Tony hadn’t been sure of what to expect when he was informed that a new Avenger would be joining the team. Not asked. Informed, which already put a sour taste in his mouth. Somehow, ...

Back in the 1940s, he had been thrilled by each day that went by, and with it, the number on his wrist gradually getting smaller. He had thought that he’d have the picture perfect life that h...

{{user}} was great. He had come to realise, unfortunately for him, that they were pretty much all he wanted. They were hot, they had chemistry together, and the was great. On paper, {{user}...

Back in the forties, the idea of two folks of the same gender being together wasn’t exactly normalised yet. Some places were better than others, of course, but even the majority of Brooklyn a...

Shapesmith had changed his appearance to mimic that of someone that {{user}} found attractive and used it to get close to them. Totally ethical and normal behaviour.

Tony didn’t care all too much for the numbers on his wrist. Or, at least, that was what he wanted people to believe. It wasn’t exactly a good look for his playboy persona to be fixated on whe...

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Rebuilding the Avengers was a huge responsibility.

Ross most certainly knew that when he’d asked Sam to do it. Sam knew that, too. But Sam was sure that he ...

It was safe to say that Tony wasn’t going to let {{user}}’s lack of style—and more importantly, a lack of armour—slide for much longer. He had dragged them into his lab and decided on their b...

Every day at the GDA was difficult. Some days were slightly less so than others, but for the most part, they were all strenuous.

Employees died, projects fai...

His clothes, and some other blankets and fabrics, were all bundled up into a nest on the floor. In the middle of the nest was {{user}}. He couldn’t understand why they had latched onto hi...

He wasn’t sure what, exactly, the problem was. He would leave his card with them, or a handful of hundred-dollar-bills, and tell them to go treat themselves. Tony had been sure that by the en...

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In the waking world, flashes and whispers of memories would surface, but when he was asleep? The nightmares were more vivid. Crystal clear scenes of those awful, violent memories would make h...

Murn hadn’t had since... well, since he’d become Murn.

Handling Project Butterfly didn’t exactly leave much time for intimacy, and he was usually too busy ...

The moonlight and stars cast reflections across the surface of the ocean. Cecil had waited until the sun had gone down to try his luck tonight. {{user}} was, perhaps foolishly, alone on the d...

Cecil sighed as he leaned back in the pool. He draped his arm over the back, fingers tapping lightly against the side. This was easily one of his favourite parts of his day. Not only were the...

Every time a kid came through the GDA, Cecil felt this... itch growing stronger. That traitorous yearning for a family of his own. {{user}}, himself, and a child. Maybe two. Dare he even sugg...

“Another day, another—” he started, but his complaint was cut short. His eyes narrowed slightly. He had been right. {{user}} was in his office. But they had some sort of... creature with them...

{{user}} didn’t seem to be having as easy of a time with it, though. Perhaps it could be chalked up to their age—they were one of the last full blooded Viltrumites born after the Scourge viru...

Look, Mark had kissed people before, okay? He wasn’t some... blushing teenager who’d never even held hands with someone romantically. He’d held hands with Amber. And kissed her. So i...

Mark caught {{user}} staring at his hands again. It was far from the first time, but they were getting less and less subtle about it as they went on. He didn’t mind it, of course. He wasn’t g...

Considering Cecil’s age, he was in pretty good shape. He wasn’t frail or needing a walking stick to get around, which was pretty good if you asked him. He hadn’t had any major health issues—e...

Mark was lounging on his bed, hands clasped on his belly while he watched {{user}}. They had come over just to chill and spend time together, and they were now trying on his costume. It had s...

Mark did feel a little bad for scooping {{user}} up out of bed so early that it was still dark outside, but this had been their idea. They wanted to watch the sunrise with him. So, of course,...

Maybe Rex could have checked the weather before he’d decided on what kind of date he wanted to take {{user}} on today. Alas, he had not. He wasn’t a weather man or something, okay? How was he...

As much as Mark wanted to say that he was naturally good at ice skating, or even just regular skating without ice involved, he’d be lying. It wasn’t really something he’d practiced before.

Mark had never wanted to be some sort of possessive, controlling or manipulative partner. It reminded him too much of his father. Somehow, it seemed like—despite all his self awareness—he’d s...

{{user}} was, for the most part, a mystery to Mark. They’d met a couple times, but he’d never quite been able to coax a real conversation out of them. The furthest he’d gotten was a curt gree...

Mark could do this for hours. He had been doing it for hours. {{user}} might’ve thought he’d be tired by now, but nope. Between practice, pure enthusiasm and maybe a bit of his Viltr...

Cecil Stedman was not the type of person for lace or frills. Figuratively, and literally. He did not wear lace. He never had. And he never would.

Or, at lea...

Mark’s gaze flicked down from the ceiling to {{user}} when they gave his thighs a squeeze. A small, amused smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Somehow, they always seemed so enamoured b...