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Readers POV~ Loki was reading in the far left of the room. Steve and Tony where talking to the two people I haven’t meet yet.  Tony looked up and watch me walk towards them. “There she is. This is (y/n) she is my new assistant. Cupcake this is Natalia Alianovna Romanova and Clint Barton. Know on the field as black widow and Hawkeye.” Mr. stark said “Its nice to meet you both” I said shaking their hands. I turned to Mr. stark. “Mr. stark I found a dog. I’m I ok to keep it?” I ask “Its fine with me cupcake. Jewel had a dog if you ask she could let you have the collar and lead. Here hav

Hello readers! Before we begin, I would like to say that I do not own any of these characters or you. Hope you enjoy! So Smol (Bucky Barnes x Petite! Reader) You were walking around the tower, hoping to break in your new outfit that had come in the mail. You were very happy with the results when you opened the box. The jacket sleeves were a little long on you but you could deal with that for now. Your outfit was a maroon crop top and a soft brown faux leather jacket. You had black, ripped skinny jeans and heeled ankle boots as well. Your makeup was a simple smoky eye and bright red lipstick. See, you were hoping to catch the attention of one

Authors Note: The marriage and honeymoon were posted separately from this story since they didn't fit the Secret Room theme. If you would like to read it, the two-shot is posted on here and it is titled Marry You. You can feel Tony's body tremble and jerk beside you and you wrap your loving arms around him tenderly. You and Tony are newlyweds now and this is the first night terror he has had in a very long time since you began seeing him. You nuzzle your face into his neck and pet his soft, dark hair gently while whispering sweet nothings in his ear. You know he is awake now, but he is silently crying and refuses to look at you. You hold him

2014, New York - Night of the date You were sitting in your room in the Avengers tower putting on your make-up. You were extremely nervous for your date with Danny, even though Steve had told you numerous of times you'd do fine. You wanted to believe him, but something told you tonight would end up a lot differently than you had been imagining for the past few days. You just put on some lipstick when there was a knock on the door. You put everything back in your little make-up bag and called whoever was at the door inside. 'You look nice,' Natasha smiled as she walked into your room. Besides Steve she was one of your friends among the Aven

Under her wings: Captain America/Steve Rogers x Reader Chapter Four: Lost (Part 1)    "You have a lot of nerve, you know. Not in a bad way, I mean like - like heavy endurance." Natasha tried to explain. (Name) looked up from where she was sitting, she had leaned against a battered wall, her wings cushioning her back. The two women were on a break from training, and Natasha had noticed something quite peculiar.    "Whatever do you mean?" (Name) asked as she took a sip of icy cold water form her water bottle.    "You've been on the high setting on the treadmill for an hour without stopping and you didn't fall over." Natasha pointed out. "

    It's not uncommon for a party to pop up for Earth's Mightiest Heroes. So it is not uncommon for some of them to get drunk, but it is rare when almost all of them get drunk. This leaves you in a very bad position. ~Earlier in the party~ "Come on (N/n) it's a party drinking is mandatory! Even Bruce is letting lose!" "No Tony I have a meeting with Coulson and Fury tomorrow and I don't want to deal with a hangover in the morning." You were serious you didn't want a head ache before you got one from the meeting. "Fine but you have to drive us home after words. I swear tonight's the night me and Clint get Steve Drunk!" You roll your eyes in

~(Y/N)'s POV~ I shouldn't have yelled at them like that. They did rescue me, but I don't want to be just another tool they wanted to get stuff done. I should apologize later. Oh well. I went to my "office" which was just an old room no body wanted so was gracefully bestowed onto me as work piled up. Paper work turned into mountains since I was last here. I'll work on the light stuff first and then go and work on the more physical jobs tomorrow after a little rest. I pull out my trusty pen and start to writing. They were easy to sort out into groups: Mission reports, sanitary checkups, bills (yes even the tower had bills to pay), maintenance

    ~(Y/N)'s POV.~ What the hell happened to my tower? Everything was a mess, the floors were dirty, the desks were cluttered with unnecessary paperwork, and everything looked like it was about to fall apart or was fixed with ducktape. Everything that I worked hard for was destroyed and I wasn't allowed to fix it for another week or so. This is just great. Why can't life just give me a break?    I feel eyes on the back of my head. I turn around and see a group of familiar heroes staring at me with what can only be described as relief or possibly faint saddness. The man  infamously known as Steve Rogers approaches me with a some what meanin

* People really seemed to like the first one so hear it is sorry it took awhile  please forgive the procrastination I'll try to update more and please leave suggestion thank you* "I didn't tell them anything. They wanted information I wouldn't say nuthin."  They look at you in even more shock and even more guilt. Even after practically ignoring your existense you still didn't say anything. You soon passed out in the jet. It was at that time they realised just how loyal you were. It was at that time they knew how much they needed to thank you. They knew they needed to protect you. * 3 weeks later*You lay in the hospital bed in a drug induced