One Condition Tony x Reader OneshotA/N: You are an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. (level 6), and have been assigned to take care of the avengers, basically you’re their nanny, but mostly Tony’s, so both of you spent to much time together.
Today was one of those rare days when nothing happened in the tower; Thor was in the kitchen with a bunch of poptarts, Bruce was in his laboratory doing some “scientific things”, Steve was in his room trying to catch up to today, Natasha had dragged Clint out for shopping, you were sitting on the couch watching the T.V, and Tony was somewhere in the tower.
Suddenly the lift doors opened showing Tony reading a folder.
“Hey, (y/n), what’s this?”, he asked you, knowing that the folder was yours.
“Good question, I would say that is a folder”, you grinned at him.
“Smarty ass, I was talking about this, how was it called again?”, he looked at the first page, “Oh yeah, this “cerebral reader”.
“Where did you
Taking a Chance (Bruce X Reader) (One Shot)Bruce sat on his bed, with his hands in his head. How could he have been so stupid? He should have known this was possible as soon as (Name) had announced they were pregnant. How could he not know? Sure he had been worried for the baby, but he didn't expect his son to do this. Michael, Bruce and (Name)'s three-year-old son, had just hulked out. He grew about a foot or so, became extremely buff (for anyone), and turned green. Bruce didn't get how he hadn't seen this coming.
“Honey,” (Name) said as she came into the bedroom, “Are you okay?”
“I should have seen it. How did I not?” Bruce asked.
“He's human, humans are surprising creatures.”
“It's my fault,” Bruce blamed himself.
“No it's not.”
“But it is!” he yelled. “I am the one with the gamma radiation. I am the one who passed it onto our child! This would have never happened if it hadn't been for me!”
“It will all
[only a fool] (Loki x Reader)[only a fool]
You're stepping around Loki's cell, the prison so delicately made for someone so hostile. The gold casing that forbids him from getting to you lies a meter in front of your footsteps.
"Dearest (Name)." Loki says quietly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" His hair is disheveled, clothes ragged and old as he sits on the floor, back hunched and against the wall.
He doesn't anything like an old king should.
He's surrounded by mess, the books his mother brought him in shambles, food knocked over and spread across the floor and his foot seems to be bleeding.
"I come here for no other reason to visit the man I used to love."
Loki scowls, looking away. "You never loved me."
"I did, Loki. But you changed. Became power hungry. And I changed as well. I became scared of the only man I was sure I loved. And I don't think I can overlook the incident that happened in Midgard. I am goddess of Revenge and Forgiveness. Two sides to the same coin, Loki. Do not expect me to take h