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The Avengers - Steve's solo battle
He heard a shriek. Tony lifted his head from the holographic screen, with a puzzled look. First he thought that maybe Steve was watching TV, but it was Tony who was standing in the living room where the TV was and it was turned off.
"Steve?!" he shouted after a moment. There was no answer, just some noise, as something was repeatedly falling to the floor. He turned from the screen and followed the sound.
"Hey, Steve.." he started, entering the bedroom, but stopped seeing him. The blonde was looking alarmed around the room, nervously squirming, as trying either to hide or run away. He was holding a folded paper. Then he noticed Tony and immediately stand up straight, shooting his hands to the back.
"What are you doing?" Tony looked suspiciously at him.
"Nothing!" came the abrupt answer. Next, Steve's face contorted with panic and he dashed to Tony, curling behind his back.
"Woah! Steve, what's wrong?" he asked, turning his head to look at him. The blonde muttered something in
How To Eat An OreoI didn't take this seriously. At all. Please remember this as you read.....Ok enjoy.
Now, anyone who knew Tony Stark knew that he was one to be obsessive. Partying, technology, activities behind closed doors—all were the interests of the renowned Iron Man. However, not many people knew of his other, rather peculiar obsession: Oreos. And by not many people, I actually mean no one. After all, what would people think if they saw that the playboy/superhero had such an unhealthy habit? His reputation would be ruined! So no one, not even Pepper or his fellow Avengers (who had now taken to living with him in Stark Tower after the whole Loki fiasco three weeks ago), knew that every Friday, unless he was otherwise engaged with saving the world, Tony would take a stroll around Manhattan. Each time he would return through the back BACK door of the back door (just to be safe) and stash a new package of Oreos in his super-secret hiding place...that is, the bottom drawe
Stony-Saw mommy kiss Santa Claws
Pairings: Steve/always a female Tony! (Toni)
Title: Saw Mommy kissing Santa Claws
Bucky ran down the stairs excited. He had heard Santa's bells on the roof and couldn't sleep any longer.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of the jolly old man, he hoped from bed and went to the stairs.
But as he started to run down, he stopped noticing mommy was still awake.
His eyes then grew wide as he saw Santa Claws enter the room where she was and lend down to kiss her.
Santa looked a bit diffident from what he was told. He had short blond hair sticking out of his Santa hat-and he had a nice build. Not at all like the fat round belly he had been told about by daddy.
Mommy was wrapping her arms around Santa's neck, pulling him in for another kiss.
Bucky wanted to cry-he had seen enough. Running back up stairs he looked for his daddy-but he wasn't home. He was sadly use to this-daddy was Captain America after all. He had a world to save. Even on Christmas Eve.
Mommy was cheating dadd
Avengers One Shot ~ Functional Fixedness"Tony, your- OUCH!"
"Steve honey, this is only gonna hurt worse if you squirm."
"It's not that I'm -agh!- squirming, you're digging your foot into my- mmf!"
"Just hold still!"
Natasha was in the living room, her legs tucked neatly beneath her as she indulged in a book. It wasn't that she was an avid reader, but every now and then she slipped away into a book where things weren't so chaotic. Lifting her head as this outburst drifted towards her, she raised an eyebrow. She couldn't help it, her curiosity had been piqued. What the hell were those two doing? It sounded awfully.. Provocative. Closing the book with a gentle thud, she laid it aside and stood, walking towards the room where the noises were coming from.
"Steve baby, anyone ever told you your shoulders are tense?" Tony asked, straining slightly. The man beneath him merely grunted, looking mildly irritated. "I wonder why," Steve muttered mutinously, a gasp escaping him as the philanthropist shifted his weight. He was a distinct s
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moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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