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Nick Fury stared down at the bundle in his arms. It was an infant. A baby girl that was left beneath a bench in Central Park. He was on his way to the new S.H.E.I.L.D. agency when he found the child. Not knowing what to do with the child he took it to work. He suffered through the stares of those beneath him. Soon enough he reached his office. He sighed with relief. Using his back he pushed the door open. “I didn’t know you had a wife.”    Fury cringed at Tony’s voice. Of course, Tony was here. No one had notified him at all. “I don’t have a wife,” the director glowered at Tony. “Of course, o

UN Meetings: ScotlandX(Country) Reader ((If reader talks about country you choose to be, switch it out for random country!)) .-•-.-•-.-•-.-•-.-•-.-•-.-•-.-•-.-•-.-•-.-•-.- •-.-•-.-•-.-•-.-•-.-• You sat outside on the roof of the UN building, wishing you could be anywhere else in the world. Scratch that . . . you wished you could be back home . . . in (country). You hated that you represented (country). Not because you hated your home. On the contrary, you loved your home, and were glad to represent your country. You just hated having to come to these useless meetings! "Three whole days, and it's barely been the first." You sighed, anno

  “It’s unnatural.” Tony declared into the silence at the kitchen table. “What, the fact you’ve emptied fifteen beer bottles but you’re still awake?” Steve sighed as he took the bait while Natasha merely rolled her eyes and quickly evacuated the room.   “Has it really been fifteen? Never mind that’s not the point. It’s Clint he’s unnatural.”      Your eyebrows quirked involuntarily and your interest peaked at the mention of the awesome archer- whom you didn’t have a crush on at all (liar). Your eyes flicked to the right just to make sure Clint was indeed still in

You and Natasha walked back to The Avengers Tower on a Saturday afternoon after a short mission. No big deal, just finding out where the missing S.H.I.E.L.D weapons disappeared to. A little bit of talking, a lot more of hitting, and the location was out. When you got through the doors, you were greeted by the smell of alcohol and the sight of Clint and Tony giggling like fangirls at the TV, they were watching Vampire Diaries? The saddest part was this was normal. Natasha shook her head, you couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped your mouth. The boys head snapped your way. Tony scrambled to find the remote but finally just pulled the cor

"New York has been declared a state of emergency by the United States government." Steve listened numbly to the wind-up radio as Natasha quietly treated the lacerations on his arm. Steve never even noticed them until the blood was dripping from his fingertips. He was still in shock, it felt like he wasn’t present in the room. Like he was only silently observing. His mind briefly wandered to a past conversation with (Name) and himself that seemed...relevant. “Hey, where have you been all week?” Steve asked from where he was, leaning against the information desk as (Name) strode into the hospital, pleased smile on her face.

(Name)’s relationship with Tony had always been quite different from the stereotypical power couples that frequented the streets of Manhattan. No, they were not your run of the mill famous yet secretive couple either. Nor were they the spontaneous and attention catching couple. They were just Tony and (Name) who over time became Tony and (Name). It wasn’t that their relationship was unhealthy per say, and it was anything but abusive, maybe a little unconventional was the right word. To someone looking in from the outside, it’d seem like the gender roles were really switched up because, well, they were. It wasn’t like

It was nighttime in New York, although the city was still bustling with life, Stark Tower was quite. The room was dark, besides the glow of the Arc Reactor. The windows were open to allow the chilly winter air inside. You had fallen asleep some time ago but were awoken when nature called. You didn't want to get out of bed, so you curled into the lush comforter more, closing your eyes again. 15 minutes later, your eyes popped open and you mentally groaned. You took note that the bathroom wasn't very far from the bed. Reluctantly, you sat up and swung your legs over the side, hissing when the cold wood floors came in contact with your bare fee

"That wasn't funny." "It was kinda funny." "Tony, you got both are butts landed in detention. With Mr. Fury!" "Pun inte-" "NO PUN INTENDED!" You followed Tony into the tower, with a stone cold expression. It was supposed to be a study night, not like you guys ever did study. You hung out in the lab or in Tony's room until you feel asleep. Tony Stark, son of Howard Stark, was your bestfriend before you could even walk. You clicked right away. Tony never cared much about school, it was too easy for you two. So you would usually play cards in the janitor's closet, or go hang out with the gang. You, (Name) Richrads, daughter of Reed Richar

It was a beautiful day in Central Park, minus the Doom Bots you guys were fighting. Wait, what? You and Steve were watching Max and Ruby, okay well first you guys were watching The Big Bang Theory, you were trying to explain the jokes to Steve, but after a while you gave up and switched to something safe. Tony walked by and you glared at him which basically said, "If you say anything, I will castrate you with a sword of dry ice" and surprisingly he kept his mouth shut. That was when the alarm went off and Steve and you flipped over the back of the couch to get your suits on. You and Steve were ready before anyone else, you told everyone you

You and Thor were on a quick mission. It was half spying and half action. It was actually entertaining, and fairly easy, and who could complain fighting side-by-side next to a insanely hot Demi-God! The only thing you could complain about though, was that is was freaking freezing! It didn't help that your jumpsuit was made out of a thin material or that you were in Alaska. It didn't seem to have any affect on Thor, the lucky bastard. Finally the mission was over, but sadly a S.H.I.E.L.D jet wasn't able to get to your location until tomorrow. So here you were leaning into a Demi-God for warmth, hanging out in an old abandoned shack. You sat