Avengers Prank War: How Thor Joined Steve’s Side And Pepper’s Thoughts

Hullo, everyone! I hope you’re having a wonderful Independence Day, celebrating our freedom and remembering those who fought to get and keep it. Make sure to give everyone hugs today! *throws red, white, and blue confetti* And as many of you know, today is also Captain America’s birthday, so what better way to celebrate than with a prank war snippet? Enjoy! Want to see how it all got started? Click here.

Pepper rubbed her eyes and sat up. The sound that had woken her up came again – Tony yelping. She sighed. He had gone to bed way earlier than usual the night before, so she had been pretty sure something was up. Of course, she had warned Steve of the possibility of an early morning prank.

Pepper put on her robe and headed over to the door. When she stepped into the hallway, she was nearly run over by Tony as  he raced frantically down the hallway.

“Tony…” she called, then sighed. It would probably be a while before she got her answers.

There was the sound of heavier footsteps approaching. Thor rushed into view and slid to a stop in front of Pepper. He gave her a slight head not and a smile of greeting. “Good morning, Pepper. Where–”

Pepper pointed in the direction Tony had gone, and Thor dashed away. She headed in they had come from, and soon another sound emerged: hysterical laughter. She entered the kitchen to find Clint doubled over laughing, Banner hiding a grin, and Steve ignoring both of them as he poured himself a bowl of Lucky Charms.

Pepper put her hands on her hips. “What happened?” She looked at Steve, who was clearly the most sand of the three at the moment.

He shrugged, looking for the milk in the fridge. “Don’t ask me. I walked in on this madness.”

Banner stirred his Coco Puffs. “Well, let’s see. Tony switched out the salt with the sugar, as a prank on Steve, of course, but he clearly forgot that today is Steve’s Lucky Charms day, not his scrambled egg day.”

Pepper rubbed her forehead. “And Thor was the first to find out.”

Banner nodded. “After he dumped half a gallon of what he thought was sugar onto his Frosted Flakes. Thor wouldn’t have known who did it if Tony hadn’t started laughing his head off,” he pointed out, scooping cereal into his mouth. Steve poured his milk and sat down to his cereal.

Clint’s face was cheery red when he finally stopped laughing and caught his breath. “Steve’s gained an ally,” he said, grinning. “At least now it’s two against two.”

Steve began picking out the rainbow charms one by one and eating them. Pepper noticed he was attempting to hide a smile. “Yeah.”

Pepper sat down at the table and poured herself some Cheerios. Clint finally sat down, too, eyeing Banner. “You’re not going to take sides, right?” he asked cautiously.

Banner held up a hand. “I am not getting involved in this. Too risky. And don’t you dare try to get me involved.”

Clint turned his gaze to Pepper, and she leveled her spoon in his direction. “I am the referee. I do not take sides.” She moved her spoon towards her bowl but stopped. “Where’s Natasha?”

Clint shrugged. “Who knows? But she hasn’t taken sides yet, so you don’t have to worry.”

Again, Pepper noticed Steve hiding a grin. She frowned at him, remembering that Natasha had joined his side, but as  soon as he caught her gaze he gave her a quick shake of the head. Pepper decided that if neutrality was not an option, she would definitely be on Steve’s side. She did not want to be going against Natasha.

Clint sighed. “I’d better head to my room. I want to get started at the target range early this morning.” He pushed back his chair and headed off down the hall.

The instant he was out of sight, there was a grating noise overhead. Natasha dropped down from an overhead vent.

“Is the deed done?” Steve asked ominously.

Banner sighed. “How did I know?”

Natasha nodded. “I set up a camera, too. Blackmail.”

“He’s heading there now,” Steve said.

Somewhere else in the tower, there was a high-pitched shriek. Pepper groaned. “Do I even want to know?”

“You know the classic prank with a bucket of water over a door?” Natasha asked. “It’s just that. Except with silly string and water guns.”

Pepper could only sigh.

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Avengers’ Isle: Not Alone

Hi, everyone! Did you like how last week’s post ended? Thought so… 😉 This weeks may not seem to end on much of a cliffhanger, but I’m pretty sure you guys will be looking forward to next week’s post…

Also, I metioned to writefury in a comment that I will post extra episodes when I reach certain milestones. There are a few you can help with: 10 reviews on Amazon, 50 sales, and 200 followers on here… New? Read past episodes here.

