MonikaTheDoll

Might As Well Request for Skippy From Tech Support A/N: Again, female reader. Well, that plan failed. You sighed as you leaned your head back against the pole you were currently chained around. Chained around, specifically; not chained to. Chained to would have been much easier to get out of. “Chained to” meant that you were attached to a pole via handcuffs, giving you upwards of a foot of space to stretch and reach for weapons. “Chained around” meant that your arms were twisted behind your back, a pole set between your cuffed wrists and your uncomfortable back. “Any plans?” a feminine voice asked from

Warning: mentions of death, angst, fluff It was that time of the year again. Roses and hearts were decorated around the streets and restaurants like it was a slightly toned down Valentine’s Day. Families would be out and about enjoying and celebrating that special day. As you walked home, you tried your best to ignore all the ads and people as you muttered “I hate Mother’s Day.” “Y/N, stop. Please say something.” Pietro firmly said to you as he blocked your pathway to your room. He looked at you with a stern and cold stare. It wasn’t heartless but Pietro knew that he needed to act tough before you w

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. 

Your hair is on fire. You don't know it's on fire, but it's on fire. It happens sometimes, when you're stressed, which you are right now, as you're sure you're going to fail this test you’re currently taking. There isn't really a lot of fire, just the very tips, which flicker every now and then. There isn’t enough smoke to set off the fire alarm, or to even be noticeable, as everyone else in the class is so focused on their own tests. Except for that guy who sits behind you, who hasn’t even started his test yet, seeing as he knows he can finish it within the last few seconds of the time limit. Bored as he is, Pietro spen

Warning! Contains major spoilers for The Avengers: Age Of Ultron There you were, standing in the corner. Hiding like a coward, afraid of those people all around you. They scared you so much, the things they've done to you. You didn't deserve that. But there was this squeeze which held you together. It was everything for you, this feeling he gave you. He saved you many times during the years. He kept you sane, made you hoping of a better life but still held you to the ground, he gave you strength to endure the pain. Since the first time you've met him, he had always saved you. His hand intertwined with yours was everything you've ever nee

Pregnancy was the last thing she expected to go through, especially considering how single she’d been for...basically her entire life. But strange things happened, and the next thing she knows Pietro Maximoff’s on one knee and asking her to marry him. Then sped them both off to a honeymoon following a very swift reception. What’d she expect? This is Quicksilver, we’re talking about. And after a year of peace, with the occasional minor villain here and there, they finally found themselves settled into the Tower with a surprise on the way. The type of surprise that most would label a surprise, and others life changing.

(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=71088456) You stood in front of the mirror in your lavish bathroom in Stark Tower, dabbing just a hint of rosy gloss on your lips. You had a date that night, with an agent from the Special Ops department of S.H.I.E.L.D. It was almost time for you to leave, but your beautiful blush-pink dress and twinkling gold earrings needed one final touch. The perfect hairdo. Grabbing your clutch, you headed to the training rooms. Natasha was the best person to go to when you needed help with anything of the sort, seeing as the other Avengers either thought a bobby pin was only good for picking locks, or didn't know w

It was a beautiful day in Brooklyn, New York. The sun was shining, and there was a gentle breeze in the air. It seemed peaceful, even for the streets of New York. Steve Rogers sighed in content as he took in the warmth of the sunlight. He was travelling to his favourite bookshop. Although Steve lived in Stark Tower with the Avengers in Manhattan, he always made sure he visited the little shop in Brooklyn at least once a month. He turned the corner and smiled to himself as he saw the retro style display of the shop. Painted in a bold red, the building stood out from the rest. Steve's arrival was marked with the tinkling of the bell as he pu