“I do not know who that woman over there is, Stark, but I am about ready to develop laser eyes to explode her,” muttered Maria Hill.

“Hey, we’re not currently saving the world. You can call me Tony.”

“I think I’d rather stab you,” Hill offered.

Tony glanced over at Ren, but she only glowered and said, “Where’s my drink?”
“About to appear in my hand ( Read more... )

Say what he would about the man- and Tony had a lot to say- Loki knew how to dress for the occasion. Except for that stupid helmet, he could be quite snazzy. And tonight, he had clearly outdone himself, obviously looking to impress. Never one to be intimidated by a tux, Stark nevertheless had to admire the ruthless cut of his black suit jacket, and ( Read more... )

Feeling quite chipper, Tony hummed to himself in the lab. Ren definitely knew how to manipulate him. In so many delicious ways. With a wide grin, he contemplated how he was going to detail the escapade to Rogers. After all, that grandpa needed the advice. Hell, he was probably a virgin, which just about blew Tony’s mind.
JARVIS alerted him to Ren’s ( Read more... )

There were certain compensations to allowing Stark to keep his fingers when he called her his girlfriend, thought Ren. He did have a very big. . . library. And, according to him, she could take anything she wanted. Most of what he was interested in reading he had as an audio file, or digital document. Therefore, she was to help herself.
Since she ( Read more... )

Sighing with relief, Phillipa closed her front door against the world. Professor Cassidy had been particularly critical of her today, which was probably brought on by her admission that she had been part of the roof party- the completely unauthorized roof party. She ought to have realized that, as he had thundered in an increasingly heavy Irish ( Read more... )

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- Clark Gregg (@clarkgregg) March 22, 2014

So this happened.

Idiot, Phillipa scolded herself. If she had been less of a fool, she would not be crying now. What did it matter if she could seek a truth from someone else? It always ended up the same. Why did she need to tear herself to pieces inside over something she already knew?
Of course her father had loved her mother more than he loved her. When she died, ( Read more... )

“I’m Agent Grant Ward and I can eat 15 Big Macs in 10 seconds- as long as it’s not windy.”

“Oh, that is disgusting, Fitz!” Jemma exclaimed. “I certainly hope he wouldn’t do such a thing. Think of his cholesterol!”

“It’s a joke, Jemma! It’s not like he really would. That’s the point, you know.”
“Are you two dressed yet?” Skye demanded. “I know it’s ( Read more... )

“Look here Stark, I'm not a goddamned Vet. I don't MAKE housecalls. But Agent Barton tells me you've been messing around with things that don't concern you, and you told a bunch of people who don't need to know. Now I don't want to make a big deal out of this, but you are going to conveniently forget everything you learned about Miss Coulson's ( Read more... )

Skye was holed up in the lab with Jemma and Leo- mostly because she did not like the atmosphere that was forming in the upper levels. Coulson was busy brooding, and his bad mood was rubbing off on everyone. To top it off, Lexi had texted her super early this morning asking if she knew where little Phil was so Skye was avoiding A.C. even more than ( Read more... )