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The last few days had been chaos at Stark Towers. It was Christmas Eve and the avengers, especially Tony, had insisted on having a very extravagant Christmas, given that Thor had never had a Christmas and Steve hadn’t had one of seventy years. You had been in the middle of all the chaos, trying to help out with the festivities and trying not to get in the way. The only person who wasn’t helping out was Loki. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to be staying with the avengers, least of all at this time of year. Thor had tried to convince him, on several occasions, that it would be fun but each time Loki just walked off muttering som

(Name) sighed and got up for what seemed like the millionth time that hour. With being one of the most impressive agents S.H.E.I.L.D has, they trusted her with housing their latest criminal from another realm. Being temporarily out of service with they rebuilt Stark Tower. And being also the youngest, Agent Fury came up with some lame excuse how he is giving her a chance to do her country a favor. (Name) knew she was really doing Fury a favor and what he really meant was, “you’re the youngest and I’m your boss. I don’t want to deal with him!” And currently the ‘him’ in question is living with the

In the dead space between dimensions, the warlord, Thanos, stands silent, staring off into the void, caught up in his thoughts. “Master Thanos…” Using his super speed, the Other approaches his master from behind. “What brings you to disturb my thoughts? Shall I assume it is of great importance,” he says, without turning to face the Other. “My lord, we have discovered a being with powers that are nearly equal to that of the Tesseract. She can control fire, water, as well as electricity.” His patience disintegrating, Thanos sharply turns to face his subject. “And your point is?” “M

Massage *~For Glitteringpeaches~* Tony looked up as he heard the door slam. His strawberry blonde girlfriend stormed into the room. She was the picture of anger. He arched an eyebrow. "Hi, honey." he said, his voice laced with a question and some sarcasm. Pepper shot him a glare that could melt the paint of the Iron Man suit - that is, if the Iron Man suit was painted. He put his hands up. "Okay, okay. You win." She snorted and flopped on the loveseat, burying her head in his side. "People are stupid," she said, her voice muffled. Tony wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back comfortingly. "I know. People are incredibly stup

 Pretty. I saw her first, even if I'll never admit it. I saw from across the dance floor at Karma. I mean who wouldn't. Everyone was staring. She was the most stunning thing in the entire club. Pin straight blonde hair that just was aching for you to run your fingers through it. A silver metallic dress that was illuminated by the club's blue lights, some pretty and so bright that it reminded you of poppies in the summer. She swung her hips and moved her arms, dancing with the beat of the club. Not seductively, well not purposely seductive, but in a way that would fit in at a strip club or a Girl Scout sock hop. Innocently seductive, yeah, th

Poor Pepper Potts never consider herself poor. Okay, so there was that one time in middle school when everyone had one of those new fangled cell phone thing-ies, and she didn't. Then when she was sixteen, and everyone had a new, fresh-off-the-lot cars, and she had her brother's old 1965 Volvo. And in college there was a time she could barely afford a Happy Meal, let alone the tuition for business school. But as she stood for the Stark Industries annually company photo between Tony and Happy, the two men she was sure loved her most in this world, Pepper Potts realized she was pretty damn rich.

Sun. Tony had wanted sun, bright, shining sun streaming through their bedroom window to start the day. The perfect start to what he hoped would be the perfect day for them. Instead, it poured. Pepper Potts awoke to a thunderous pounding against the windows. She blinked, slowly sitting upright with the sheet clutched to her bare chest. "Good morning Miss Potts. It is February the 14th, 2011..." Jarvis announced as cheerfully as he could, but eventually Pepper tuned him out. She stretched slowly. February the 14th. Valentine's Day. A chirping sound drove Pepper away from her thoughts. Turning towards the peculiar noise, she found Dummy, acc

He had long since gotten over his fears of wormholes and raining Viking Gods from the sky. He had even managed his crippling dependence on his suits. His suits… Yes, he tinkered still, but it was nothing like he had once done, but his lack of tinker-time was not what made him wake out of a restless sleep. Dreams of ripped apart time and space were not what pushed him into screaming fits during the night. No, none of that was the case, though it would be reasonable to assume so. What he feared most was the woman that lay next to him every night. Sometimes she would wake up when he did, but recently she had resigned herself to sleeping

"Pepper." Pepper turned to gaze at Tony under heavily lidded eyes.  The two of them were sitting in the car off a little ways from the road, after returning from a romantic night of dinner, drinks and laughter.  They had even gone dancing; after all, it was their seven month anniversary.  Tony had established early on that he liked celebrating her any chance he could get. "Yes, Tony?" she asked, intertwining their hands.  He locked his eyes with hers. "I've been thinking…well, we've been together for a while now, and…I want, no, I need to be with you.  Forever.  And so…" Tony reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out

Twelve Percent of Everything. The click of the arrows on the keyboard of Pepper's laptop was becoming monotonous, and she quickly found herself zoning in and out as her mind wandered elsewhere on the steady darkening Friday night. The press's constant desire for immediate responses and reactions in regards to her thoughts on Tony Stark's latest antics and whatever the hell was going on with the Expo's remnants could wait. At the moment the debate over whether the walls of her apartment were white or mauve was much more important. In fact, she was so zoned out at the time that it took her a few minutes to realize that there were already a fe