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After Ultron fiasco Steve’s POV Tony stares at Bucky’s mechanical arm and lets out a heavy sigh after a moment. “Yeah can’t help you,” “So you’re saying there’s nothing you can do? How is that even possible Stark?” Steve says as he stares at Tony in confusion.   “Well I can’t help but I know someone who can, but she doesn’t like me too much.” “She?” Bucky and Steve say in unison their looks matching confusion.   “Yes she,” Tony says as he stands up and heads over to the bar a look of sadness filling his eyes. Steve glances at Bucky who ju

Soulmate special - version 1: AU where you're born with the name of your soulmate written in your skin. A/N: There's a brief harassing scene, but it ain't nothing big. Steven Grant Rogers. You stared at the name written upon your wrist just like you did every morning ever since you discovered the meaning of those words. As it was predicted, one day,  you would meet the man behind the name. You dismissed the thought as you picked up the silver tray and carefully balanced the dishes before carrying it through the small diner. You set the breakfast special in front of the handsome stranger, who happened to come by every single morning. He sn

"Hey there, hotshot." You grunted, annoyed. "Not now, Clint." "Yeah, leave the girl alone, Katniss. Can't you see she is not interested?" Tony chimed in and you were about to thank him when he continued. "Why would she when I'm right here? Right, sweetheart?" "God danmit! Not you, too!" You sighed in frustration. "See, Stark? Y/N has good taste. She wouldn't go for you." "You think that. But we clearly have chemistry." Clint huffed in indignation. "Please, you have the chemistry of a stack of poop. Besides, she's into me. Am I wrong, hotshot?" "Terribly." You replied, amused at their discussion as you prepared your breakfast. Tony sno

“Can I ask you a favor?” Tadashi asks hesitantly over the phone. Uh oh.  You hate it when he asks for favors, because you can never resist him.  You let out a low sigh, shifting you cell phone from one ear to the other, “What is it?” He’s quiet for a moment, “Can I come over?” You roll your eyes, “Is that the favor?  Because that isn’t really a big deal.  You know you can come over whenever you want to.” Tadashi exhales in a short laugh, “No, that’s not the favor, but I think I can convince you better in person.” “Oh gosh, are you planning on coming here

"Now son, this ain't an easy job. I expect you to have your hind parts here by six sharp every morning Monday through Saturday. Four bucks an hour for twelve hours for six days a week. Almost three hundred bucks each week, but that's only if you work hard, ya hear me?" "Yes sir." A tall, built teen said respectfully. He'd learned from his mother to always be respectful no matter what. The farmer smiled and clapped him on his back, "Alright old boy, just gotta answer a couple questions and I'll send you on yer way. Don't wanna be late for supper, do ya?" "No sir." "That's what I thought. First, how old are you?" "Sixteen, sir. Seventeen n

  WARNING: This contains an awful lot of 40s slang, and if you are unfamiliar with it, you might get confused. You might want to open this up: http://www.vintageallies.com/1940s/1940s-slang.html so you can look up the words that confuse you. This is random and all over the place but I had fun writing it and I spent a ridiculous amount of time on it, so I’m gonna post it anyway. I hope you guys like it!  :heart:   “Oh, golly.” Your friend sighed, staring over at a dark haired man in awe. “He’s a total dreamboat.” You rolled your eyes. Sure, he was cute, but Dottie was a bit…khaki whacky. She thought t

  Author’s Note: A lot of things aren’t actually true, so this is pretending that 1) Chris’s dog East is still alive, as I, sadly, believe that he has passed away already, 2) Chris, his brother, Scott, and the reader all live in Boston, 3) Scott is dating Jonathan Groff (because why not and I need it for the plot), and 4) Jonathan Groff has a daughter, who reader kind of treats like her own daughter/a little sibling (Scott also treats her like his daughter). Anyways, this is really random and probably really crappy, but I’m gonna post it anyway, hope you don’t hate it too much! You hummed contentedly as the warm

"That should do it," you said, snapping Dorian's chest plate back in place. "Try not to take any more bullets until Rudy gets back, okay?" You smiled, "He's a little bit better at this than I am." Dorian smiled back at you, "I'll do my best." "When will Rudy be back?" John asked, checking his phone. "Next Wednesday," You responded, carrying your tools back to the workbench where you'd temporarily set up shop. "I guess he just couldn't tear himself away from the butterbots." Kennex looked at you as if you'd been speaking Greek, "The what?" You shrugged, smiling sheepishly, "Robotic butterflies." Rudy had been away at a Mechanical Technicians