"we gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean
some to throw, some to make a diamond ring
you know i didn't want to have to haunt you
but what a ghostly scene
you wear the same jewels that i gave you
as you bury me
i didn't have it in myself to go with grace
cause when i'd fight, you used to tell me i was brave
and if i'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
cursing my name, wishing i stayed
look at how my tears ricochet
and i can go anywhere i want
anywhere i want, just not home
and you can aim for my heart, go for blood
but you would still miss me in your bones
and i still talk to you, when i'm screaming at the sky
and when you can't sleep at night, you hear my stolen lullabies..."
-taylor swift
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(A/N): I have also come to realize that this story may have an insane amount of plot holes, and yes, I know it's bad, but again, this story is me trying to discover myself as a writer but also get better at it! Just bare with me here. I've gone back to a couple of chapters and changed/fixed some things too, so hopefully that helps.
Iris was laying in the middle of her bed at the castle, throwing a ball at the ceiling repeatedly then catching it. Pietro was laying horizontally at the foot of her bed and Sam was sitting in a swing-like chair in the corner of the room.
"What are we even gonna do for however long we have to stay here?" Sam asked, breaking the silence.
"I don't know. Drink beer... have sex... try to piss Loki off so bad that he stabs one of us. The fun stuff." Iris suggested.
"I- have sex? With who?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, hot Asgardians. There are plenty to choose from. Choose your fighter I guess." She retorted.
"Hey, I'm right here." Sam joked.
"Oh, gross. Would you stop it?" She said, rolling her eyes and smiling as Pietro stifled a laugh. A couple seconds later, Thor walked in.
"We are having a dinner tonight. Lots of people will be there, it is in celebration of Loki and I officially being back. Well, mainly me but we have to include Loki so, yay! Loki too." Thor sighed, "Anyway, what are you all talking about?"
"A dinner?" Iris complained.
"Hot Asgardians." Pietro answered at the same time.
"Sex and sadness." Sam also answered at the same time. Iris looked at the guys with a "c'mon" face.
"Oh?" Thor said, "And yes, a dinner." He waited before saying the next thing, "Is this what you Midgardians do all day? Sit and talk, throwing balls at the ceiling."
There was a mix of yes's and no's, and even a "How did you know we were throwing balls at the ceiling?" answered with, "Thin walls."
"What do Asgardians do all day? You don't even have TVs here..." Iris asked.
"Well, we live life. Most of the people are busy with their work and as royalty, we were always busy and had duties but if you don't have any of that then I guess it could get pretty boring. I could have some of the children teach you some Asgardian games." Thor told her, "You could even tell the Asgardians some stuff about Earth if you wanted... your choice. I'm headed out, I've got some stuff to do with my father. See you all." Thor announced as he left.
Iris sighed and got up from the bed, going to the door, "Where you goin'?" Sam asked her.
"Just around. Maybe I'll find something to do beside talk to you idiots all day." She said with a smirk.
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Double Life
FanfictionRosalie "Iris" Fury is the daughter of Nick Fury, well at least she considers him as a dad. She's known him her whole life, he's taken care of her, basically taken her underneath his wing. Her earliest memory is being in an explosion and then pulled...
