Linds-theAdventuress

         “Alright, after that last turn, I need someone that isn't afraid to actually play the game the way it's supposed to be played, to come up here." A slightly sour expression on his face, Tony started walking back towards the group. "I'm not going to keep sending people into the closet to just sit there staring at each other for seven minutes. That's a waste of everyone's time." Slapping his hands together, just to make sure he had the group's attention, Tony continued. “So, who's going to be next?” For less than a second, you contemplated raising your hand. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you cleared your t

Bright and sunny was the afternoon in which the Avengers enjoyed a walk in Central Park. The grass was green and the sun a cool yellow from behind the clouds. Blue sky peeked through the puffy whiteness and you couldn't feel any happier. Interlacing your fingers with Bucky, you gazed up to his azure eyes. "What?" He asked. "Its just...It feels so peaceful" You never felt so content. 'Almost as if this were a dream' Bucky turned to you serious, "That's because it is a dream" "Bucky?" you gasped as he pulled out a gun and shot; the bullet heading straight to your forehead. "What?!" You yelled coming out of your sleep panicked. Breath

Bucky sipped a glass of ice cold water as he stood in the main kitchen of Stark Tower. Like every other night, he had woken from a bad dream consisting of his time at Hydra. Although Hydra wiped his mind after missions, disjointed fragments of memories haunted his mind. He had just had a panic attack, which was also a reoccurring experience, and was trying to take deep breaths to overcome it. You heard a slight noise coming from the kitchen and immediately recognised it as Bucky. You paused the episode of the TV show you were watching and switched it off. Hurrying to the kitchen, you saw him leaning over the sink, breathing heavily. Although

Pietro snuck into the living room of Stark Tower, ready to relax. He had trained hard today, and felt he deserved a rest. Slumping in front of the huge television, he switched it on and began to flick through the channels. Realising he couldn't see the screen very well, he bolted upstairs and in a flash, he was back downstairs, glasses in hand. Peering around cautiously, he quickly put on his new glasses. The team did not know he needed them, and that's how Pietro intended it to stay. He was embarrassed that everyone would make fun of him, especially you, who he had a crush on. After a few minutes of worrying about anyone seeing him in his

The Avengers stood around the new arrival in awe as it shone proudly in the sunlight. The metal was so sleek and shiny, curving perfectly at each edge. Each button was almost begging to be pushed. The new coffee machine had arrived. The old machine had needed to be replaced after it had started spurting coffee over Tony's new white shirt and some very important SHIELD documents. Although it was funny to see Tony covered in the brown liquid, it also meant no coffee for a week- unless somebody went to the nearest coffee shop. After Steve had unwrapped the packaging, a disorderly line emerged as each Avenger tried to scramble to the front. As

Tony thought Stark Tower was safe from harm when he left for Berlin. He had left Steve in charge whilst he was on a business trip and felt confident he could keep the place orderly. Little did he know, (f/n) and Pietro were planning the world's greatest house party in history. "Hey, Wanda, which dress is better for tonight?" You asked, holding up two dresses, one navy floral dress and the other a tight, deep green dress. "This is a bad idea, (f/n), if Tony catches you, he will zap you with one of the repulsers!", she started. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "And the green one is better." She added, earning a smile from you. You s

"So if Steve wins, you and Pietro swap superhero outfits for two hours, and if Thor wins, I will let you have Stark Tower for the night to hold any parties you want." Tony agreed, holding his hand out. You shook his hand firmly, "Deal". You and Pietro had made a bet with Tony. You had introduced the xBox to Steve and Thor that afternoon. They wanted to play against each other, so you decided to bet on who you thought would win. The game was Fifa and you were positive Thor would win. "Hey, (f/n), can't wait to have an awesome party here!" Pietro smirked. You laughed, raising your eyebrows at Tony. "Game on, losers", Tony scoffed. The game

Warning: Possible Spiderman Homecoming spoilers?? Also some fluff… if you don’t like fluff read my other fic… I’ll link it below(a/n: shameless self promotion.. sorry) Also may implicate some sexual themes but is still SFW. Also it's becoming increasingly difficult to find a really good/suitable image of Tom Holland as Peter Parker. I don't own Spider-man or the image. .   .   . “(y/n)! Come in, here I’ll take the mail. How are you? How is school? Your mom? Is Peter treating you well?”   You laughed and gave May a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she gave you one.   “I’m doing great. Schoo

“I don't know, Tony...” “You ARE coming, (y/n). No more words.” “But I'm not the party type.” “Who cares? You're gonna be there, drink something, dance a little and having nice chats with other guests. No big deal.” “I don't know what to wear!” “Then don't wear anything.” “TONY!” “Okay, okay. Jezz, woman. Go shopping, I'll pay it.” You groaned and walked out of the common room in the Avengers Tower. Since being an Avenger, you knew you'd have to face countless challenges. And you were always ready for them. Loki? No big deal. H.Y.D.R.A? In your