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Commemoration Ch. 3 by SithGirl665, literature
Literature
Commemoration Ch. 3
Waking 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 Avenge
Commemoration Ch. 2 by SithGirl665, literature
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Commemoration Ch. 2
Summary: 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 t
Commemoration Ch. 1 by SithGirl665, literature
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Commemoration Ch. 1
Steve 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 re
The Child of Protection by SithGirl665, literature
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The Child of Protection
No, 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…"
"Now, son!"
"Dad…"
"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 shoo
Castiel vs. Fame by SithGirl665, literature
Literature
Castiel vs. Fame
Cas 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 boot
Maybe I Smile by SithGirl665, literature
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Maybe I Smile
Something was wrong with Sam's brother. At first he brushed it off, because the differences were so small. But now it seemed to happen more often than not.
He was used to his shitty jokes, his moody behavior, the drinking. But this, this was something entirely different. This was scary, bizarre, almost surreal. Dean didn't do this. Not during these kinds of times.
He'd braced himself when Bobby died. He grieved, he cried himself to sleep at night, but he set up a wall inside himself to let Dean grieve his way, too. When their father had died, he was aggressive, cold. Defiant.
Although over the years since then his bravado began to falter w