasha: “If looks could kill.” She took my face in hand, planting a soft kiss on my lips to try and ease my frustration. “How does brunch sound? And somewhere we don’t have to make it?” I sighed, relenting at last.

You: “Brunch sounds great.”
UMH: Tower Adventures 9
Letting Thor live in the tower MAAAYYYY have been a mistake.

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My original page title was alright, though hardly creative, and I always wanted to change it to something a little more simple than XReaderwriter5. (Cause that is definitely a mouthful).
And since whenever I include myself in my stories I refer to myself as the Author. Why not make it official?
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i dont see the purpose, or need to ask people if they’re actually paying attention to your feed or not by asking them to repost this ridiculous thing
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TheRealOhmar Featured By Owner May 26, 2018
Hey man, writting you here to wish you a happy birthday! Hoping you have a great day and year, as well to continue to read your awesome works
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Thanks so much for the message!
Im working as best i can on the stories and I hope to have more chapters out soon!
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Thanks for the watch 😎
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Baby Groot thanks you for the llama :)
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Thanks for the :+devwatch:!! Adorable Girl Anime Emoji (My kawaii plushie) [V6] 
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Thank you for the watch. :)
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