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Clint crawled through the vents, hiding as best he could. Nat was pissed off and she'd probably kill him now. His heart stopped each time he heard a noise in the vents, thinking she caught up and was ready to bring him his demise in the air vents of Stark Tower. He didn't mean to piss her off! Sure he nicked her with an arrow, but it wasn't his fault! She ran into his shot! … Even though he should have seen her walking. And he wasn't supposed to be shooting arrows in the Tower. Let alone tranquilizer arrows… "Clint Barton I'm going to fucking murder you!" Natasha yelled. Clint could have had a heart attack right there. He foun

You tied your son's shoes and kissed his nose. "All ready!" Kris smiled with his pacifier still in his mouth and you hugged him. You picked him up and brought him to the living room where Steve was waiting. You handed Kris to him, "Have fun with Daddy, baby boy!" Steve smiled and kissed you, "Since I get the day with Kris, do I get the night with you?" Your mouth dropped open a little bit, "Steve Rogers, did you just imply that you want sex tonight in front of our one and a half year old son?" He kissed your cheek, "And if I did?" A shiver went down your spine, "I need to lose the baby weight first…" He chuckled in your ear, "I

Clint crawled through the vents, hiding as best he could. Nat was pissed off and she'd probably kill him now. His heart stopped each time he heard a noise in the vents, thinking she caught up and was ready to bring him his demise in the air vents of Stark Tower. He didn't mean to piss her off! Sure he nicked her with an arrow, but it wasn't his fault! She ran into his shot! … Even though he should have seen her walking. And he wasn't supposed to be shooting arrows in the Tower. Let alone tranquilizer arrows… "Clint Barton I'm going to fucking murder you!" Natasha yelled. Clint could have had a heart attack right there. He foun

Reader’s POV Wondrous notes filled the air as I played my violin. Softly stomping my feet to the beat. On this roof I played every night. To fill these sad creatures with boisterous tunes. I could see their hearts turn gray along with their hair. Hands turned blue like the pills they take. And their skin lose its glow. We have hidden ourselves from the world. Me and my instrument. For we were not accepted in society. For we are different from the others. And it does not sadden me. Because I am not alone. I can hear their beautiful whispers every night. And so can the city. For me and my instrument are together and will never part. Pi

You checked your nails as you waited, captive against the wall. Normally you'd have been out and back to your business, but finally someone had done their research and knew you couldn't melt everything, unlike what the media had speculated on for years and years. You rolled your eyes and relaxed your wrist, looking down at your compromising position. Spread eagle and chained to a wall. "Makes for some kinky stuff if I can play my cards right..." You muttered. You then smirked to yourself cockily, "And I always do." You stayed, trapped, against the wall in boredom, counting the seconds, which turned into minutes, which even turned into a fe

"Ugh Nat, this suit is so tight," you whined as she helped you put on the suit. "Gosh, how does Steve wear something like this?" "I guess he's just used to it now," Natasha said with a small smile. "You look good in it though. You'll be able to fight anyone now in that suit." She took a step back so that she could observe you from head to toe better. You turned around and looked in the mirror and had to agree with Natasha. You did look good. The suit was very similar to Steve's except it showed off your mid drift and unlike Steve, all you wore was a white winged mask. Your (h/c) hair was let loose and framed your face nicely. Natasha passed

'I should have stayed in bed', you mumbled to yourself.  It was only the second hour into the work day, and the cold you thought was only the sniffles was moving right along like a train though your head.  Maybe some tea would help, you thought.  Grabbing your mug, you head for the coffee room and walk straight into Cap, spilling some of his coffee onto the both of you. "Sorry, Steve.  I didn't see you."   You both reach for the dish towel on the counter and he chuckles. "Ladies first."  You smiled, dabbing at the spots on your pants.  Handing the towel to him, you notice that his shirt certainly took the brunt of the collision.  "Hey, ____

“Kurt,” Professor X smiled when the young teenaged mutant walked through the door. “It’s nice to see you. How are your studies going?” “Good, Professor,” Kurt smiled back. Professor X kindly asked Kurt to take a seat in front of him. The blue skinned teen complied, smiling nervously. As far as he knew, he hadn’t done anything wrong. Unless someone had told Professor X about all the bad things he had done and gotten away with, Kurt thought that he should be safe from the Professor’s scolding. “Kurt,” Professor X began. “I would like you to do something for me.” &ld

Dead Man, Dead Man Where Are You? (Denmark x Reader) Contest entry for ~GizmoJax (https://www.deviantart.com/gizmojax)’s proverb contest! Song(s)- Near Light by Olfur Arnalds https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHVh_L_kv1Q . . . I sighed and watched as the blue seas rolled by. It was a warm night, much of the people had already left for bed leaving me to myself, well, almost to myself. Below me stood a man, a man whom seemed to almost vanish every time I’d look away. He’d appear and disappear on whim, as if he himself was the wind and the warm summer night itself. I never had the chance to speak with him. The many times I’d try and walk over to the