Steve took a long swig of coffee, looking out the window to across the street. A single, very familiar man stared right at Steve, not moving at all. Long brown hair, tall, strong, serious face and...a metal arm. Slowly, Steve stood up, leaving his coffee and walked out the door. The man across the street still didn't...
Imagine ... if you were to meet Loki. Put yourself in the story in my short imagines with the God of Mischief (Warning!: Contains Happy/Sad stories, so prepare for the feels!)
~ W A T T P A D F E A T U R E D ~ A Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton origin story. ❝My name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova and I work for the KGB. But my life is something of a lie. I work for no one. I work for myself. And I always work alone. I have a very specific skill set. I have charm. I have wit. I have sex...
Steve Rogers was always known as the sick kid back in his day; his best friend, Bucky Barnes, never even seemed to catch the common cold. But things never happen the same way twice. This time, it's Bucky who's clinging onto life . . . *undergoing construction*