wildfireblood

It was an early(ish) Thursday morning and you were sitting on your bed in Stark Towers eating chocolate and banana pancakes while watching Robin Hood on your laptop. You were in the middle of the archery competition scene and your last pancake when Jarvis interrupted you, “Miss (L/n), I suggest you go to Mr Laufeyson’s room, he is in need of some…help.” You frowned to yourself and slipped off the bed. Loki in need of some help? That was new. It was only a short walk from your room to Loki’s room and it took less than a minute for you to get there. When you arrived you knocked lightly on the door, “Loki?

“I can’t do this anymore!” You screamed at Loki. He rolled his eyes and went back to reading. “If it’s not something you want, you don’t care!” “I don’t understand why you’re getting so upset.” He said casually. You froze, tears in your eyes. You looked at the painting sitting on the table. You had spent months getting all the colors right and the landscape perfect. You had been painting the most wonderful portrait of Asgard at sunset. For him. And he didn’t care. “Okay.” You said quietly. You turned on your heels and marched to your room, using the magic th

You walked into Avengers Tower, dragging your (f/c) backpack behind you. A bully at your high school, Flash Thompson, had struck again. Being Tony Stark's younger sister had its ups and downs. For instance, you always excelled in Science and Math, but always caught the attention of bullies, like Flash. He didn't do anything too badly this time, thankfully your best friend Peter was there to protect you, but that's another story for another time. You did get a bruise on your arm and good sized bump on the back of your head that hurt if you touched it even just a little from getting shoved into your locker. He did say some hurtful things but

“Come on Fury.” Tony pleaded, his lower lip puckered as he knelt on the floor of the Avengers Tower, hands clasped, looking up at Director Fury with his puppy dog brown eyes, blinking innocently. Your eyes turn to look at Fury’s face which is pressed into a scowl, his arms crossed. “I’m not doing something as ridiculous as using my agents to play a silly game with you, Mr. Stark.” Tony stands up quickly, looking offended. “Dodge ball is not silly.” He says sternly while you roll your [Eye Color] eyes at the sentence. Director Fury glares at Tony, upset that he interrupted, then cleared his th

(Name) walked down the streets of New York at midnight. Her boss was a total dick and made her stay late that night to work on a project due the next day that he had just informed her about. Now, she missed her bus and had to walk the twenty-six blocks to Stark Tower in the dead of night. (Name) groaned and adjusted her bag. Shadows danced across the dark streets and street lights flickered to add to the already eerie feeling in the pit of (Name) stomache. She glanced behind her before she glanced down at her phone, hoping to call Tony to pick her up. “And it’s dead,” (Name) sighed and tucked her phone back into her boot.

  Aka How the Avengers deal with a pmsing you Tony “Hello sweetheart.” Tony greeted you as you sat glaring at your coffee for not being hot enough. You sneered at the cheerful man before you while you grabbed a knife smeared with jelly and began to spread it on your toast. You went to dip the knife back into the bottle only to discover it had been moved. You pulled it back to you and quickly resumed preparing your breakfast as Tony hummed beside you. Anger started to build inside you as his humming increased in volume and eventually gave way to singing.       Thankfully Tony shut up before you grew homicidal. With a sigh of re

Read Description First Please! :3 (WARNING: there is abuse details some in this and mention of bad abuse, don't like don't read.. also, like.. one drop of f-bomb)    Today was her 21st birthday.    With torn and bloodied clothes, she stood there, not sure how she managed to wonder out this far at night.  Let alone in her state.  Cuts and bruises littered her body, some old and scared while others were fresh.  There were stab wounds, all bleeding still.  She was sure some of her ribs were broken and no doubt her left arm hung limp at her side.  A pounding headache tore through her mind like a hundred jackhammers drumming in her head.  The c