And so they decided to be casual huggle buddies, nothing more. After all, she has to return to her normal size to continue ruling over Equestria and he’s too proud to shrink to pony-ish sizes. Also about a dozen other reasons it wouldn’t work…
Marco and Jam were on a routine patrol mission, it’s the first time Marco brought Jam along after he finished his training.
The monster is called Riesenwurmer among the human survivors, but Marco nicknamed it Alaskan Bull Worm.
When the grenade plan didn’t work, Marco was going to cut his arm off so he can escape, but everything changed when the worm got Jam.
The monster’s nervous system is slightly above it’s own mouth, that’s why Marco didn’t throw or kick the grenade into the monster’s stomach, since the monster could suvive even if reduced to just a head, Marco couldn’t take any risk that might endanger Jam.
Jam never once smile after Marco’s death.
Once Jam figured out how to travel back in time with the Time tape, the first thing he did was try to save his father by going back to the past. But for some reason, he failed to save him no matter how many time he tried, and before he knows it, there’s only enough energy to make two more time jump. So he decided to go back to the time before Stapocalypse happened, to prevent it from happening in the first place.
1. “We have the same favorite book, and we always check it out from the library. We’ve never met, but the librarians are starting to ship us, and are coming up with ridiculous excuses for us to meet.”
2. “My dog absolutely adores you, and you absolutely adore my dog. Whenever we see each other, the two of you play for a good half-hour, at least. That’s great and all, but what’s your name?”
3. “I was planning on proposing to the person I was dating, but then, I found out they were cheating on me. They don’t know I know, and you suggest I go ahead and go through with it, with a slight twist: I propose to YOU, instead.”
4. “We’re both shopping for the same obscure item. This is the fifth store I’ve seen you at… Want to join forces?”
5. “I’m an actor, and part of my costume is a wedding ring, but I totally forgot I was wearing it. Now you’re yelling at me for flirting with you, and I have no clue how to get a word in edgewise to explain.”
6. “There’s only one bag of my favorite candy left, and you’re about to put it in your cart. Please don’t, seriously. I’ve had an awful week, and I need my candy fix.”
7. “I’ve never actually met the person my sibling is going to marry, but you’re always there at the wedding planning, so I just assumed it was you. But now you’re asking me out? And you’re actually the future spouse’s best friend? Oh, wow, I was not expecting that.”
8. “If you hug me, I will stab you-Oh, my gosh. You aren’t my best friend, you’re a stranger, and you look slightly terrified of me now. Please don’t call the police, I’m not actually going to stab anyone.”
9. “I passed out in a public place, and you sat with me for several hours to make sure no one harassed me? That is both sweet and strange.”
10. “We’re neighbors, and you always hear me screaming about my cooking disasters, and swoop in to save me. I probably should start paying you, honestly.”
Guess who wrote some more Steve/Tony/Bucky/Natasha???? It’s me. Why.
God, this safe house had seen better days.
Steve wrinkled his nose at the tiny cot and moldy-smelling
sheets and wondered if he could handle staying awake one more day.
“I need the bathroom right now immediately,” Tony began, and
hustled in the direction Natasha had pointed in.
Bucky put his hands on his hips and looked around, frowning.
“Would it make you feel better or worse to know that Hydra had worse?”
“Shut up,” Natasha said tiredly, prepared to flop onto the
cot, then apparently thought better of it and sat down on the floor.
Steve followed suit. He was quite tired. Who knew that
accepting Tony’s offer to go with him on a trip to a public speaking event meant that
they’d get chased down by both AIM and
Hydra? At least they had been wearing casual clothes and sneakers. Tony had had
to ditch his suit jacket and steal a hoodie to try and blend in with the crowd,
and he was still wearing his loafers.
“You okay, Tony?” Steve asked after realizing they hadn’t
heard him in quite some time.
Both Bucky and Natasha turned toward the bathroom door in
concern when no response was forthcoming.
“…Tony?” Steve asked again, getting to his feet.
The doorknob jiggled and then there was a sad-sounding
squeak. “Oh no.”
Bucky and Natasha were immediately on their feet as well. “What?!”
“Are you okay?”
“No,” Tony said, honestly sounding like he might cry. “I can’t
get out because the doorknob broke.”
“Aw,” Natasha whispered, looking amused and sympathetic all
at once. She smacked Steve’s shoulder with the back of her hand. “Help him,
Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed the knob on
“…You fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered gleefully as he gaped
down at the doorknob in his hand.
“Steve?” Tony asked plaintively.
“Just—just a second, honey,” Steve said, turning back to
Natasha with wild eyes and motioning at the door.
Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed. “My gear won’t help if
there isn’t a lock to pick.”
