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Five things the avengers (besides his fathers) taught little Charlie Stark and one thing he taught them (about his fathers) #1 "No, no, hang on kiddo, you're holding it wrong, you're gonna take someones eye out like that." Charlie sighed as Clint corrected his hold on the practice bow again. They had been at it for hours, Clint trying to teach him how to shoot, but he was so hopeless at it! They'd tried guns, arrows, darts, and he never once hit the target, not once. The only weapon he showed any prowess with whatsoever was the throwing knives, like his father, but Clint insisted he needed practice on other mediums of long-distance attack.

It was his birthday on this dark night. America, human name Alfred F. Jones, sat in an armchair watching the traditional festivities from the spectacular view of his apartment's window. The usual party he threw, inviting all friendly nations, had finished. Russia had shown up and given him another dubious gift. Japan had come and snapped pictures of the still-ongoing fireworks show. As usual, England had declined to attend. America had grinned, worn his silly patriotic Uncle Sam hat, laughed obnoxiously, waved American flags made by China, sang his national tunes, then shoved hamburgers and hotdogs in the other nations' faces. But it was the

"What is this place?" Tavros asked in complete awe of his surroundings. He was walking in grass that reached just above his knees, feelings the April wind flutter through his messy hair. The air had a unique scent about it, the sweet smell of flowers mixing with the smell of the maple trees; the sky a heroic shade of blue. Tavros thought he was dreaming at first because the place looked like something he would see in a dream bubble. Sounds of running water mixed with the chirping of birds and the rustling wind played like lullabies in his ears. As he took a deep breath in through his nose, he felt a sudden seance of peace as he began to relax

It's been three long years on a ship before you finally meet up with your friends. Three long years of playing shitty MMO's and waiting anxiously on any word from your friends. Three years before you got to see them in person. There's something deep down in your heart that is scared that they won't be friends with you anymore, that they've changed. Three years is a lot of time. It's a lot of time to change as a person. You know, because you've changed a little bit. You're not as naïve as you were before; the game taught you a lot about yourself, and about how life can change so fast. It taught you to be strong, and acknowledge your weakn

Y/n was excited for Hogwarts, she could hardly wait to see the wonders of the magical school.  James smiled at his little witch, he was happy that she was happy. He wished she didn't have to see the brawl between himself and Lucius. Although he saw that their children seemed to take a liking to each other. James's thoughts were gone when he heard his daughter talking to her new little friend. "You are so cute!" Y/n giggled as Ash purr against her. James took her arm and began to do apparition to King's Cross Train Station. Y/n held on to her father's arm as they traveled, it was not her first but still it made her a bit dizzy. Y/n let g

I. LOVE. KYOYA. OOTORI!  Screw his father! :heart: [M/n] - male name, [L/n] - last name [H/l] - hair length, [H/c] - hair color, [E/c] - eye color      [M/n] [L/n] wasn’t the most talkative person alive, unless he was in front of a video camera, and or talking about video games.  When there isn’t a camera, or if he isn’t talking about video games, he’s almost as silent as Mori-Senpai.  Yup, he was a strange person in a social environment.  But it wasn’t his fault.  [M/n] grew up in a small town with a small population, until he was forced to move, so he wasn’t, and

2 months ago… “Let me go, freak!” you yell, struggling in Hun’s grip. You know it’s pointless trying to fight him, considering you are a twig compared to his massive body; yet, out of sheer franticness and fear, you fight him anyway. He has you over his shoulder as he carries you to some unknown location. “I’m the freak?” Hun darkly laughs. “I’m not the one spending my time with four filthy mutants and their rodent master in the sewers of New York City. I’m surprised you’re not infected with some sort of disease by now.” He firmly crushes you under his arm and you

You were standing in a bright, white, misty void. You subconsciously began to walk straight, not even thinking about where you are going. As you were walking, your Pj's faded away and was replaced by a gorgeous (Dress, Tux, etc), your hair turned into a beautiful style, and you found nothing odd about it. You continued to walk, as you felt your bare feet become covered with a pair of (heels, flats, etc.). You walked for a few more moments until you saw standing some 20 feet away, Donnie was standing, facing west. He was wearing an amazing tux; that almost made your heart beat out of your chest, he was so handsome. He stood there with a smile

Leaving Summary: Raph can't stop worrying about his older brother. Even if he doesn't want to admit it. But he can't act like he doesn't care forever.   Rated: PG-13 for one gruesome bloody paragraph and turtlecest.   Paring: Raph/Leo Genres: Family, Friendship, Romance, Hurt/Comfort. Disclaimer: I do not and probably will never own tmnt.   It was nearly pitch black as Leo and Raph swiftly ascended a flight of stairs in an unknown building. The building seemed to be a twisted combination of a hotel, mansion, and prison. According to Donatello, this new unknown building was the headquarters of the Foot Clan and the home of the Shredder.