NikoLeeKun

 After hours of arguing the doctors finally agreed to allow Tony to go home and rest there. They insisted he take a wheelchair and a bag full of bandages and antiseptic for the wound on his leg and his surgical incisions. They spent 3 hours teaching Steve all they could to be able to properly take care of Tony. Being very concerned and wanting to do all he could to help Steve took notes and wrote down the prescription and painkiller schedules and which pills were to be taken with what. Finally he could go home. Tony was ecstatic! He couldn't stand hospitals. He hated everything about them. He'd much rather be at home in his own bed. He'd rath

    He’s gone. He’s really missing. Without his suit. He’s not in the lab. He’s not in the living room, his bedroom, the kitchen, the office, or the gym. He’s not answering his phone and nobody has seen him all day.  It’s been hours since he had started to worry and now everyone else was worried too. But they weren’t DOING anything! They figured he was drunk, out somewhere trying to pick up loose women. But Steve knew better, Tony wouldn’t do that... Not to him. But no one else knew that. They didn’t know Tony like he did, didn’t know what he was like when no one else was around, whe

Thor dragged Jeremiah out of the building, one large hand wrapped around both of the man’s thin wrists, shoving him along in front of him. The dark look in his eyes betrayed the hate he felt for this man who had bound and beaten one of his best friends. No real man would have made his foe defenseless before fighting him. A real man would have fought him without such cowardly measures, in a real fight. Thor squeezed his wrists tighter, feeling them grind together in his palm, ignoring the hiss of pain with silent satisfaction. He earned another hiss of pain as he squeezed one last time, allowing the SHIELD agents outside to wrap steel cu

    It was too bright as Loki stretched and reached out, feeling nothing but cold, empty sheets. Opening his eyes and looking around an intense panic gripped him and drenched him in a cold sweat. He was alone. They had left him, the only people he had dared to love. They were gone. What was left for him now? Surely they had grown tired of his broken mind, had lost their patience with his jealousy and insecurity. They had seen how unfixable and useless he was, surely. He had nothing left now. He was gripped with gut-wrenching despair and fear, what would he do now? He had nowhere else to go, no one else to go to. He had put all he had had left