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An Interview (SherVengers Chapter 4)"Uh...." The household took a collective shrug. John was utterly lost.
"John! Allow me to explain. Mr. Stark has a flying suit of iron, creatively calling himself Iron Man. Mr. Rogers here is genetically engineered to be insanely muscular. Ms. Romanoff is a crazy-agile super-spy, and Clint is some sort of special archer. Thor...I don't even know what his deal is, but it's not physically possible. Loki's the bad guy, but they've accepted him now. Pepper's the sexy secretary who keeps track of everything. And Bruce... has anger issues."
"What..." John sighed.
"Allow me to explain." Tony spoke gently to the poor bloke. "I was captured by terrorists a while back and devised a sort of armor that allows me to take just about anything that life can throw. Steve's body was genetically modified to endure any sort of fighting, whether against man, machine, or nature. When Bruce, who's a genius but'll never admit it, had an accident in his lab trying to recreate Steve's modifications,
An Ode To Orange JuiceOh, orange juice, your tart goodness inspires me. In your presence I
Rant and rave uncontrollably.
A simple poem cannot do you justice, because you are so
God damn it, why are you so delicious? I can't get
Jams, sodas and popsicles can't live up do your
I loose sleep at night about your
Color and your flavor and the way you lighten up the morning
Pasta Is A Process (Italy x Pasta)My mouth watered uncontrollably as I walked into the kitchen. It was early morning, and I was all alone. I could smell pasta. I rummaged through the cupboards until I found a pot of a suitable size for cooking pasta. I filled it with water and lugged it over to the stove top. It was huge, and quite heavy when full of water. But I didn't mind, the labor would all be worth it soon...
I turned on the boiler and stared hopefully at the bottom of the pot. It took a while, but soon I watched as the very first bubbles arose from the bottom of the pot, like little angles conjured up from heaven to carry my taste buds off to the gooey paradise of pasta.... I was drooling. I wiped the strings of saliva from my chin and went to find the uncooked pasta. There it was: sitting on the shelf. It practically had a golden aura of lovely taste and texture and warmth, oh what warmth.... Speaking of warmth, I needed to know if the water had finished boiling. I raced over to the pot, unable to contain my ex
The Truth About Anthea((((A/N: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHEN THIS TAKES PLACE.))))
John Watson was getting a little sick of Mycroft's threats and mini-kidnapping. He had just recieved a phone call telling him to get in the car that waited outside the restaraunt, but he was determined to finish his sandwich first. Mycroft wouldn't hurt him, wouldn't dare risk his brother's anger. The sandwich was mediocre, the bread dry and the meat stringy. He finished up his dinner and paid the bill. He saw a big black car on the curb and stepped into it, not asking where he was headed. He took a minute to realise that there was nobody in the drivers seat. Anthea must be out for a smoke. When she returned, she drove off without a word, pretending not to notice John. But the woman who stepped into the car wasn't Anthea. She pulled into a driveway and then noticed John dozing in the back.
"John," greeted Mycroft.
"This better be worth it, Mycroft."
"You really should check the driver in the car before you get in."
Scibros and CupcakesThe last thing Rainbow Dash felt was her skin being cut away from her skull, and the metal of the blade scraping her teeth.
Then she was gone.
"Bruce, where are you? We've got dinner reservations in a half an hour-" Tony Stark was cut short by the sight of his boyfriend lying face-down on the floor. "Bruce! What's the matter?"
"Leave me alooooone."
"Bruce! Tell me what's going on!" Tony sat next to his boyfriend and pulled him onto his lap. "What's going on?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Bruce, you know you can tell me anything, right?"
"Not this." Tony was getting worried. Bruce was Tony's sole confidant, and vice versa.
"I don't say this to many people, but you mean so much to me. I-It hurts me to see you hurting." Bruce looked at him.
"What is this, a Nicholas Sparks novel?"
"He's alive! Now. No bullshit, Bruce. What's up?" Bruce buried his face.
"Maybe if you stopped speaking into my crotch..."
Bruce sighed. "I'm a Brony." Tony burst into laug
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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