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Everyone in the room froze with their eyes on the small child perched on top of the table in front of them. His brown eyes were wide and they had a crazy glint that, if inspected closely, definitely looked a bit green. Tony's mouth opened like he was about to speak, but he seemed frozen in his silent state. "Banner," Steve started hesitantly, when it seemed like no one else was going to speak, but he didn't have anything else to say, so he merely trailed off helplessly. Before the super soldier, or anyone for that matter, could figure out what to say next, the small boy turned to him with all his fury directed at the blond haired, blue eyed

It had been a little while since agent Hill had left the father and son in the lab. Tony was currently trying to explain how they were using the technology in the room to an eager Bruce who was sitting on one of the lab tables swinging his legs excitedly. Once the program to track the cube was running and there was no more shiny toys to show off, Tony hopped up next to the kid on the table, putting his arm around him. "We need to talk, Doc," the genius told him, uncharacteristically serious. The boy leaned into his dads arm more and played with the hem of his T-shirt. "About what?" "About this 'Avenger' thing, kid." The billionaire hugged

I sit there, staring at the table in front of me, for what seems like hours. Knowing how easily I get distracted, it probably is. But, the answer had to be in here somewhere. Just one clue could do it, one mess up and I would have it all figured out. I’m sitting in my room. It’s a bit small and square, except for the door in the corner, making it some awkward pentagon shape. I’m glad I’m not OCD. The walls are painted an obnoxious yellow, a choice made by myself years ago and one that I now regret to no end. Don’t ask an eight year old what color to paint their room. It’s unintelligent. Now, they’re

When I am just a teen, Oh, those awkward years in between. When I’m bursting with opinions, thoughts and ideas, And just starting to establish my own ideals. But I’m too young for it to matter, And too old for stupid chitter chatter. So, I think that all this must be a sham, As I learned that no one gives a damn. Oh, people smile. They’ll listen for a while. Grinning and nodding As I go on plodding But then they’re done. And they go back to all their fun. But I’m still stuck in my jam, Because no one gives a damn. So I’m left sad and alone, Free to let my mind roam. To think about everyone, And how they a

“What are we even doing here, Conner?” a dark haired Hispanic boy asked the taller boy next to him, while pulling his grey jacket tighter over the black shirt he was wearing. Fool. A voice hissed in the boys head. Did you not listen to your commander before embarking on this mission? “Nadie preguntó te!” he hissed back to the scarab. The teenager next to him in a red and black super T-shirt gave him a strange look, and then seemed to decide it wasn’t worth questioning his friend. He merely crossed his arms over the symbol and explained in a monotone voice. “Nightwing said there was a dangerous gang in th

"It was not supposed to be like this. Not at all," I accused the man next to me as the awful truth unfolded before our eyes in the ballroom of the Phantomhive mansion. "I do admit this is not what I had planned," he admitted softly, his red eyes closed in disappointment. The Phantomhive butler was actually quite stunning with his pristine black tail-coat and white gloves and the hair long enough to cover his face mysteriously. I, of course, was not fooled by his appearance. Sebastian Michaelis was no more his real name than the pretty face he worn. Although, surprisingly, this was as close to his real form as I had ever seen it. He had the

Bruce and Tony were chilling at the top of Stark tower. SHEILD had contacted the billion heir this morning and requested that he relocate to their helicarrier to help locate the Tesseract and be on site with the Avengers. They also requested Bruce accompany them for 'safety purposes.' Tony was suspecting their intent wasn't as innocent as it seemed, but a floating airplane, helipad thing sounded like as safe as anywhere to keep the kid while he was out avenging or whatever it was Avengers did these days. The pair had a large duffle bag between them plus the portable Iron Man case and repair center. It never hurt to be prepared, which the gen

So this is in the same universe as Safe Tonight It's been two and a half months since Bruce came to live with his dad, who he now calls dad, and is thrilled whenever he gets to play in Tony's lab. The media knows Tony had a child, but they have never really seen him as Tony pays a lot of money to keep Bruce out of the papers. Bruce met Pepper (there will probably be a chapter of this sometime) and refers to her as Ms. Pepper despite Pepper and his dad telling him he can just call her Pepper. The red head woman is somewhat like an aunt and baby sits frequently. Happy, as Tony's body guard, knows about Bruce but doesn't talk to him much. Ton

 Important! Read my other story   Safe Tonight first! The day hadn't started out weird. In fact it had been a very normal, well as normal as Tony Stark's days went. The eccentric billion heir had spent most of his day down in his basement with machines and things that mostly didn't talk back to him. He did spend all of the day before in some God-awful board meeting and he didn't fall asleep at all, so the man figured he deserved a reward for all the hard work he had done yesterday and had given himself the day off. His rumpled T-shirt and sweats were covered in grease and they were probably a lost cause by now, and it was a mira

Damian and Colin are freshman at Gotham North and share their first day of lunch together. Light slash. Damian Wayne was not a happy camper. Well, technically, he wasn't a camper and he would probably threaten bodily harm upon someone if they referred to him as such, but, needless to say, he wasn't the happiest freshman at Gotham north. Now why was Gotham's richest child going to a public high school? Well, Grayson had guessed it was a certain redhead and the Arabic boy had denied it liberally, meaning it was most likely true. Unfortunately, the ginger boy just wasn't smart enough to pull off going to the elite Gotham Academy on a scholarsh