The sun no longer shines. The fight with Doom was rough and ugly – when weren’t their fights – but they were ready for it.
Damage remained contained, the ambush failed to catch them unawares, and they all came out of it in one piece. If they hadn’t known the attack was coming, Steve caught himself thinking, if they’d been caught off-guard as planned… He half waited, after, for Loki to come. The attack had been on the news, and Loki would likely know regardless – however he knew things like that – but there was only thorough silence for the month after. Nothing. The Jotunn King. Inside Fighter. They meet each other in the middle of a battlefield.
That is, if one can even call the streets of Manhattan a battlefield. The once bustling streets of people mingling mindlessly, hurrying or avoiding traffic, have by now screamed themselves hoarse and hidden in the buildings. Even then, they don't stop quivering in fear. The streets are ruined; cracked and broken into craters, with rubble and scattered concrete everywhere. Talking to Darkness. Chapter Text.
To Ruin A Strong Tower With The Light Of The Sun. Unintentional. “I beseech you, brother,” the oddly dressed man said to Thor as he followed him into the kitchen.
“only a fortnight and I will return promptly.” Thor shook his head. “I do not believe it would be a good idea, brother. What if I am called to battle? Who will care for Baldur in my absence?” Follow Me. Chapter Text The big guy’s fist drives through Steve like he’s nothing but paper.
Steve’s frail, always has been – physically, that is. His mind is another matter altogether. Steve wipes his mouth, getting to his feet, but his knees wobble when he puts up his fists to guard himself. The guy – six feet tall or more – snorts, reeling back far enough to end this on the next blow. All the stars were crashing 'round. And all the stars were crashing 'roundAs I laid eyes on what I'd found...It was a white craneIt was a helpless thingUpon a red stainWith an arrow its wingAnd it called and criedAnd it called and cried so...
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, lived a former soldier with no wealth or fame; he had nothing but a small house and his two hands to his name. His name was Steve Rogers and, though he was as brave and good as a man could be, he got by on a small army pension and doing odd jobs in the village closest to the house he had inherited from his mother.
On a cold night, when there was just a glimmer of sun still visible as it set between the heavy clouds, Steve pulled his coat tight against the falling snow and began to make his way home from the village, where he had been helping Widow Agnes cut wood for her fireplace in exchange for eggs and some seed cake. To Me (Pre-Slash) The first time his family forgets, Loki is still a child.
He stands of a height with his mother's waist, and he is a vibrant creature. He is quicksilver cunning, in constant motion, all wide green eyes and clever fingers and a crescent moon grin. Already, he is talented with magic. Already, his tutors exchange glances over his head and scold the boy for leaving illusions in his place to sneak out during dull lessons. He has asked Father for a book that is not in the library, told him with the excited chatter of a talkative child of this tome said to come from Alfheim, of the famed author, of the unusual spell structure discussed in its pages. The Enemy of My Enemy. Disclaimer: Marvel owns these characters.
I do not make any money from this work. It's been five months since the Chitauri incident. New York City is still recovering, rebuilding. The last thing Director Fury, Agent Hill, and the newly returned Agent Coulson expect is for Thor, God of Thunder, to pay a visit. Even less do they expect him to be so adamant about speaking with Captain America. Director Fury sends Clint Barton to retrieve Captain Rogers from wherever the hell he rode off to. Steve isn't sure how he feels about being called back. Once they've landed on the Helicarrier, Rogers and Barton head directly to the bridge to meet the god and Director Fury. Steve stops immediately. "Yeah," Agent Coulson says almost guiltily. Every Judas Loved His Jesus.
Dagny's Daily Rounds (Sort of a Sequal) This fic takes place roughly six weeks after Every Judas Loved His Jesus, and is pretty much just baby fluff with Dagny and the agents/friends of SHIELD.
Dagny's Daily RoundsOneshot Phil Coulson started his day at six in the morning. In his younger years he would have spent an hour or more in the gym, but since leaving active duty he made do with a thirty minute run. Afterwards came a quick shower and a fresh breakfast, and then Coulson dressed in a clean suit, ready to face his duties. Stop one was Captain's Rogers' quarters on the top floor of the residential building. "Captain Rogers? " The inside of the apartment was neat and tidy. It had been made up as a nursery. Your Equal. This is just an intro chapter.
This story was originally on the Thor page (so I kind of catered to those fans but luckily, now there's an Avengers board) and I plan on fixing some of beginning chapters over time.