So I love writing fanfictions but I dont generally finish them if you guys haven't noticed. So in this book I will be writing short stories/ imagines. It will include: Matt Smith, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Shawn Spenser, Damon Salvatore, Pete...
I wrote this fanfiction for my friend Lauren __lauuren__ :) BTW I ADDED MORE FROM THE ONE YOU READ!!!
Some parts you probably won't understand and will think, "why the heck did she do that?", it contains some inside jokes. ;'D Yeah....this imagine is sorta a comedy. :'D
(I do not currently take requests)
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Superheroes...personally I think they are over rated. Always on the news, always on the radio. Knowing my luck, they probably aren't even good looking. Darrrrnnn Kansas and their nonexistent good looking men.
But why would the superheroes have their base in 'good old Kansas'? Makes no sense to me whatsoever.
Hannah and I were sitting in a small cafe munching on scones and, of course, the Avengers were on the news.
"Isn't Captain America such a dream?" Hannah says, no longer finding any interest in her scone.
"There are such things as photoshop." I reply, rolling my eyes and taking a huge bite of blueberry scone, which resulted with crumbs falling down my shirt. "Terrific."
Hannah didn't seem to notice but continued to watch the news.
Apparently one of the Avengers had been the cause for an explosion that killed 9 people, if my memory serves correctly. Because of this, the government was enforcing a pact in which all superheroes had to sign. This pact would put them under the governments authority. I personally think that this was a rash thing to do. Our government was already corrupt, imagine the things it could force them to do. Awful things, But then again, imagine the things superheroes could do with no accountability. Horrible things.
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A few days later as I sat in my apartment eating a large cheese pizza, I swore I heard a loud noise come from my bathroom.
"WOGALLUUUHHH!!!" I exclaim, grabbing the nearest thing to a weapon that I had. A frying pan. I took a deep breath and crept towards the bathroom. The door was closed and the lights off. Sketchy.
I stood by the door, posed for the attack. The door beings to open.
BAM!
I slam the frying pan against the door and hopefully the intruder.
"OUCH!!! WHAT THE FREAK?!?!?!?!?" He yells.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" I scream at the sound of his voice. Apparently I wasn't strong enough to knock out a man. Wow...self confidence level plummeted big time.
"Who the crap are you?" I demand, still clutching the frying pan.
The man progressed out of the bathroom and I could see that he was wearing a body suit of armor, a pretty high tech one at that.