Tony slowly opened his eyes. It took a second for everything to focus, but when it did…

He yelped and began to scramble backwards. Natasha pulled back, just as surprised and embarrassed. Loki wasn’t even trying to hide his smirk. “What were you doing?” Tony exclaimed.

Natasha pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, sighing in frustration. “It’s called ‘leaning down to inspect the odd welt on Tony’s neck’.” She made a face. “Loki wouldn’t do it.”

Loki snorted. “Of course not. Look what happened.”

At Natasha’s words, Tony reached up and felt the side of his neck. He shuddered as his fingers found the mosquito-bite-like bump. “What happened?” he asked.

“You and Loki went into the forest, and apparently you got poisoned, by a bug or a dart or something. We don’t know,” Natasha said. “You just collapsed, and then Loki brought you back here.” She smirked. “He carried you in his arms, too.”

Tony shot a look at Loki, who avoided his gaze. “Might I suggest that we don’t talk about any of this?”

Natasha nodded wholeheartedly. “What happens on this island, stays on this island.”

Tony smirked and was about to make a snide Vegas-themed comment when Natasha tensed. She turned towards the forest, listening.

The mood immediately darkened. Loki turned in that direction, too. Tony hadn’t heard anything, but clearly both of his companions had. The noise wasn’t repeated, and Natasha relaxed slightly. She turned back to Tony and opened her mouth to speak. There was a whizzing sound and a thud as an arrow burrowed into the sand next to Tony.

They stared at the arrow in silence for a second. “Clint,” Natasha breathed. She whirled to face Loki, her nose inches from his face. “What–”

“I have no control over him now,” Loki said evenly, not even flinching. “My magic is gone.”

Natasha growled, and Tony thought about how glad he was that he wasn’t on the receiving end of her fury. “How do we know that for sure? You’re a liar.”

Loki shrugged, a smirk crossing his face. “Do you think that I would be on this island if I still had my magic.” Natasha hesitated, then made a grumpy face and stepped back. “Besides,” Loki continued, “it’s most likely not Hawkeye. I believe his plane went down with the helicarrier. And if he was shooting at you, he would have hit his mark.”

Tony looked over at the arrow. “One thing’s for sure. We’re definitely not alone.”

A like lets you keep the arrow, a comment lets you find the archer… (in a couple weeks, of course)

The Results Are In… And Another One!

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I’ve finally finished the judging for the Super-Duper Fan Fiction Crossover Challenge! Don’t worry, the next contest will be easier to say. Hopefully.

As I stated in the original post, all of the contestants get a shoutout and a link. So let me introduce you to both all of our contestants!

Erinkenobi2893 submitted an Avengers/Sherlock crossover: Hours of Men and Monsters

Writefury submitted an Avengers/The Lego Movie crossover: The New World (this is part one, part two has not been posted)

Go check both of them out!

I must say that I had a really hard time with this contest. If there had been three contestants, it wouldn’t have been so bad, but… *sigh*

I’ve spent a long time deliberating over this. Both contestants did a wonderful job, and I loved both of their stories! But, unfortunately, there can only be one winner.

Congratulations, Erin! ❤ I’ll re-blog your post ASAP! 😉

It was super close (only one point separated both of them!). I hope both of you – and everyone reading this *points finger at you* – will enter the next one!

Speaking of which…

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That’s right. We’re doing another one.

Have a crossover idea that you didn’t get to? Have a brilliant idea, but not know about the contest? Here’s your chance! Same rules, same scoring. Same amount of fun! Seriously, go ask the contestants how much fun they had. 🙂

In honor of the release of Avengers: Age of Ultron, the deadline is May 1st!!!

I’d love to see more entries this time, and I’ll be posting soon about the prizes! I don’t want to give away too much, since I want to make sure it’ll work out, but the prizes are going to be awesome… 😉

So go start writing! Remember to come back tomorrow for the Paralyzed Dreams virtual book tour – it’s going to be a blast!

Avengers’ Isle: Long Time No See

Oh, I know you guys are itching to find out if Tony kills Loki, or if Loki kills Tony, or if Natasha kills them both. I’m sorry to torture you, but you’ll have to wait… See past episodes here.

There was absolute silence around the campfire. The two men managed to avoid each other’s gazes by staring into the fire. The smaller one gave an involuntary shudder and pulled his legs up to his chest.

