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The Avenger's Trio: Love Within Love: Ch. 3Leave it to Tony Stark to get stuck in between a rock and a hard place. The rock being Bruce Banner and the hard place being Steve Rogers. For once, he had no idea what to say in the situation. He decided to improvise.
"Oh, Captain... I, uh, didn't hear you over there..." He cursed himself for the stupid line but it was the best he had.
Roger's lifted an eyebrow and folded his arms across his large, muscular chest. "I heard you two arguing and I thought maybe something had happened." He glanced at Banner then returned his eyes to Stark, "Clearly, I was just interrupting. I'll be going home now." He turned to leave, but the back of his shirt was caught by Tony.
Roger's turned around, a look of astonishment plastered on his face. Did... Did Iron Man... Just make a grab for him? Tony's face turned a deep shade of red as he frantically looked between Steve and Bruce. Oh no, Oh no, Oh no...
Steve ran his hand through his hair and groaned. What kind of idiot was Stark exactly? Sure he was a
The Avenger's Trio: Love Within Love: Ch. 2It was pitch black in the room, and Steve couldn't remember how he got into these kind of situations, he really didn't, but he could still hear the party going on outside. Tony was throwing the party(of course), it was in his mansion, and it had been a really fun party until now. So he thought about that, because she was kissing him and of course kissing was nice in the abstract, but he didn't even know her name and she tasted like alcohol and Lip Smackers.
It was unpleasant, but Steve didn't know how to extract himself from it, at least not politely. He couldn't back away from her because he was up against a wall. She was crumpling his shirt and her lipstick was smearing on his cheek when he turned his head, but she giggled and licked it. Steve concentrated on the noise of the party and just sort of took it.
With blinding intensity the lights flashed on, which startled him and there was suddenly someone in the doorway. Tony whistled sharply, like summoning a dog, and said, "Okay
The Avenger's Trio: Love Within Love: Ch. 1Tony Stark was working in the lab with his newly appointed partner Bruce Banner. Tony had on a pair of black jeans and a black buttoned up cotton shirt. His hair was the same as usual, spiked up and a little off to the side. His goatee was trimmed neatly, and what was weirder was that Bruce even noticed how well dressed he was, especially for a man that wanted to research nanobot technology. Bruce, himself, was wearing a white buttoned up dress-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His hair a curly mess as always.
"Stark." Someone from the threshold of the lab said.
When Tony looked up from his hunched over form, he saw Steve Rogers standing there in a blue t-shirt and brown slacks. An irritated look on his face.
"What does Captain Sparkle want, now?" He sounded a bit annoyed, and went back to work. He wasn't in the mood for Steve's usual jealous acts. Bruce looked up and simply sighed and continued to work.
Steve rolled his eyes at him and saw Bruce look over at them from the corner of his
My Glee OCName: Andrew Everett
Nickname (If there he/she has one): Drew
Date of Birth: 04/11/1994
Nationality: American, possibly a little British.
Personality: He's just as ambitious as Glee's own Ms. Rachel Berry. But instead of vying for the Broadway stage, he's more interested in the strobe lights and fog of the typical rock star stage. He's seen as cool, collected, and extremely flirtatious when he's singing, even though he doesn't seem to see it. He has the personality of a rock star, through and through. He's stated to do anything and everything he can to make it into the bright lights of stardom.
Likes: Girls, All Genres of Music, Singing, Cooking, and Writing his Own Music
Dislikes: Finn Hudson, Bullies, and Haters
Family: His father died when he was in middle school and was the one that encouraged him to pursue his dream. His mother remarried and the stepfather practically forced Drew to quit his dream, until he ran away.
Appearance: Ruggedly handsome. Usually weari
No MoreShe sat outside,
Watching the snow slowly fall,
All she could thing about was those lies,
And how life was too dull.
Her I-Pod blared Take a Bow,
The lyrics soothed her soul.
"But you put on quite a show,
Really had me going,
Now it's time to go,
Curtains finally closing,
That was quite a show,
But it's over now,
Go on and take a bow "
Story of her life,
She couldn't lie,
The words cut like a knife.
Maybe it was destiny,
He and her were never,
But did he think,
That they could be forever?
It's over now,
But could he tell,
That he was being foul.
He didn't see,
That she couldn't breath,
In the mirror,
Was her tears.
That oblivious laugh,
Those twinkling eyes,
He was just so daft,
With those accursed lies.
She sat in the tub,
Knees to her chest,
She wanted his hug,
But she was just a mess.
She wished he could see,
All the torture he inflicted on her,
If he would just leave her be,
She could hate him all alone
Christmas Horror Story Chapter 3III
The remaining nine traveled back into the band room, choosing to leave the two bodies where they were. When they were all seated in a circle, Marleen began to talk.
"Alright Tristan and Bryce are both dead so, now it's down to, who did it?"
"Well, it had to be someone with motive, opportunity, and means " Rachael said.
"What do those mean?" Brandon asked. Josh sighed and said,
"Someone had to want them dead, be able to separate themselves from us, and they'd have to be able to do it."
"Well Tristan was the weakest, so of course he was easy to pick off, and then Bryce was on his knees with his head pretty much already in the toilet, so there was easy opportunity right there," Stacy concluded, her arms crossed, staring at the others.
"But why would any of us want to kill them?" Robert asked.
"Well, which one of us wanted them gone?" Stacy asked, looking at Robert.
"Well no one liked Bryce, but all of us were fine with Tristan, right?" Matt asked, seconds later.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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