EgyptianWings

Loki slid into the garage, the sound of welding and music hiding the sound of the door as it whooshed open and closed. He watched Tony for a moment before Dum-E noticed him, whirling over and gripping his shirt in its pinchers. Chuckling softly, the god allowed the machine to lead him to the other side of the garage where Tony kept a make-shift kitchen and not-so-make-shift bar. There Dum-E waited for its pat on the head before beeping and whisking away to retrieve the other occupant of the room. Loki waiting patiently, turning on the coffee machine and looking through the tiny fridge to see, once again, it didn't have anything in it. Loki ma

Like everything else that ended badly, it had been Tony's idea to throw the slumber-party-that-was-just-an-all-nighter (because Slumber Party sounded girly dammit) and, like most bad ideas, Clint whole heartedly encouraged it. They planned it for a weekend where Howard and Marie would be out of town AND had no chance of randomly coming home. That weekend was the one they went to Paris for a weapons expo, and the moment the plane was gone the plan was set into action. The entertainment room was set up as home base, and soon it was filled with the people Clint and Tony considered family. Loki, Clint and Darcy took over the main TV - they had gi

The day Tony discovered that the two most important people in his life also lived each other was probably the best day ever. As it was, it had been the day he forced Phil to take Clint out on their first real date, and as the best friend was bound and determined to make it the best damn day of Clint's life. Clint was finally cleared for normal every day things from the accident, and this instantly meant Tony making sure he left the mansion dressed In a way the assured Clint was getting sex that night. Anyways, he had ushered them out the door with a "I don't expect you back~" to seal the deal and proudly made his way into the living room wh

Hachiro thought he had it all figured out. He was dead, and from the looks most of the angels gave him he was hated as well. Hell, he had a feeling if Ai wasn't one of God's messengers he'd be in hell where he believed he belonged. He was ugly, from his scars to his bruises to his track marks to his torn grey wings; ugly and loved only by his beautiful sister. And it would be that way forever. Of course he hadn't taken Jude Riggs into the equation. Hadn't even made a place for him, the American had just shoved his way in. Jude was everything Hachiro wasn't: he was tall and blond and Gorgeous! And his wings were The faintest gold color, they

The first week in Tony's house had been… awkward to say the least. Clint wasn't entirely certain why he said yes, but he had and now he was living in Stark Mansion with a butler - Jarvis. The only one Clint had actually conversed with since he got there. - and more room than he knew what to do with. And a bed. That was his favorite part. He had seen Tony's father once, he had come home and Clint caught a glance of him and Tony. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he was positive that if Tony had been a dog his ears would have been flat against his skull. Instead, Tony stood against his father with what could only be practiced

"I don't think you get it! I had no one before I came to this school!" Clint took a deep shuddery breath, eyes locked with Phil's. "My parents are gone. My brother was killed. I had no one before Natasha. Natasha and Steve and Bruce and Thor, they're the only family I've ever really had! Well, and Tony, but Tony is Tony and that is all strange but whatever! That doesn't matter, what matters is…" he took another deep breath, "I've never… I've dated people, I've slept with people, but God Phil… You are the only person ever to make me feel so fucking alive… To make me feel loved, like… Like you actually want this god-for

There was a lot in Loki's life he wasn't sure about, but the number one thing on that long list was Tony Stark. Well, actually just Tony. Tony Stark was the asshole role he played at school, Anthony was the kid he played to him parents, Tony was Loki's. Tony was the boy who clung to Loki in his dreams, Tony was the child who never had a childhood, Tony was the man who tried to be so brave and Strong for Loki, to be the shoulder he cried on. And, Loki supposed, that was why Tony was a mysterious force to him. "You're thinking in deafening," Tony grumbled. Loki chuckled, moving his head off Tony's chest to look up at him. Tony had one arm drap