Commemoration Ch. 3Waking up this time felt a lot more comfortable, Tony thought dryly. His ribs ached and he felt a little dizzy, but other than that, fine.
"Hey, Tony. Are you feeling better?" Natasha was looking at him genuine concern. This was weird. He always knew Natasha as calm, blunt, and unreadable. She never showed this much emotion.
"Yeah, a lot better." He said, and he meant it.
"Tony, what year is it? Actually, the month, too?" Natasha said, worried looking.
"What kind of question is that?" He scoffed.
"Just humor me."
"All right. Um, April 2011?"
Natasha closed her eyes for a second. That would be about 3 months since he met her. The Avengers hadn't "assembled" for another month or two.
Tony was looking at her strangely, his face scrunched together in concentration.
She got little agitated by it. "What?"
"I don't know. You just seem...different. And a lot nicer to me, now that I think about it," his eyes widened. "We're not...you know...?"
Natasha's eyes widened as well. Tony thought they w
Commemoration Ch. 2Summary: After an accident, Tony loses an important part of his memory: the Avengers. The team tries to help him get his memory, but naturally Tony refuses. STONY
One of the nurses started asking all sorts of questions, while another began poking at him and taking blood. Tony shook his head at the both of them, wanting them to leave him alone. "Uh, boo, go away," he mumbled, looking around for someone, or something familiar.
"Hey..." Natasha walked up then, followed closely by Clint. "What's going on? Is..." she trailed off. "Oh, he's awake!"
"Finally, a familiar face!" Tony huffed, his voice hoarse. "Natasha!"
Steve's heart dropped his to his stomach at that. He only recognized Natasha? He took note that Tony barely glanced at Clint, who he laughed and pranked with all the time. They were practically best friends.
For a moment Natasha stood there, looking at Tony for a moment. "What?" she glanced to Steve, took in the hurt look on his face, before she realized. He didn't remember, did
Commemoration Ch. 1Steve promised that he'd stay awake for Tony's return, so he lay down on the couch at Stark Tower, wrapped in a blanket and watching shows he couldn't really make sense of still. It was mostly teenage drama (God, was every 16 year old girl like that these days?) and annoying game shows with obnoxious hosts.
So at 1 in the morning, he got a little concerned. Tony was late to everything, but
The phone rang. He figured it was Tony; who else would call at a time like this? He picked up the phone on the counter at the bar and pressed "Talk".
"Hello? This is Steve."
"Steve? It's Nat. There's been an accident."
"Accident?" Steve's reaction was immediate and he stood up from where he was on the couch, waiting for the woman to go on with the details. "What kind of accident? What happened?"
Natasha's heart felt heavy as she tried to make out the words. "A...car accident. Happy was driving Tony back from the conference with Hammer Industries, and a truck hit them from the side. They sa
The Child of ProtectionNo, Daddy
"Daddy, no! Please!" a young Dean yelled as his father continued to shout at him to finish the obstacle course. "I can't! I can't do it anymore! It's too hard. I already did it once, didn't I?"
"Yes, you can, do it again! Once won't teach you. You won't remember." John told him furiously. "You have to, you hear me?"
"But Daddy "
"Don't argue with me." That tone in John's voice always made Dean stop disobeying his father. It used to be only used when he was playing with something he shouldn't, or he sneaked into the cookie jar. Now it was used when he was too scared to pick up the gun and shoot.
Dean, his tears clouding his vision and snot dripping from his nose, he once again pushed his aching muscles to do the cartwheels, gun shoots, and flips. He pulled his skinny arms to a bent position on the arm hang, every muscle in his body straining, and he propelled himself to the floor in a heap.
Quickly, breathing hard, he got up and stumbled to t
Castiel vs. FameCas just did not understand humans sometimes. They spend hours watching other people's lives, most not true, on a screen for entertainment, but they seem not to be satisfied for today he saw two young women walking around a restaurant where the boys were carrying little electronics.
He knew most electronics, like Dean's Impala's radio (although he was still trying to understand why the car was referred to as a "she". It had no feminine characteristics), an iPod, and a cell phone. And of course TV and all those other everyday things. So, yes, he proudly knew most of everything.
Except for that.
"Dean," he said, sitting next to Sam in a booth . "What are those?"
Dean noisily chewed his massive bite of a sandwich as he looked over. "I think you're " he swallowed, "aware of girls last time I checked. Also, they're underage, so that's not going to work out well with you."
"What does their age have to do with anything? I meant what are they holding?" Castiel said irritably. Dean sure ta