MsFluffer

"This is bullshit." The words rang with finality in the room. The Avengers had assembled at the Stark Tower. Natasha and Tony had filled everyone in on what they had found at the girls apartment. Thor was at his own wedding and even Tony didn't have the heart to call him and tell them their current situation. Actually, everyone turned out to be Bruce and Steve. Ahh, well. Tony decided that getting drunk wasn't the best thing to do right now. Finally. Natasha was pissed at the girl for getting into trouble, knowing full well that wasn't her fault (if only she knew that it was you that picked up the necklace). Bruce wanted to make sure that

It was the sound of your own breathing that gave you a rude awakening. For a bizarre moment you had thought that some kind of giant had been leaning over and breathing for you. Nevermind that. Slowly, your eyes adjusted to the faint light coming from your chest. You were lying, rather uncomfortably, on your bound hands. Groaning, you turned over. There was nothing to do. You see, your artist’s mind always needed something to do. It wasn’t the fact that you had just been kidnapped and thrown only god knows where, but the fact that your captor didn’t give you crayons and some paper. Or even enough light  to study your sur

 “Since when did Tony Stark have to do all of this dirty work?” the man muttered to himself. Ahhhhh. Tony. You thought to yourself smugly. Promptly you regained your footing and kicked him in the shin. He might be Iron Man, but without his armor he is only, after all, human. His fingers were snatched from your arm, by the need to nurse the shock of pain.  “If we cannot do this like adults, than I am going to have to turn around and walk back into my studio.”  “You can’t be an adult yet kid, in my world, you have to look it to be it.” Your cheeks reddened at his assumption. You hated when people poin

{Previously--- You find a mysterious necklace and you decide to keep it.} The Avengers were sitting at a round table. Not any particular table, but its roundness made them look the Arthurian Knights of the round table. Tony Stark was drinking. He was very tired having spent the whole night looking for the Tesseract and not having found it. Bruce Banner was fiddling with his pen. He had spent all of the morning using many types of signals trying to find the Tesseract but it had simply vanished from all radars. How could an object of such unparalleled power simply disappear from view? Thor was playing with his hair. He had nothing better

The drawing pad in front of you was blank. Absolutely blank. Your mind, unfortunately was the same exact copy. The coffee shop that you resided in was almost empty. Of course, it was almost closing time. Clutching the pencil, you willed your mind to come up with anything at all. Damn it. You were the most popular artist in America, yet you couldn't come up with one single thing to draw. Your (color) hair slightly tickled your back as you shifted in your seat. You needed one thing in your life. A muse. Since the deal with the gallery was in a week, you decided to draw something simple and elegant. A crowd pleaser. You sketched the rose

A/N: For scottishdraka (https://www.deviantart.com/scottishdraka). This ended up being so long that for my own sanity and possibly yours, I'm splitting it into two parts. Next part hasn't been edited as of the day of this post but I'll have it up quite soon. Very obvious implications are made in here, but if you're a teenager of any age (13+, aka the age to be on this site), you should be mature enough to handle it. You shielded your eyes as the mass of energy that had gathered in the middle of the platform exploded. Blue light ripped through the facility, light the color of the tesseract. When the glow finally faded, you dared to look at the place where something had material

You had a faint depiction of what your real mother looked like. Many say you looked just like her, but others said you had looked even better. You remember that she would wear her hair in braids and then tie them around the rest of her hair to make it look like a hairband. You didn't remember this place well, considering you were taken away from it. You used to live in a beautiful city, with high golden buildings that looked like castles. Your mother would always dress in fancy dresses and robes, and always look beautiful. You remembered conversations that she would have with your father, about how she was unsure about the safety of the nurse

You got up and walked over to the door, watching as the cat scurried into your bed and hid under the covers. "Loki," you laughed, shaking your head. "It's just the guy whose gonna make it less cold in here." You unlocked the door and swung it open, being greeted by a tall tan man with black and aging hair. He looked to be around fifty, and he held a small tool box in one hand, in the other carrying his cellphone and a new thermostat. It was Dave. "Hey, Dave." You smiled at him and opened the door more to let him inside your apartment. "Hey, _______," he smiled back at you warmly and stepped inside, setting his tool box down on the floor ne

"Mrreoow." A soft paw poked at your nose, and the cat's meow awoken you from your slumber. You shook your head, swiping at your nose. You weren't ready to wake up yet; for you were having a great dream. The cat meowed again, and your eyes fluttered open. The cat's face was right in front of your's, purring and it's bright sea blue eyes staring into your's. The tags jingled, and Loki rubbed his face against the hand that you held up. He seemed to smile and closed his eyes, letting you continue petting him. Your eyes diverged over to your alarm clock. It was only 8 AM, and it was a Saturday so you didn't have work. You stretched in your bed,