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"You're cute." (Y/N) glances at Damian and blinks. Staring at him in absolute oddity, (Y/N) wonders if he could be sick or maybe not feeling well at that moment, because the words that had escaped his mouth were absolutely alien to her ears. "Are you okay Damian?" (Y/N) asks, completely forgetting about the chess game laying in front of them. It wasn't often Damian Wayne invited people over to his Manor, but it was even less often that he invited someone to play a game of chess with him since he considered everyone but himself to be 'unintelligent' or something along that line. So I suppose in a way, being invited to spend a day with Damia

You let yourself into the flat you share with Matt, smiling to yourself as you think of how surprised your boyfriend will be when he returns home and finds that you have come back from your trip early. You haven’t been away for long—four days to be accurate—and you had managed to extract a promise from Matt before leaving that he will not get himself too badly injured while you’re away. He had acknowledged the necessity for caution in your absence with a smile because you are the one who patches him up when his fights go south and equally as important is his knowledge of how much you will worry about him while you are

In the silence of the dark night, rain filled clouds drifted over New York. The wind picked up and exclaimed her howling sighs. Raindrops started dripping on the roofs of all the buildings, spreading a relaxing melody through the empty streets. Most people were already fast asleep, their soft snoring contributing to the melodic unity of sounds that penetrated your apartment. In the dim light of your computer screen, you were working on a project you had to finish before the next morning. Your eyes started to feel heavy, but you couldn’t give in to the lingering sleep yet. Just a few more adjustments and you would be done. You rubbed y

    Children often have a toy or something like that that they are close to and find sentimental value to. Sometimes this goes away after a while, but others it does not. (F/N) Rogers seemed to be one of those cases were the love for a toy never left. True she was only still a small child of age five, but she still seemed to have a never ending love for a stuffed duck that was given to on her first birthday. She never went anywhere without the thing. It ate with her, went to sleep with her, and even took baths with her. She simply was inseparable from the toy.            Her father Steve Rogers saw nothing wrong with this and neither did an

Being the only five year old, or rather only child in general, on the helicarrier things tend to get rather boring. You were currently walking through the halls trying to avoid getting in the way of the busy agents. Then something green and full of light caught your attention. You quickly followed after it. The thing turned out to be a luminous green butterfly. A wide smile crossed your features as you got closer to it. You followed the strange butterfly trying to catch it. It turned the corner quickly and you followed suit, running into someone. "(F/n)? What are you doing running about the halls?" Thor asked pulling you back up to your feet

Today seemed to be labled 'see who can make Natasha mad' day. Everyone except for (F/n) that is. The little four year old followed Natasha everywhere. Natasha didn't seem to mind, in fact she secretly enjoyed having a little follower. It all started early this morning. You were eating your breakfast as usual waiting for Natasha to wake up. She came into the kitchen to get her coffee, but Tony wouldn't let her. They started to argue and you finished eating. You put your dishes away in the sink, neither adult paid you any mind so you snuck off with a mischievous smile. By the time you got back in Nat had a cup of coffee and Tony was nowhere to