“Thanks,” Fury said quietly from the other side of the fire, subdued for once. “Wouldn’t even be alive now if…”

Banner shook his head. “It wasn’t exactly a choice I made. It just kind of happened. Thank the… the other guy.”

Fury gazed at him. Somehow his eye patch had stayed on. Banner wondered if it was glued to his head and shook the thought away. “Hopefully I won’t get the chance to thank him,” Fury said.

The two sat in silence for a while. “Do you think anyone else made it out?” Banner asked quietly.

Fury leaned forward, his hands on his knees as he stared at the fire. “We can hope.”

Thor and Steve both stared blankly at the small fire Steve had managed to build. Sometimes people made him feel stupid, but at least he was smart enough to know how to build a fire. He still had a brain.

Thor interrupted the silence. “I do not wish to be a, uh, wet blanket? But what shall we do next?” Steve felt sorry for the Asgardian. All Thor’s attempts to call his hammer had failed. Steve didn’t know how it worked, but it sure wasn’t working now.

He sighed. “I’m not sure, exactly.” He looked up at the dark sky. “I guess we should just get some rest. We don’t know what tomorrow will bring, and we’ll at least have to find our own food.”

Thor nodded and immediately curled up in the sand. He looked back up at Steve for a second. “Do you think anyone else made it?”

Steve sighed. “We can hope.”

The Asgardian lay his head down. Steve felt a connection with him. They were pretty similar, in a way. This was a different world for both of them, and they were both sort of soldiers.

Steve started to lay down when his super hearing caught the sound of a twig cracking in the forest nearby. He stiffened and gazed at the forest, his night vision struggling.

He hadn’t even considered that they might not be alone.

Steve stood up, advancing towards the forest. He really, really wished he had his shield now. “Who’s there?” he demanded.

There was a chilling, bone-tingling laugh. So familiar. Steve fell towards a nearby tree, gripping it as his knees began to feel weak. In the darkness, the memories seemed almost real. There was a sneer in the voice.

“Long time, no see, Captain Rogers.”

He barely had time to register the words before he blacked out.

Mwa-ha, I am so cruel! Guess we’ll find out what happens next week… or the week after, who knows. Just FYI, we’ll find out later why Thor can’t call his hammer. (And yes, before you ask, I already have a reason. 😛 ) Any guesses on who this mysterious person is? It’s not any of the Avengers or Loki. Just so you know.

Pevensie – A Captain America/Chronicles of Narnia Crossover

Helloooo, everyone! Because of the Super-Duper Fan Fiction Crossover Challenge (What a mouthful. SDFFCC?), I decided I should write a quick crossover as an example. And because the idea randomly came to mind. So this is a Captain America/Chronicles of Narnia crossover, inspired by the fact that both Steve and Mr. Pevensie (we believe) fought in World War II. Note that there is no quote used here, as I didn’t do it for the challenge, and the quote is not required. Enjoy!!!! 😀

Steve let the book fall down into his lap as he stared off into space. It couldn’t be. Could it? He glanced down at the page. He wouldn’t have thought anything of it until he saw the last name. Could this actually be real?

He hated seeing people go down. Friends, acquaintances, even people he didn’t know. All of them had families, loved ones, children waiting for them to come home. But he always would go to the medical tents after a big battle and encourage the men there. It was his way of giving back.

Today, there was another man helping him. He told the wounded men about his kids, funny things they had done, stories they’d made up. He made them smile – some even managed to laugh. He and Steve left together, and Steve noticed the man’s eyes filling as they left.

Steve made him stop. “Are you okay?”

The man shook his head. “That could be me in there. Sometime before this war is over, I probably will be in there, if I don’t die right away.”

Steve put a hand on the man’s arm. “You should think like that…” He paused, not knowing the man’s name.

“Pevensie,” the man said. He looked at Steve. “You’re Steve Rogers, of course.”

Steve gave a small smile. “Yes.”

Pevensie stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a thick envelope. “I’ve been looking for someone trustworthy to give this to, and I can’t think of a better man than you. Could you make sure this gets to my children? There are letters for each of them in there, and one for my wife, Helen, too.”

Steve nodded. “I’d be glad to, sir. What are your children’s names?”

“Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy,” Pevensie said. “My wife said the children were evacuated to the country, staying at a professor’s house.”

Steve gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You can count on me, Pevensie.”

Pevensie.

