"I'm not made for this life, I can't live the way I'm not supposed to." [mature themes throughout] disclaimer - this does not follow any specific timeline in the MCU, everyone is alive unless stated!!

Peter texts Ned (completely original I know, bear with me I beg of you) but plot twist?? It's Tony Stark man?? Absolute mad lad gets sucked into a series of unfortunate events, enduring a lot of very concerning and very cute things This book is completed!! A chapter or two may show up every now and again, but they will not be anything other than short spurts of fluff or angst. Also, it slowly derailed from a wrong number fic as I learned how to write. There are still a massive amount of text scenes, but after a while it fades into a normal-ish story, with a lot of yelling (: Hope you enjoy TW

(Y/N) (L/N) was a head strong girl with a bright future. She had such bright outlooks on her life, knowing exactly what she wanted form the world, but her plans came crashing down around her when her father used her as a political pawn between the Asgardians and her people, the Light Elves of Alfheim. She much now marry the wayward prince of Asgard, Loki, the god of mischief. - Cover Art Not Mine - Requests Open - Highest Rankings: #1 in characterxreader #1 in alfheim #1 in Asgard #1 in Lokixreader #1 in lokiofasgard #1 in Lokilaufeyson #1 in Odin #1 in Lokiodinson #1 is Asgardian #2 in Marvel #5 in Avengers #5 in Thor

Bucky Barnes X Deaf!Reader - Your world was silent. And he gave it sound

"Hold on!" He asks vehemently. "What do you want?" I ask, irritated. His blue eyes widen and still manage to shine in the dim moonlight, his dark, golden hair looking like a halo on his head. America's golden boy he is. He hesitates at my question, as if he doesn't even know himself. "Why don't you come back with me? I can get you some food, a warm bed, some clean clothes?" He offers kindly. I look at him skeptically. "Back where? Your ivory tower?" I sass. He presses his lips together before jumping to the other dumpster. "Look, I just want to help. It doesn't matter what the press says. They get a lot wrong anyway." He shoots a smile down at me to try and win me over. "Well, that's wonderfully patriotic of you," I hop down and start walking down the alley away from him. "but no thanks." I slip my thumbs under the straps of my backpack and clutch on. Steve Rogers appears next to me in seconds, walking with me. I create distance between us, making sure we don't touch. Before he opens his mouth, I stop us both, my temper flaring up. "Look, I have no interest in being your charity case. I don't want to be in the press, used as an example of how good the Avengers are, or any of that shit. I just want to be left alone!" I huff, pulling my backpack tighter against my back to resist punching Captain America. Steve's eyes go to my still bloody knuckles in the dim light and his eyebrows furrow even further. "Oh, dear god." I complain at seeing more concern on his face. Before he can put a gentle hand on my shoulder and give me a rousing speech about justice or something I kick him hard in the balls. As soon as he leans over I start sprinting. I reach another dumpster and jump on top of it, then leap to the nearest fire escape. Then, I'm on the roof and feel like I'm flying. Some people've gotta learn the hard way; not everyone wants to be saved. SEQUEL 'Into the Ring' IS UP NOW! *I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS. ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE.*

"She might not talk, but she can tell one hell of a story" Dia doesn't talk by choice, only a few people know why. She communicates by sign language and so her friends were left with no choice but to learn the language so they can understand her. She is never seen without her camera, always taking pictures of everything and anything. Her dog, Biscuit, always by her side. One day, Dia decides to accept her friend Tony Stark's invitation on staying at the Avengers Compound. There she meets everyone and they get to meet her colorful friends. "I can levitate for short periods of time" Dia signed, a small smile on her face, her eyes shining with humor. "It's called jumping" Clint spoke up. "You already have a name for it?"