PhoenixAngel7

        Six months had passed since Loki had returned to Earth. During those six months, the two of you had chances to talk but you mostly got the chance to express your anger towards him for leaving you when you were pregnant. Sure, he didn’t know but he left because he assumed you cheated on him. Which was just as bad. Loki was still not allowed to live in the same part of the tower as you but instead had to bunk with Thor (much to his displeasure). Raising the twins had been hard here and there but thankfully everyone in the tower had a baby monitor in case of an incoming attack and to give you a break every once in a while.      

    He let out an exasperated sigh as he picked up the phone. Not one word said and he could already hear you sniffling on the other end. Bucky knew that what he was about to hear wasn’t good. It had been this way for the past couple of months一ever since you started seeing him. Your new boyfriend was certainly not someone Bucky would ever want you with. But no matter how hard he wanted to say something, he knew it would be like all the times before where you would fight with him and stop talking to him for days. Bucky couldn’t take going through that again. He took a sharp intake of breath. “(Name)....?” “

Fire. Someone had screamed it, you smelled it, and everyone had heard the large explosion. You had a ringing in your ears that made you fear you’d had gone deaf. But after a couple of minutes,  the world was screaming in your ears again. You had to crawl yourself out of the car you were underneath, ignoring the pain that rippled throughout your body.    It had all started this morning when a pyromaniac mutant had escaped a local correctional institution specialized for people like her. Or so it said on the pamphlet. The pyromaniac’s villain name was Fiera. She was a Mexican woman with long, black curls that reached her waist. H

You were sitting in your bedroom with Natasha sitting behind you and braiding your hair while you watched TV. When Natasha came home from work, she hadn’t said much to you about how her day went. You assumed it was the usual secret spy stuff that you weren’t allowed to know however even after you had moved into the shared bedroom, she hadn’t uttered a word to you. Yes, she offered to braid your hair but that was about it. “Nat is something on your mind?” you asked worriedly. Her fingers combed through your hair. “No, why do you say that?” “Nat don’t lie to me,” you chided her. ̶

Smile Dog’s tongue continued to lap at your face. It was his way of making you stay awake and encouraging you to get back on your feet. The demon dog whimpered by your feet, where his wet nose nudged your them. You reached over for the knife Laughing Jack had dropped and did your best to roll over to your side so you could try to get up. Your body had become sore from the encounter you had with Laughing Jack earlier so this would take a while. You managed to sit up on your knees but just when you were about to get up on your feet, letters flashed across the night sky: TWO DOWN REMAINING: N/A “Riight,” you said. “I fo

The sky was an onyx oyster and the moon, it’s pearl. You were hunched over a typical Manhattan building; your hood up and mask on. You were like a gargoyle watching the people of the city; waiting for any signs of danger. Ever since the attack of New York, you had developed a bad habit of doing this. Whenever you weren’t watching the city, you felt on edge. You felt as if something could go wrong at any moment. Steve and Natasha had tried to help you many times to fix this habit of yours but to no avail. Your boss, Director Fury, was aware of your situation and kept trying to coax you into taking a break from work but last time yo

It was a cool summer morning when Erik had stumbled across you in the gardens of the institute. At first he wasn’t sure if had actually seen a person, what with him having sleepless nights and stressful days, he felt that it was natural that he’d start hallucinating at some point. But when he approached the rose bush in which you had disappeared behind, he saw you. Your (e/c) eyes snapped up to his, looking curious, shocked, and embarrassed all in a flurry of seconds. “I’m so sorry!” you said, nervous smile gracing your lips. “I didn’t mean to cross into private grounds. Actually, um….” Yo

Due to being a member of SHIELD, your weeks could either be really calm and quiet, or really loud and hectic. This week since Tony was assigned most of the missions because Captain America was busy dealing with the drug cartel in Siberia, your week had been chaotic. The billionaire had strolled around the facility like he owned the place. He would occasionally flirt with you, which you didn’t mind but whenever you were busy with your work, you had to remind him with force to leave you alone. So to help take off the stress you had been feeling, Natasha had decided to take you shopping this weekend. Currently you were at the mall with her

Steve had never woken up next to a woman before. He'd really never had the opportunity. All the pretty girls in Brooklyn had always went home with Bucky and his 94 pound, asthmatic body didn't exactly provided the romantic night a woman was looking for, at least that's what he'd always been told. Then, after the super serum, he'd had other pressing matters on his mind and, though this time women were more inclined to choose him, he'd just always refused. He was too busy, too preoccupied, and he'd started to just accept that fact that he'd probably never know what it was like to have someone else there when he woke up. That is, until this pa

“Clint….” You pushed the peas around your plate. “Mmm?” He looked up, mouth full of salmon. “I was wondering whether you ever met my father.” Clint shifted in his seat, clearing his throat uncomfortably. “I met him briefly, yes.” Your eyes widened. “What was he like as an agent?” “He was one of the best. Your father was Fury’s go to agent for anything difficult, including apprehending me.” You nodded chewing a small mouthful of food before replying. “Is that why Fury wanted me so badly? Because he thought I would be like my father?” Clint gave you