Steve looked down at the book. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy. Pevensie. Staying at a professor’s house. Professor Kirk. Could it be true? Could there really be a magic wardrobe? Another world?

He didn’t know what had become of the letter. He’d never had a chance to mail it or hand it over to anyone. He’d had it with him during the crash. It must’ve been so waterlogged that someone threw it out. Either that, or… could SHIELD still have it somewhere?

He wouldn’t have even given it a chance if he didn’t know about Thor. If Asgard was real, why not Narnia?

So as you can see, the story doesn’t have to be long, and it can involve any connection. 🙂 Stay tuned for a Word War announcement for Monday. After all, it’s a holiday, we should take advantage of it! 😀

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The Super-Duper Fan Fiction Crossover Challenge!

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As you can see, I’m horrible at naming things, including challenges/contest. 😛 But does that surprise anyone?

Rhetorical question…

For some reason, I really, really like crossovers. It’s always fun to see my favorite characters come together in a way they probably never will in real life. I honestly haven’t written one, unless you count the Avengers’ Isle series thing, but I’d like to, if I could come up with a good idea. For those of you who don’t know what a crossover is, it’s basically fan fiction combining two different universes, e.g. The Avengers/Chronicles of Narnia, or something more book-ish, like the Hobbit/The Hardy Boys. (BTW, the second one was a random, on the spot one I made up…)

So, on to the challenge/contest. Basically, you are to write a fan fiction crossover. (Duh… *facepalm*) Since I will be “judging”, the fandoms must be ones that I know, from movies or books that I’ve watched. I’ll give you a brief list. Pick two, or if you think of a different one you’d like to do, comment and ask. I can’t properly evaluate characters from movies and books I don’t know.

Here’s the list:

Movies

The Avengers (Please keep in mind that I haven’t watched Iron Man 1/2/3, The Incredible Hulk, Thor 2, or Cap 2. No spoilers for those, please. 😀 )

Finding Nemo

Frozen

Tangled

Brave

Toy Story 1/2/3

The Chronicles of Narnia

Night At The Museum 1/2/3

National Treasure 1/2

The Princess Bride

The Lego Movie (??? If you do this one, that will be at the top of my list to read. 😛 )

Books

The Sherlock Holmes stories/novels

The Bible (Please don’t feel obligated to do this one, but I would enjoy reading it all the same…)

Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew (These apparently qualify as one, although I do not agree…)

Dr. Seuss (Eh-he, eh-he… *imagines Avengers/Dr. Seuss crossover*… *dies laughing*)

Frankenstein

The Tale of Despereaux

The Word Changers

Indian in the Cupboard

*end “brief” list*

Ah, so now that we have that over with, we can continue. You do not have to do a book and a movie, I just wanted to provide plenty of choices. If you don’t see something you’d like to do, just ask?

Feel free to do multiple crossovers and submit all of them.

Speaking of submitting… After you finish writing your story, post it on your blog, if you have one (if you don’t, borrow a friend’s, or comment and ask me… hopefully I’ll think of a solution…). Then post a link in the comments here so that I can find your post. The deadline shall be… February *goes to see if it’s a leap year* 28th. That gives you a little over a month. If I don’t have any submissions, I’ll extended the deadline, reboot the contest, whatever.

Now, prizes. If you submit a crossover (or multiple ones 😉 ) you are automatically guaranteed a link/shoutout in the post on the deadline. I will pick the winner based on plot, level of difficulty (e.g., a Lego Movie/Avengers crossover would get more points than a Frozen/Tangled crossover), how close the characters are to the original, and probably a few other things I come up with… And the winner’s story will be posted on here, with the author’s permission.

Now, go start wr–

Wait, what? *whispers with invisible friend Bob* Bob here says I haven’t made this hard enough! He wants me to make it more fun! And what better way to do that than…

Add a twist!