“What?” Tony’s voice went higher in pitch. “What are you
talking about, what do you mean there isn’t a lock—”
“Get in the bathtub, sweetheart,” Bucky sighed.
“What why? What’s going on?”
“Get in the bathtub.”
There was a pause as they listened to him shuffle around,
and then, “Why am I in the bathtub?”
Bucky slammed his heel into what was left of the doorknob,
causing the wood around it to shatter and the door to burst inward. Tony yelped
as it ricocheted off the tub, ducking further into it and covering his head
against the splinters.
Bucky stepped into the bathroom and reached down to scoop
him up despite the lack of space usually needed to do so. “I gotcha, doll.”
“What a hellish day,” Tony complained, hiding his face against
Bucky’s shoulder. “Everyone should cuddle me.”
“We can do that,” Natasha answered immediately, elbowing
Steve in the side. “Steve.”
He looked at her in confusion. “Wh—oh,” he whispered,
looking around wildly, then hid the doorknob under the cot.
“Gimme,” Natasha said with just a touch of murder.
Bucky held his hands up to allow her to curl around Tony on
his lap. “You know you don’t have to use the murder voice, right? You and Tony
weigh, like. Five pounds.” He patted the floor beside him for Steve. “Especially
when you spread out over both our laps.”
“I weigh at least five pounds all by myself,” Tony grumbled.
He plopped his feet into Steve’s lap. “Rub these please.”
Steve gently pulled off one loafer and grimaced. “Aw, honey.”
Natasha and Bucky whipped around to look and let out
sympathetic sounds when they saw his bloody sock. And he hadn’t even complained
“I think there’s supposed to be a first-aid kit here,”
Natasha offered, standing again. “Hold tight, Tony.”
Tony muttered to himself about how he’d been holding her tight, but whatever. Bucky and Steve
fought valiantly not to find that adorable and failed. She returned shortly
with what was quite possibly the tiniest first-aid kit they’d ever seen. It did
have bandages and Neosporin though, so Steve didn’t judge it too harshly, instead delicately peeling
off Tony’s sock.
“Ow,” Tony couldn’t help but whimper, hiding his face in
Bucky’s shoulder again.
“Shh, honey, I’m sorry,” Steve murmured, grimacing at all
the burst blisters on Tony’s foot. “We’ll get this fixed up.”
“What do you mean ‘we,’” Natasha began, because she was
disgusted by feet, only to jolt backward. “Jesus
Bucky scowled at her, lifting a hand to pat Tony’s back as
he tried to pull his foot away so she didn’t have to see it. Luckily Steve had
gotten a good grip of his ankle the moment he’d seen Natasha look in his
“I mean. Oh dear,” Natasha said haltingly, opening the
Neosporin. “Why didn’t you say anything, Tony?”
“We needed to get to cover.”
Steve smiled sadly. “You did a good job, honey.”
“Gross, gross, gross,” Natasha whispered, squirting Neosporin
on all of his blisters. “C’mon, Steve.”
Steve began bandaging his foot carefully. “We’ve got you,
“’m sorry,” Tony said softly, shoulders sagging. “This was
supposed to be fun. I was gonna take you guys out to dinner. Maybe see a show.
Just… do something that wasn’t life-threatening for once.”
“It’s not your fault,” Natasha said immediately. “You can
still do that when this blows over, too. We can even go for something exotic
and heinously expensive.”
Bucky hurried to agree with her. “Yeah, doll, let’s try
“Right,” Steve added after Natasha prodded his shoulder
impatiently. “I’m trying to concentrate, Natasha.”
Tony choked on a sad laugh. “I must look bad if you’re all
agreeing to something heinously expensive.”
“Fine,” Steve sighed, rolling his eyes. “Just ridiculously
expensive then. Will you stop moving your foot?”
“You guys are mean. I’m breaking up with you. I’m going to
date Sam, Bruce, and Thor instead.”
“You love to dress Natasha up too much to break up with her,”
“Thor would look good in dresses too!” Tony burst out.
While Bucky and Steve were stunned, Natasha just shrugged. “No,
it’s true. He’s just sad most Midgardian dresses won’t fit him.”
Bucky and Steve choked.
“What the fuck, Natasha?!” Steve and Bucky shouted the next day as she
raced away, carrying Tony on her back.
“You snooze, you lose, suckers!” Natasha called back over
Tony’s giggles, grinning when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders tighter
and urged her faster.
Laurens: Dear Alexander Hamilton, We’ve been way too out of touch. Things have been crazy, and it sucks that we don’t talk that much. But I should tell you that I think of you each night. I rub my nipples, and start moaning with delight!–