Wingspan

I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS OR IRON MAN NOR ANY OTHER MARVEL FIGURE WHICH MAY MAKE AN APPEARENCE!

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And I'm sorry for taking so long to update, I've been testing in school and I'm busy job hunting too...books are expensive...

And I'm not sure how much longer this story will continue, it may be drawing to a close soon.

I never really wrote out a plot soooooooo, yeah.

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The Avengers were all sitting quietly on the helicarrier, they had just finished their mission debriefing and where honestly sitting there with nothing better to do. Tony wasn't there because Pepper had 'talked' him into attending this weeks board meeting for SI.

"Sooooo..." Clint smiled laughing at the annoyed look Natasha sent him, "I know I saw Stark's wings, anyone else?"

Everyone turned their heads towards him at once their curiosity peaked, which creeped him out beyond belief, but he noticed how two of them didn't seem all that surprised, well three if Clint counted Thor.

"Hey, why aren't you two surprised?!" Clint whined.

Coulson sighed, "I've seen his wings, when he was very pissed."

Bruce smiled slightly at Clint's child-ness, "I've seen them when he was passed out, they were spread out around him it was...an disturbing image". Bruce than grimaced remembering, every time he thought back to when he saw Tony passed out on the Lab floor it scared him, with how Tony's wings were limp and spread out in all honesty Bruce thought he looked like a dead angel...Of course he would never say that to Tony or anyone for that matter.

"Wha-? Seriously?! I'm not the first one to see them?!" Clint turned towards the others, "Did you guys see them too?"

"No." Fury replied gruffly.

Steve shook his head no, and Natasha settle for glaring.

Thor however spoke, seemingly deep in thought, "Although I have not seen them spread to their fullest, I have no doubt that Man of Iron's wings are larger than my own."

Natasha's eyebrows shot up and Steve gaped at Thor as did most of the others even if they wouldn't admit to it.

"Wait, are you seriously?" Clint blinked slumping downwards, "Huh...that's...odd?"

"Nay," Thor Grinned, "One's wingspan amounts to their future potential, their destiny meant just for them."

"Starks wings are bigger than yours...but! You're like...you're a prince! Of Asgard!" Clint gaped staring at the others hoping for some type of explanation.

"Thor...are you sure?" Bruce asked hesitantly, he still was a bit shy around the others without Tony there.

"Of course I am!" Thor sighed, "Many on Midgard have not larger than three feet, my people believe soon some shan't have wings at all. But those with larger wings usually mean they hold a important role in the future, as we all do."

"Huh..." Steve mumbled in awe.

Fury sighed so quite no one could hear other than Thor and Steve, "If you are all done lounging around on your asses I suggest you get off my ship, go back to the tower and talk there. Coulson you go too, report back to me what you learn."

"Yes Sir," Coulson hid a smile, he knew Fury was only kicking them out because everyone's voices were slowly raising and filling with a more child-like tone then he was comfortable with.

It was on the plane ride back to the tower, Thor had decided not to fly, that Steve had asked, "If the length is for someone's destiny then what do the colors represent?"

Apparently that was a question they all wanted to know but had forgotten or not intended on asking until Steve spoke up.

"Yeah," Clint added, "I've seen someone with vomit colored wings before, it was gross."

Natasha hummed, "I've seen someone with yellow and purple wings before."

"Grey with pink." Bruce said softly.

Coulson just shook his head, "You don't want to know what combinations I've seen."

Thor laughed loudly, "Well my friends, the colors are like a guide. Once who shared the same colors as someone else is either a possible mate, or a life-long friend you're stuck with no matter what."

"You mean..." Steve paused, "...Like...Soul mates? That kind of thing?"

"Yes, it may look like everyone shares similar colors with one another and they possible are, but once two mates wings touch, it'll be like nothing you've ever felt before. And you'll know they're meant for you. Although it is possible for one to have no mates or even more than two."

"That's..." Bruce started but Clint cut him off.

"Wow. That's just...wow."

Once the others all turned away either lost in thought or talking to one another about what they just learned, or in Coulson's case reporting it back to Fury, Thor smiled a small smile that said so much and turned to look at the corner camera in the jet he whispered,

"Did you hear all of that well, man of Iron?"

Somewhere else in a conference room with one earbud in Tony Stark was smiling down at the tablet in his lap in both confusion and awe as he whispered, "Yeah...I did Goldie-locks."

I'm SO SORRY THAT THIS CHAPTER IS SO SHORT, but I hope it helped explain a few things...

If not I'll try better in the next chapter.

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~RXI