Now, for the sake of your sanity, this twist won’t be required, but you’ll definitely earn some bonus points if you do it. 😉 So here’s the twist. To earn those special bonus points, you must include a quote from a third fandom (as in, not one of the two in your crossover). It must be one of these ten quotes:

  1. The Avengers: “So that’s what it does.”
  2. Finding Nemo: “I am a nice shark, not a mindless eating machine.”
  3. The Princess Bride: “You fell victim to one of the classic blunders – The most famous of which is ‘never get involved in a land war in Asia’ – but only slightly less well-known is this: ‘Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line’!” (Or if you would rather you can use “Anybody want a peanut?” or “Hello, my name is [insert character name]. You killed my father. Now prepare to die.”
  4. Tangled: “Frying pans! Who knew, right?”
  5. Frozen: “Oh, look at that! I’ve been impaled!” (Please don’t make this disgusting if you use it…)
  6. The Lego Movie: “A house divided against itself… would be better than this.”
  7. Night at the Museum: 1 – “Let’s do this, people! And… animals! And… weird faceless puppet creatures!”  2 – “You know, two words come to mind when I hear you talk. “Delusional” and “weirdo”. And if I had to say a third, “goofy.” Just goofy.”  3 – “What, have you never seen a gorgeous woman before… who could be a model if she didn’t love pizza so much.”
  8. National Treasure: 1 – “It’s a big blue-ish green man… with a strange-looking goatee… I’m guessing that’s significant.” 2 – “Sir, please dismount the banister.”

I stopped at eight because somehow I already had more than ten quotes… Go figure.

So, let’s recap, because that was long and rambling…

  1. Find two fandoms, and (optional) choose a quote to include.
  2. Write your crossover!
  3. Post your story on your blog (or someone else’s).
  4. Put a link to your story in the comments here.
  5. Repeat!

Please, please participate! The more participation, the more likely it will be that I’ll do this again! Have fun!

 

It’s Never Boring At Avenger’s Tower…

Once upon a boring day, when Thor was on Asgard and Banner was out shopping (that‘s a story for another time)…

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

Steve frowned as he stared down at his shield. There was something off with the weight. He readjusted it on his arm. Yep, something was definitely off. He pulled the shield off of his arm and gripped both sides tightly. A second later, he split the shield in half with a resounding crack.

There were only two people who could’ve snuck into the room to replace the shield while he was absorbed in the baseball game, and there was only one person who would have the expertise to make such a realistic replica. “Clint! Natasha! Stark!”

Natasha poked her head in the doorway. “Steve, what’s – whoa! What happened to your shield?” The look of surprise and shock on her face was enough to almost convince him that she wasn’t to blame, but best not to rule her out too soon.

Clint came in another door, his jaw dropping. “In a destructive mood? Let me guess, the Dodgers lost.” But there was a little gleeful twinkle in his eye that assured Steve that this was the culprit.

“Tony!” Steve yelled again.

The billionaire poked his head around the doorway. “Nice job,” he grumbled to Clint. Natasha leaned on the other door frame, a grin spreading across her face.

Steve nodded solemnly. “You’re lucky we didn’t have an emergency or anything.” He kicked one half of the broken pseudo-shield and it slid across the floor towards the pair. A quirky smile came onto his lips. “This isn’t over.”

Clint grimaced. “Uh-oh, I don’t think I like that look he had on his face.”

Stark grinned and picked up the shield piece. “Ah, what harm can he do? He’s just an old guy. I’ll bet there weren’t even pranks in his day and age.”

Natasha smiled. “He may just surprise you.”

Tony walked into his lab, humming. He was working on a surprise for Pepper – the vacation cruise she so desperately was longing for – and that had put him in a good mood.

JARVIS’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Sir, I finished the modifications to the Mark V.”

Tony frowned. “What modifications? I didn’t order any modifications.” Why was he getting a bad feeling about this? He hurried over to his suit area and stopped dead in his tracks, horror crossing his face. The Mark V was now pink. Bright pink. Who – who would have done this? There was only one possible answer. “Did Steve do this?” Tony yelled at his AI.

The AI gave an uncharacteristic chuckle. “You should see your face, sir.”

“It was him, wasn’t it?”

“I’m not at liberty to say, sir.”

Tony stomped to the other side of the room. “Now JARVIS is keeping secrets. Perfect.” He left and stomped down the hallway. “Steve!”

Clint stood in his room in his plain white t-shirt and shorts. Natasha always teased him about never cleaning his outfit. What she didn’t know was that he actually regularly cleaned his outfit. He had two, so when he was washing one, he would wear the other. “Girls,” he growled as he slid open his drawer. He stopped, his jaw hanging open.

“Pink?” he squeaked, his eyes growing wide. His hands were gripping the drawer as if it was the only thing keeping him on the ground. “It’s pink!” he yelled.

Steve.

Steve!”

