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Bright lights from flashing cameras were everywhere, adding to the cacophony of chaotic noise. There was a huge crowd gathered of reporters and assorted guests crammed around the entrance to the new Stark Industries building. In order to celebrate, Tony Stark was throwing a gala inside, and practically the entire city was invited. Or at least, it seemed like the entire population was crammed around them to Bruce. "I can't believe you think this is fun," he mumbled, squinting and turning his face away as another salvo of cameras flashing went off. His companion, Anthony Stark himself, was soaking it up, waving to the paparazzi and smiling bri

My heart is paralyzed My head was oversized I'll take the high road like I should "Where are you going Tasha...?" Clint murmured to himself, adjusting the scope he was peering through so that it came more into focus. Earlier that day, he had noticed her absence in the tower and quickly tailed her. From the rooftops he'd tracked her progress, remaining unseen by the redhead despite her vigilance. Now, flat on his stomach, he watched the woman slip into a small, abandoned warehouse, duffel bag over one shoulder. Slipping the scope away, the archer climbed quickly down and slipped in several minutes after her. You said it's meant to be That

It had only been the start of Loki and Thor not sharing the same room anymore. Odin had thought they were getting too old for it, and thought it best if they finally got their own rooms, now reaching almost teen hood. Loki had been fine with it, almost happy, now not having to deal with Thor flying onto the top bunk and utterly destroying Loki underneath. Indeed, now he could read his books and practice magic without Thor constantly trying to talk to him and ask him what he was doing. Now Loki's room was only slightly cluttered, his desk filled with books and small scorch marks on the wall from when he got angry and magic was too convenient a