DeathToTheMan

Avengers X Reader: Trick or Treat? (One-Shot!) October 31st It was Halloween, it was almost dark and you had convinced your closest friends, The Avengers and Loki, to join you to go trick or treating. They though Ahhh! What the heck? I get candy anyways. You came out dressed as a princess; you smiled looking at The Avengers in their costumes. Tony was dressed in a clean suit but was wearing an iron hat that covered his head and only showed his face, Natasha was wearing a small purple dress but had spider legs’ coming out of her back, and Hawkeye was dressed as a Hawk. The Hulk was dressed as Frankenstein and was holding a pumpkin dre

------ 13 years later ------ I ran through the halls of the crashing building, attempting to evade the falling debris. A battle was raging outside. Ever since that car was first thrown into the air, chaos had spread everywhere. There was a large hole in the sky that was a window to space and these silver aliens had been coming through, destroying everything. I was currently stuck in an office building on the floor right before the top one, trying my best to stay alive. The elevator stopped working a while back and both exit doors were jammed shut. There was no way I could escape, so I had to go for the next best thing; run for my life. Once t

Loki sat on the floor, playing with (name), his daughter. "Do you want bunny?" He asked, holding out the stuffed animal. "Ya! Bunny!" She replied with a giggle, grabbing her bunny. "Ehehe, you are so cute (name)." Loki tickled her tummy and she fell over in a laughing fit. "Dada!" She squealed, grabbing his finger. A smile spread across his face as he picked her up. He held her in his arms as she yawned, cuddling into his shoulder. The little baby was around a year old in Midgardian terms, but she was still very young. Loki stroked her soft black hair and she looked up at him with her shinning eyes. (Name) looked exactly like her father,

Sigh… For a moment he sat still staring at the lab wall. Tony felt the gust of wind as the speedy mutant switched seats. Again. Now he sat backwards in a rolly chair, his arms propped up on the backrest and his chin resting in the crook of his elbow. Sigh… Once again, he exhaled. He began swishing his leg back and forth causing the chair to move slightly and squeak. A gust of air hit Tony once again, signaling the movement of his unwanted companion who was now perched on a stool. Another quick movement and he was sitting upside down in the rolly chair spinning in a slow circle. Sigh. Tony sat the wrench down with a loud clang. 

[A/N: There is talk of sex in here, and the word "Fuck" But what do you expect from the game "Fuck, Marry, Kill" (also named "Bed, Wed, Behead")?] You took your seat in the large circle of couches that had been gathered in the middle of the room in Stark Towers. The other Avengers sat in the seats next to you, Natasha on your right, Steve on your left. "Alright people," you began, "what game will be playing tonight?" It had become a weekly tradition to play a game with the Avengers. Whether it be a verbal game like Telephone, a physical game like Twister, a digital game on a gaming station like the Wii, or a board game like Monopoly. You he

All the Avengers were sitting in the contrivance room waiting for Fury to get there. Yes, Nick Fury, the one who had called the meeting was late. This was quite enjoyable for Stark; he could drink with only one person, Steve, yelling at him. But his joy was short lived because Fury soon came marching into the room, looking quite agitated if I might add. "Meeting canceled-" "Thank God. I can go back to being productive with my life," Tony practically jumped up from his chair. "Not so fast Stark. We will continue as planned, but at the moment we are needed at (F/N)'s middle school," Nick glared at Tony with his good eye. "All of us." The bill

"I'm fine!" "No, you're not. Get your ass over here and let Bruce fix you up." You glared at Tony and held your most-likely broken wrist against your chest. You sat on the couch beside the various other injured Avengers. Well, you say injured, but it was really only various states of bruising. Natasha didn't even have a scratch. Bruce walked over to you and gently pulled your wrist towards him. "Yeah.." He inspected it carefully. "It's broken." You bit your lip roughly as the pain shot up your arm. Steve sat beside you, slipping his arm around your shoulder and holding you comfortingly. "How did this even happen anyway?" Natasha looked ove

"I'm fine, boys!  Really!" You insisted. A pained moan fell from your lips as you curled up in a ball.  Instantly hands covered your body, taking your temperature, pulse and monitoring your breathing rate. "99.0 degrees Fahrenheit." The Doctor murmured. "Not really a fever.." "80 beats per minute, and her breathing seems normal." Sherlock's eyes trailed over your tense frame, attempting to deduce the problem. "Perfectly normal, guys, honestly..." You huffed.  Your two geniuses were desperately trying to figure out what ailed you, after you had practically collapsed in pain, whilst on a case. As usual, they were over-analyzin

"Hey Pincushion, I'm going for some ice cream. Care to tag along?" Logan rolled his eyes at the nickname, "Not if you're gonna call me that." You snorted, "Fine. Now come on, we haven't eaten ice cream in years." "When you're on the run shit like that slips the mind." "I'm not listening!" You said in a sing-songy voice, "And whatever you said, not an excuse. I wonder how many new flavors were made since 1921…" Logan stood up, "I hate when you say shit like that. Reminds me we're over a century old." "Yeah but we look like we're thirty so I'll take it! Come on, this is way overdue!" You pulled Logan out of the house and took his h

            “Bobby Drake, you are the most infuriating, senseless bastard I have ever met! You can just go screw yourself!” (Name) threw a stuffed animal at his face before storming out.            It was night time in New York when (Name) high jacked Logan’s motorcycle and left. She had been in her pajamas, a pair of black shorts and a large purple tee-shirt, preparing to go to bed when Bobby had, once again, pranked her. He had set her sink faucet with blue Kool-Aid that squirted all over her. She chewed him out before leaving into the freezing tundra that was New York.              (Name) hadn’t made it far befor