Par un malheureux concours de circonstances, le haut secrétaire politique Loky Laufeyson se voit confier la surveillance des projets du génie Tony Stark. Bien que les deux hommes ne semblent pas pouvoir s'entendre, ils vont bien vite devoir trouver un compromis entre leurs répulsions, leur devoir professionnel et cette étrange attirance qui les troublent.

Nick Fury esta más que harto de que los Avengers no respeten las reglas, así que hará una nueva y mas precisa. Y la respetaran SI o SI.

Las ideas más locas del genio salen de la nada. De la comida en este caso... y de la anatomía irreal del héroe de América.

Thor is king now and doing the best job he can. However when someone unexpected shows up in Asgard how will Thor react? On hiatus.

It's a Civil War, friends against friends, lovers against lovers. Two Avengers are thought to be dead, leaving their lovers behind devastated. Are they truly dead? Rated M for non-con and torture.

Tony's first therapy session with Dr. Charlotte Pike. I may or may not expand on this story please bear with me.

Tony was fine. Tony is fine. He's used to being kidnapped- it already happened seventeen times now- no, eighteen now. He was fine, he escaped and he could still think and- and maybe his arm still hurt and it wouldn't stop, maybe he kept feeling the knife in his arm and kept seeing his calm composed- 'Well, that wasn't very nice.' No, no- Tony Stark was fine. (Not really)

What if the reason Clint has such good eyesight is because he is a hawk? well a hawk shifter. But what if shifters are known as vermin and those who are shifters are supposed to be killed? How has Clint survived? what difficulties has he faced? and who is this mysterious lover that he has? Please leave comments! and rating is subject to change.

Tony a l'habitude de prendre les transports en commun. Il est aussi habitué de pouvoir s'installer, ou de pouvoir s'accrocher à une barre de maintien pour ne pas tomber pitoyablement par terre. Sauf que, cette fois ci, rien, pas une place, pas une barre, rien. Ah si, des barres en hauteur, mais il est trop petit(rigolez pas) Mais cela va lui permettre de faire une belle rencontre..

One-Shot. Domestical scene with Clint and Natasha, although not everything is quite so 'normal'. Clint has issues and sets priorities. It's a wing-fic, deeply inspired by trumpeteer.

Clint unwinds after a long mission by listening to music. One-Shot. Hints of Clint/Natasha. Ch. 2 - a short bonus drabble.

Natasha sometimes wonders about the quiet lives she could have led. She suspects they wouldn't be all that quiet. Inspired by "Not the One to Praise" by Genarti

Hawkeye needs to release his anger somehow.

Tony is never going on another walk, ever. Also, he would really like some orange juice. Rated for language, because Tony is a potty mouth.

"It took him twelve seconds to realize what had happened, and when he did, he ran." In a gut wrenching twist of fate, it is Wanda who sacrifices herself for Clint, leaving Pietro alone to wonder what he could possibly do next.

The moment all my brothers awoke so did I. I am the daughter of the infinity stone. When the big bang was created, the infinity stones split into seven stones. Six sons, and one daughter. The six sons were scattered through-out the galaxy and I was left protected in our home.

Wanda y Bucky no son similares, pero de cierta forma, vienen del mismo lugar. El rincón de los que ya no bailan. (Winterwitch)

'Besides,' Tony drawled flippantly one afternoon as he traced patterns on the back of Rhodey's hand, 'I don't think Howa-...the world is really ready for me to be 'out' out either...and to be honest I don't want to share this with anyone but you...' Just a little longer. Ironhusbands, only rated T for course language, otherwise its a fluffy and sweet Tony x Rhodey piece.

Nat stood, stepping off the patio, snowflakes catching her hair, on her coat, smiling – genuinely smiling – as she took in the lights, the snow, the moon as it rose over the arched buildings that walled in the piazza... It was so, so beautiful. (12 Days of Christmas Challenge)

Il y a Tony qui rêve d'alcools exotiques, Clint qui préfère boire jusqu'à rouler sous la table, Thor qui découvre les boissons Midgardiennes, Bruce qui s'interroge sur le résultat des effets conjugués de l'alcools et des sérums, Pietro qui a décidé de finir la nuit dans le lit d'un vieil homme, et Steve qui se contente de désespérer en silence. Stony et HawkSilver

She caressed his cheek, colder than the touch of an Asgardian. She adored the feel of his magic. She, a primordial being older than this wretched realm, held power immeasurable. She burned with the strength of a thousand, thousand stars. But his was elegance. Subtle, but with undeniable power lying underneath. It was an art that he has made his own.

Tony est seul, désormais. Alors il tente amèrement de chasser les souvenirs qui lui parviennent de Steve, en profitant de sa solitude dans un parc au coeur de l'automne. [Stony]

Un concessionnaire automobile fuit. Il cherche son destin sur la route 66, dans une Cadillac jaune d'œuf, et Elvis Presley braille que Las Vegas c'est trop génial. Tony Stark espère prendre une raison de vivre en stop avant de ne plus pouvoir résister à l'envie de se flinguer.

Who would have thought that one small mistake could have turned most of the Avengers and a mischievous frost giant into tiny screaming babies in one night. And with no idea what the cure they cursed to be this way forever.

An odd sound in the Avengers Tower leads to a night that will never be forgotten. crack af.