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The dull light in the bar shone mostly on the stage, the man stood with bright eyes that reflected in the lights as he toyed with cards, preparing his act before glancing to the paper.  It had been all over the news, He'd earned the name 'Jack The Ripper'.. killing prositutes around the whitechapel… the bars business had gone through the roof amongst the darker parts of the society since it was discovered one of the victims was murdered outside the small tavern.  Not that any of this affected the bright eyed, bushy tailed Louisianian magician that now graced the stage, making cards spin between his fingers and fly across the bar without touch

His eyes landed on the way Tony's reactor reflected off the gun.  That was the first thing he recalled as he opened his eyes, still burning with pain and tears.  Then just there being blood everywhere, all over his hands and his face, his shirt that was white was now deep red and sticky.  He remembered trying to move but being unable to, smelling smoke and whiskey on Tony as he came closer.  He had tried to speak, to tell Tony he was alright but no words came and he was sure his mouth didn't even move, if it did then Tony hadn't noticed.  He looked hurt as he took one of Bruce's cool hands in his own and whispered, asking why he had done this

Dear Diary, Today has been a bad day.  Possibly one of the worst ever.  I have never had 3 boyfriends in one day but that's what seemingly I have managed.  And let's recap as to how the heck I got here. This morning I woke up like normal, went to see Tony in his lab (Boyfriend number 1).  I needed a new reactor so that was all good, then he was being all cute and sweet.  See contrary to popular belief Tony stark can be sweet and cutesy when he wants to be, or when he wants something.  Oddly enough I can look past him being an arse and a right rude lad when he wants to be, and see this genuine and sweet guy underneath.  He's brilliant, intel

Tony started blankly at the banner that hung barely above his head.  After shifting uncomfortably he looked around but saw no-one near. "JARVIS… what's this banner doing here?" He touched an edge of it by reaching up but it fell down, now touching the floor on one side.  He jumped somewhat embarrassed to one side. "Sir, Sherlock's Daughter Is returning… the banner is in celebration." Tony racked his mind for a moment before nodding. "Right yeah Babygirl… the stuck up wanna be genius who so happens to have a reactor like me.  Her JARVIS, where my banner when I swan off for 2 years?" "Sir if you left for two years I would h

"Brother!" Fenrir laughed shyly as he approached the tall and slender brunette who looked up with a  grin, pushing his shades into his short spikey hair and scratched at his stubble.  It had been a good few months since Sherodin had been in London and Fenrir had missed him more than he cared to say. "Heya Fen." Sherodin stubbed out the cigarette he held between his fingers and hugged Fenrir tightly to his chest.  Fenrir laughed, looking up to his twin with a cheeky smirk. "You're in London?  You didn't tell me you were coming to stay." Sherodin shrugged absently, causing his leather jacket to slip off his pale shoulders as he ruffled his

Roo lightly licked the blood that adorned her lip.  She glanced around her at the glazed eyes of the people surrounding her. "Checkmate…"7 *** This had all started a few days ago, Loki had been using Roo to power his staff with her tesseract shard, it was slowly killing her and he knew it. "Fuck Loki!  I can't do it nemore!" She stormed through blasting the Door off its hinges with a punch from her suit.  Tom jumped half a mile to see Roo barging through as she went round the corner and a small whimpering sob echoed.  She didn't hear Tom walk up behind her and wrap an arm around her shoulder, leaning next to her ear. "Whats the mat

It barely took a moment for the curtain to fall on stage and effectively shield Fenrir and Tom from being seen, in that time Tom had managed to remove his own shirt and now stood in a pair of black Levi's in front of Fenrir, black boxers just making a slight appearance over his waist band.  Fenrir noted how he was still very slightly built, really slender with enough muscle on his frame to easily hold the younger man down but not enough to full on out power Fenrir.  That left Fenrir wondering how the hell he'd managed to pin him down. "Fenrir… that's Loki's wolf son, correct?" Fenrir nodded slowly, watching Tom with curious brown eyes