When Natasha saw Tony run by, his face inflamed, she set down her book (in spite of it just coming to a very tense moment) and thought she might as well follow. It would be interesting to see what happened. She could only assume Steve had exacted his revenge. As she stepped into the hallway, she was nearly bowled over by Clint, who yelled something unintelligible as he hurried on. Natasha hoped it was an apology, otherwise… Ah, well, she had enough satisfaction seeing him running around in shorts in a t-shirt. Since when did he do that? She had a feeling this was going to be good.

She hurried down the hallway and found them facing Steve in the kitchen. She smiled. Steve was attempting to look innocent while helping Pepper put away a few groceries and trying not to laugh. Innocence and laughter don’t go too well together.

“You had JARVIS spray paint my Mark V PINK!” Tony yelled, his face furious. “That one is my favorite!”

Pepper frowned at him. “I thought you said the—”

Tony shot her a glare that could fry an egg. “They’re all my favorites,” he growled.

Clint pushed Tony aside. “And my vest! Seriously, my vest? Why would you do that! Pink does not fit my personality.”

“I’m not sure I’d agree,” Natasha said under her breath, earning her a glare from Clint. She grinned.

Steve smiled. “It’s okay, guys. Tony, the paint is washable. I already gave JARVIS instructions on how to wash it off, and he’s probably doing it right now. And, if that really was your favorite, in my defense, I just asked JARVIS to do one, I didn’t specify which. Clint, I already got you another vest.”

The two glowered at him. “This isn’t over yet, Rogers,” Tony growled and the two of them hurried out. Natasha moved into the kitchen and started helping Steve and Pepper.

“Feel like you need an accomplice yet?” Natasha stuffed the cereal into one of the cabinets.

Steve smiled. “You just want in on the fun, without being a target. Clint hasn’t even seen his new bow and quiver yet. They were on clearance.”

Natasha’s jaw dropped. “You didn’t.” Steve just smiled.

There was a very unmanly shriek from down the hall. “STEVE!”

Flash Fiction Fan Fiction

Helloooo, everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, but that’s mostly because the list of book reviews and character interviews I need to work on has gotten pretty intimidating.

But, while I work on those, I might as well give you something to enjoy. Because everyone likes some Captain America fanfiction, right? Titleless as of yet, I think you’ll still enjoy it. Oh, and this takes place right after the Marvel One-Shot Agent Carter, but you’ll still get it if you haven’t seen it. 😉

Peggy searched the small crowd for a familiar face.
“Peggy! Over here!” Howard’s voice called out. She pushed her way towards him and fell into a slightly awkward hug. “How has Flynn been treating you?”
Peggy smiled. “Let’s just say I’m glad to be done with him. How’ve you been?”
He shrugged, but she detected a hint of sorrow on his face. “Pretty good.” He averted his gaze. “Well, let’s drop your bags off in the hotel and head out for something to eat. Maybe some–” He stopped, and it wasn’t that hard to guess what he was going to say.
“I’d love some fondue,” Peggy said cheerfully, the fakeness carefully hidden. “You know you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me, Howard.”
He nodded and picked up her bags. “Right. Well, let’s get going.”
The hotel wasn’t too far, and Howard told her it was only temporary, until SHIELD was officially started and she had time to look for a house. After eating, Howard dropped her off at the hotel, and she retired early. The next morning, Howard took her on a tour of the building that he’d purchased for SHIELD. The tour was achingly long, and then Howard got an odd look on his face and stopped by a door. “This is your office,” he announced, opening the door.
Peggy stepped inside, gazing around at the beautiful room. The desk was beautiful, and Howard had been thoughtful enough to put a few special touches on the room, including a picture of Steve on the desk. She touched the frame, gazing down at the tall, muscular man in the picture.
“I’ll just leave you alone,” Howard said quietly, slipping out of the office. Peggy sat in the leather office chair, setting down the briefcase she’d brought with her. She opend it and set a smaller frame next to the picture. Steve, skinny. Before and after.
She closed her eyes and reached into her briefcase again. She dug around until she found her pocket knife. Then she flipped it open, found an unobtrusive corner of the desk and carefully drew the knife across its surface.
Seventy Years Later
The carving had been worn and smoothed by time. The letters hadn’t disappeared, the handwriting achingly familiar. His finger traced the word. Steve.
If she could’ve known that he’d be reading this years later, decades later, would she have put more? Would she have written something to him? Would she have left her feelings, her thoughts, her love, just a simple note?
If only he could go back.
A lone tear trickled down his cheek and landed on the desk.

