Tony Plays Slender"BRUCE!! I'M BORED!!" Tony Stark's voice echoed through the room. Ever since he had moved in with his boyfriend, Bruce had played the part of entertainer, cook, and all-around caretaker for the spoiled, overgrown toddler that Tony was. He didn't mind. Having someone to care for again, having a reason to get up in the morning, filled him with warm happiness. The kind of giddiness that one associates with a schoolgirl spending time alone with her crush. Bruce poured some creamer into his coffee and walked over to Tony, who was draped lazily on the couch, upside-down."Careful, Tony, or all of your blood is gonna rush to your head." No reaction from Tony. "And you'll explode.""Not until you find me something to doooooooooo.""Wanna play a video game?""I've already beat every game we have.""How 'bout a new game?""Fine."Bruce grabbed a tablet lying on the nearest coffee table and went to a game review site. The first game he saw was 'Slender.' Is that some sort of weight loss game?<
The Visitor (SherVengers Chapter One)"Sherlock! Wake up, you've got a visitor!" John pelted his flatmate with pillows."M'up. Whayawant?" Sherlock had actually been sleeping as of late; he had finally admitted that he was smarter when he was well rested. John was annoyed by this latest round of boasting, but if it meant less crabiness, he would have been willing to pay just about anything."Visitor." John went back to the drawing room. A dapper man was sitting there on the couch, gazing restlessly out of the window. A beefy American bodyguard had told John that he would only speak to Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock came down the stairs, dressed only in the white sheet off of the bed. The man stood up respectfully, and John was surprised to see how short he was, as he gave off a very imposing air."Mr. Holmes," said the man, who was apparently American, too. "My name is Tony Stark. I hear you're the best detective in the world. American cops leave a lot to be desired.""That's no different, then," John muttered under his breath.
The Stark Mansion (SherVengers Chapter Two)Five hours later the three men, along with Tony Stark's bodyguard Dan, who everyone kept calling Rob, were boarding a jet. It was a beautiful jet, of the ilk that Sherlock had had as a kid. Stark Industries was emblazoned in big black letters on the side of the jet. Sherlock questioned Tony for an little while longer, and then decided to switch to Rob/Dan."Did you know Peter?""No. I was hired after his disappearance.""How well do you know Mr. Stark?""I just work for him. I'm unable to disclose any information withou-" This sounded rehearsed."If he finds out you've been hindering my investigation, how do you think he'd react?Rob/Dan scratched his beefy arm."I dunno.""Please cooperate. What can you tell me about Mr. Stark's line of work?""Uh, he, uh..... makes money.""Yes. Most do.""Um, he takes calls sometimes....He talks about iron a lot.""Iron?""Yeah.""Was he close to Peter?""I dunno. I guess, but I wasn't hired until-""Yes, yes, I get it.""Are there any discre
Shervengers Chapter 5Sherlock had interviewed the staff as a whole while waiting for Sean Waters, but had decided that it wasn't any of them. Pepper and Tony had a press conference scheduled, so they went to attend that. Steve went down to the gym and started punching things, and Natasha took a nap. Clint and Thor went to the shooting range and Loki decided to paint. Sherlock looked over the transcripts of his interviews, looking thorougly stumped. John, in his ajoining bedroom, absently browsed the internet, looking at Peter's Facebook profile, his barely used Twitter, his still-active Tumblr. Pictures of him and his friends littered his Wall, and his dozen or so tweets were from a year ago, and were about mundane fifteen-year-old boy things. The Tumblr blog John didn't quite understand, it seemed to be a dumping ground for random images. Pictures of movies, GIF files of celebrity interviews, pictures of teenagers holding packaged food. Lots of baby animals, too. John gave up his halfhearted search and br
A Lot In Common : Loki x NatashaIt would have been a small wedding, but the man who was getting married was none other than the heir to the throne. Odin and Freya had commisioned a brand new ballroom for the celebration, and it was nothing short of extraordinary. Thor had spent the last six hours pacing nervously in his chambers. Loki was there, comforting his brother as he steeled himself for his new life as a husband. Loki had suggested that the wedding be celebrated Midgardian style, for it would make Thor's new husband feel more at home. Their parents had been furious at first, because not only was Thor marrying a human, his betrothed wasn't even a maiden. But when Steve came to meet them, his respectful manner and courteous shyness won them over. That was when Thor brought up Loki's idea, and they accepted it without second thought. The wedding was this evening, and Thor had to shower six times in as many hours to get rid of the nervous sweat covering his body. Loki was to be one of the best men. Since there was
Waffles: A Superfamily Oneshot"Dada! Wake Up! It's Daddy's birthday!" Tony Stark woke with a start to his six-year-old son jumping on his chest"Peter! SHHH! You'll wake Daddy- Oh." Tony looked over to the other side of the bed. Steve wasn't there. He was probably working out or something. Peter jumped off of Tony's chest and dived back on. "OW! Fu-gosh, Pete. Not in the arc reactor. JARVIS, what time is it?""Nine oh seven, sir.""Thanks. What supplies are in inventory for breakfast.""Sir, you're out of mostly everything. You have some frozen orange juice concentrate, three eggs, a bow of Bisquick, a half-gallon of milk, green food-dye, and a bag of marshmallows.""Marshmallows, Dada!""If it was just you and me, Peetza-pie, you could have all of the marshmallows you want. But I don't want you throwing up on Daddy's birthday.""Aww. Pancakes?""Do you remember last time I made pancakes? Half the people in that hotel ran around screaming because they thought the hotel was on fire.""How 'bout....scrambley eggs?""
WaterNatasha loves water. She knows there is nothing better for exhaustion than a tall glass of water. She loves to swim: she loves the way her body wakes up upon hitting the surface- the cold water is invigorating. Water makes her aware of every muscle in her body. She is able to shut off her thoughts and memories and just become the cold, from her scalp to her toes. She loves the fluidity of her motion, the grace of each flex and bend. She loves the parallel world that comes to her underwater- no noise, no worries, nothing- just cold. She swims laps for hours, until her lips are tinted blue and the bottom of her feet are covered in wrinkles. Then she'll sit in a Jaccuzi, letting the jets massage her shoulders and the steam warm her to the core of her being.~~Thor doesn't really need water to survive- when drinking Midgardian drinks he prefers Starbucks. He likes swimming, but never alone. If he is with others, splashing and playing, then he does enjoy it heartily. But alone- even
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."Umabroneh.""Maybe if you stopped speaking into my crotch..."Bruce sighed. "I'm a Brony." Tony burst into laug