AKA
3 Times Thor locked Bruce in an embrace and one time Bruce hugged him first.
Bruce was a fairly reserved person. Having to work to keep your heart rate down all the time does that to you, you know? He loved working with the Avengers, because they saw him as more than a threat, they were his colleagues, and his friends. But sometimes, the most appealing thing to his introverted nature was to wake up before anyone else and sit in the kitchen with a mug of coffee and the newest edition of Scientific American. No-one to disturb his thought process, no reason to restrain his emotions. Just some nice, old fashioned time to himself.
But then
Moments in Memory (1/?) by BrokenUnicorn, literature
Literature
Moments in Memory (1/?)
1: Fear
The windows shook as thunder rattled the tower. The wind howled and the sky was dark, clouds a deep grey as the storm brewed between them. Tony sighed as thunder rolled again, resigning himself to not getting any work done this afternoon. If the thunder were Thor's doing, he would've sent the guy to Yoga or something to calm down, or off to smash some shit with the Hulk, but Thor was away in Asgard, visiting his mother for the first time in a few months. Loki had been forbidden from travelling, having only recently recovered from a severe injury, gained during a fight with Doctor Doom, and it was to find the sulking God that Tony was
It's a Midgard Thing. by BrokenUnicorn, literature
Literature
It's a Midgard Thing.
AKA 3 Times one of the Avengers (mainly Tony) tried to teach Loki about Midgardian Life, and one time Loki taught Tony something about himself.
"What are you doing, Anthony?"
"Playing video games, you want in? We're on Mario Kart now, but we still have Halo and Portal to go through." Tony Stark spoke hurriedly to his husband, eyes glued to the screen. He was so close to winning, but Clint was coming up fast behind him, and he knew he had at least one green shell.
Loki perched himself on the arm of the sofa, eyebrows drawn together. It was happening all too often for his liking. Although he had been living on Midgard for a while now, he was
Steve left the diner feeling happier than he had in a long time. He had been wandering through a new part of town, when he had found this old diner with a little old lady, Delia, who ran it. He'd settled in a booth, nostalgia washing over him as he thought of the Diner he frequented in Brooklyn , back before the serum made him a super soldier. He had been reading the menu, quietly wondering why he didn't go out to eat by himself more often, when Delia had come to take his order and promptly dropped her notepad, gushing about how she remembered watching one of the Captain America shows when she was younger. Steve had signed a napkin for her, a
As they approached the doors of the infirmary, several of the repentant Avengers shifted uncomfortably. What Charlie had said had really hit home for them, and he was right. They really did have a lot to thank Loki for, and to apologise for. The Avengers, now including Loki, were meant to be a team, and they hadn't acted like one. They had excluded Loki based on past impressions, and refused to acknowledge the qualities and skills he brought to the team, and for that, they were ashamed.
The five Avengers stopped just outside the Infirmary doors, not wanting to intrude if there was a family moment going on. Tony had taken Charlie to bed short
Lessons Learned (5 Things fic) by BrokenUnicorn, literature
Literature
Lessons Learned (5 Things fic)
Five things the avengers (besides his fathers) taught little Charlie Stark and one thing he taught them (about his fathers)
#1
"No, no, hang on kiddo, you're holding it wrong, you're gonna take someones eye out like that."
Charlie sighed as Clint corrected his hold on the practice bow again. They had been at it for hours, Clint trying to teach him how to shoot, but he was so hopeless at it! They'd tried guns, arrows, darts, and he never once hit the target, not once. The only weapon he showed any prowess with whatsoever was the throwing knives, like his father, but Clint insisted he needed practice on other mediums of long-distance attack.
"Brother! We must find the ruffians and show them the meaning of honor!" The eight year old Thor bellowed, storming across the courtyard.
"Honor! Honor! Honor!" The tiny five year old Loki parroted after him, trotting along the cobblestones. His fingers sparked with tiny green sparks, magical aptitude already showing at such a young age.
They reached the Throne room, and began pushing at the door, making very little progress, small as they were, even together.
The guard by the door smirked to himself. These boys. How Odin handled them, he didn't know. Slyly, arm barely outstretched from their usual position, he pushed at the door with one
Tony fidgeted, pulling at the collar of his suit. Next to him, Steve smirked, reaching out to pull Tony's hand away from the collar, turning towards him to straighten up his tie...again. Tony took a few slow, deep breaths. He was not freaking out, no. Not at all.
At that moment, Thor strode into the room wearing his Asgardian armor, helmet included, all polished and ready for the occasion. He smiled softly at Tony and turned directly to Steve.
"Friend Steve, do you have a moment? Bartonson is throwing an impressive tantrum in his room."
Steve grimaced, running his hand through his hair. "Again? Jeez Clint, suck it up. Okay, fine, I'll be r