The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Thirteen

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!

*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

“Do you have your ropes off yet, Natasha?” Steve asked.

She shook her head. “My hands are pinned to the magnet, and my shoulder aches. There’s no way I can get them undone. Besides, Loki tied my hands plenty tight enough. What about you two?”

“No success,” Barton reported. Steve agreed.

“I think I’m almost there,” Stark called. “I’ve just got a little ways to go. This dagger he so kindly left in my shoulder early isn’t very good at cutting ropes.” He suddenly froze. “Act innocent. Somebody’s coming.” He frowned. “I thought it would take Loki longer than that to beat Thor, even without his hammer.”

Aila burst into the room and hurried out the opposite door, still looking regal, although she looked slightly downhearted. Just as the opposite door closed behind her, the one that she’d come in through opened again. Thor stood in the doorway, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. He looked up at Clint, Natasha, and Steve on the wall, confusion written all over his face. He shook it off. “Where’s Aila?”

“You and that stupid girl,” Stark growled. “Untie me. Now. Where’s Loki? Did you beat him?”

Thor made a face. “Not exactly, but he’s… out of commission at the moment.”

“Thor!” Aila exclaimed in a scolding tone as she stepped back into the room. “You should have brought Loki in. In case he regains consciousness.” She stuck a key in a keyhole – in the middle of the wall – and turned it. A buzzing sound filled the room and the magnetic portion of the wall began sliding slowly downwards, until everything stuck to it was simply sitting on the floor. Thor stared, and then turned and headed out of the building.

“Hey, untie me first!” Stark called, but Thor had already left. He eyed Aila. “You better stay away from me.”

She rolled her eyes and ignored him, walking over to Banner’s cage and unlocking it, letting the huge door swing open, and then went over to the three who had been on the wall and used a knife to slice through their bonds. “There’s antiseptic and bandages in the other room,” she told them.

Thor dragged Loki into the room and used some spare rope to tie his wrists and ankles. He raised an eyebrow when he saw that Stark was still tied to his chair. “Why did you not untie him?” he asked Aila.

She shrugged. “He’s a jerk. But he told me to stay away from him, too.”

Stark grimaced. “That’s not what I meant.”

Thor untied Stark. They cleaned the few wounds serious enough to need immediate attention while Aila stood awkwardly to the side. Stark got back into his suit, Thor retrieved his hammer, Cap his shield, Hawkeye his bow and arrow, and Natasha her gun. Natasha stuck her earpiece in her ear and contacted Fury. They went outside and waited for the jet to come to pick them up, with Steve and Hawkeye both keeping very close to Aila, just in case.

“It’s over,” Natasha mumbled softly to herself, rubbing her temples. “It’s over.”

———-

Fury met the jet as it landed just outside of SHIELD headquarters. The faces of all of the Avengers were worn and tired, and all of them had injuries of some kind. Banner was the least seriously injured, with just the knot on his head from when he was knocked out. The rest were all worse. Cap helped Aila out of the jet and led her towards the building, and her cell, his hand grasping her arm firmly. Thor grabbed Steve’s arm, stopping him. “Take her to the medical people first,” he said. “She may not look like it, but she is injured.” Cap raised an eyebrow but merely nodded and prodded Aila forward. Thor moved over next to Fury as the rest of the Avengers exited the jet.

“You did well,” Fury said. “Why didn’t you tie up Aila, though?”

Thor looked at the dirt. “She saved my life. Loki was about to kill me. She…” His voice trailed off. “Saved me.”

“There’s more, isn’t there,” Natasha said quietly from his elbow.

Thor sighed. “She said it herself. She said that she would lose either her freedom or-or me. And she chose to lose her freedom.” He stopped. “For me,” he said chokingly.

THE END

I hope you have enjoyed this story! What did you think? Keep an eye out for more stories coming soon!

The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Twelve

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!

*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Thor landed on top of a huge building, not even sure what it was, his eyes focused on the warehouse in front of him. Every door, every window was either boarded up or closed, and probably locked. How was he supposed to get in? He jumped down from the building, landing with a thud and sending up a cloud of dust. He began to walk around the building, sizing it up.

