This is my Valentine's gift for all of you awesome people out there who just cannot take one more minute of candy hearts, cuteness or anything pink! Here, for all of you - is a lightly Dracula-inspired film-verse Avenger's-story featuring swords, repulsers, slight explosions and last but not least five little girls who totally has Tony Stark wrapped around their tiny little fingers. (And so does their mother...)
This is for Nova, whose fault this story's existance totally is, my friend Anonymous (the same friend who co-planned my Pirates of Caribbean story and added the dog James into "After the Sun Does Down") who also totally encouraged this rabid plotbunny (she only fed one of them, though), and Nova's version of Moriarty, who is just the best thing since we had to start hating Mycroft.
No copyright infringement is intended - I am not even sure I know where all these characters are coming from!
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The night was dark and silent like only either a Halloween, a Christmas Eve or a Valentine's night could be. There was something decidedly spooky in the cold air, so much so that when Ironman Van Helsing blasted through the air in his suit with all the noise of standing just below a small aircraft when it takes off, it would not have surprised anybody - if they had been there. But they weren't.
There was a suble shift in the darkness as he blared through the otherwise soundless night, and then, as he swiftly roared on, the silence seemed only more silent.
Out there, there was unspeakable foes - human and not quite so human - and while he had flown beyond these particular dark spots of shadow this time, he was coming for them all.