A hand gently touched his shoulder, and he spun around. His eyes narrowed and he took a step backward. “Leave me. You are lucky I’m letting you live now. After what you did to me.”

“Please don’t be sore, Thor,” she whispered softly. “I didn’t want to. Really I didn’t.” He arched an eyebrow at her suspiciously. “I didn’t want to do this, either.”

A hand gripped Thor’s arm and spun him around. Loki’s familiar grin was right in his face. “Thank you, my dear Aila,” he sneered, his eyes on Thor’s angry face.

Thor turned to the girl, who had moved off a few paces and leaned against a tree to watch. “You betrayed me,” he snarled.

Aila opened her mouth to reply, but Loki waved his hand impatiently. “Do not try to stall, Thor. Your friends are inside, and, well…” He flashed a crooked grin. “We have been having a little fun. You would not want it to stop being fun, would you?”

Thor glared at Loki. “You need not do this, brother. We can—”

“I must,” Loki said, interrupting Thor. He looked at Aila. “Aila darling, why don’t you go back inside. We may be a while, and I certainly don’t want you to witness this and ruin your beautifully innocent mind.”

“Darling…” Thor hissed. He dove for his brother, fury and hatred bubbling up inside of him, swinging around his hammer. Loki ducked and avoided it. He wrenched his brother’s arm around and unsheathed yet another dagger.

“If this is how you want to play…” Loki began.

Thor threw his hammer, sending it flying straight into his brother’s stomach. The force sent Loki and the hammer crashing into the wall of the warehouse. Loki leapt up the instant he stopped moving and charged Thor, giving him a gash on his arm. “You’ve no hope for your hammer now,” he panted as he pressed his knife to Thor’s throat. He smiled. “Your hammer is now presumably stuck to the same magnet as your friend’s weapons. And the magnet attracts all metals,” he added, seeing the doubt on his brother’s face.

“Oh, please, boys,” Aila pleaded in her silky sweet voice. “You’re going to give us a bad name.”

“I have nothing to do with you,” Thor snarled. “I should have learned by now not to trust Midgard women.”

Loki smiled. “Aila, dear, if I’m giving you and me a bad name, it will only last as long as my dear brother’s life.” He grinned at Thor, the knife still at his adopted brother’s throat. “Which won’t be very long. Darling, maybe you should go inside.”

“I didn’t mean us as a couple,” Aila said sweetly, drawing nearer. “I meant all of us, as Asgardians.” The two men froze, taken aback.

“You’re not an Asgardian,” Loki said. “You told me yourself, and I met your mother.”

“You are right,” Aila said, stepping nearer. “But you are wrong. I told you, and you met my mother. But you didn’t meet my father. I am not Asgardian, but I’m half-Asgardian. My father was from Asgard.”

The brothers were stunned into silence for almost a full minute before Loki spoke. “That is of no consequence now.” He fixed his eyes on his brother. “If you were not such an immediate threat, I would enjoy taking you inside and making you watch the torture and death of each of your friends. As you are and immediate threat, and immediate solution must be performed.” He pushed his brother up against a shriveled tree. “Once and for all,” he hissed in his brother’s ear.

Thor closed his eyes tightly, feeling the coldness of the dagger against his throat. And then a thud, and the dagger was gone. He opened his eyes and saw Loki wrestling with a tiger. Aila? They rolled around on the dying grass, both of them snarling, but one a human snarl, and the other not. He knew he should head for the warehouse while Loki was distracted, but he was frozen in place. He couldn’t move. Why would Aila try to save his life?

A roar of pain echoed across the field, clearly coming from the tiger. Thor felt the urge to help, but he felt helpless without his hammer. He took an unsure step forward, but didn’t move any farther. The tiger – Aila – finally pinned Loki down. Red was mixed in with the orange and black fur, but Loki also had his wounds. He was still struggling, but Aila had him pinned perfectly. She turned back into herself, and Loki went limp as she knocked him unconscious.

Thor still couldn’t move as he watched Aila push herself up off of Loki and gaze down at him, her hand clutching her side. She glanced in Thor’s direction and he finally found the power to move, grasping her other arm. “Why did you do that?” he asked in a whisper, towering over her.

“Because I had to choose,” she said softly. “I had to lose either my freedom, or…” She averted her gaze. “Or you,” she whispered. She turned away from him and walked to the warehouse as he stood staring after her, shocked.