Paul, as usual on Tuesday was picking up his daughter from dance class on his way home from work. He generally got there early as he got off work a bit before her class ended. No one else was in the waiting area when he got there, but this class had mostly older students who had their own cars, and he was pretty early anyway. At first, he sat to wait, liste...
A/N: When I created Comic Control I hoped it to be like stories like sidekicks r us or cartoon overlord with a variety of different stories. It's been almost a year and that hasn't happened so I assume the structuring is wrong. Time to change that. You can be anyone within a comic book world, a superpowered villain, a criminal mastermind or even just an aver...
Peggy was trying to decide between her pink poodle skirt and the black and white checkered, when her mother called from the bottom of the stairs. "Peg," she shouted, "You have a phone call." "Coming, Mom." She tossed the skirts on her bed. "Checkers," she thought as she scampered down the steps. "Slow down," her father muttered from behind the sports sect...
Disclaimer: I do not own Captain America 2 or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Sharon Carter had never been good at sharing her space. Or sharing anything really. But she had particularly bad memories of having roommates in college. Part of that was that she would always find some part of them attrac...
Disclaimer: I do not own Captain America 2 or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Sharon Carter's dirty little secret was she loved to cook. Well, that and the whole gay thing, but she hadn't been hiding that so much as implying her own don't ask don't tell policy, as in if nobody asked she wouldn't te...
*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Mary Farmer sat out under the oak tree and ate her peanut butter and apple jelly sandwich. In the August heat, she would have preferred to eat inside, in the school cafeteria, but had learned on her first day at DeGarde High School that there was nowhere f...
Sharon Carter tried not to react when she found The Black Widow Natasha Romanoff casually stretched out on her bed, but despite all her training she couldn't stop jumping a little. After all, she had got home almost an hour ago, had dinner and watched TV without hearing a peep or noticing anything out of place, meaning that the deadly assassin had broken int...
I wait for my girl around the corner from her house. It's better that way. No tiresome questions. No polite cups of tea on the front parlour sofa with, "So what do you do for a living, Eric?" No complications. Just my sexy girl and my sapphire Chevrolet Bel Air with the wide bench seats so nice for laying on... and me. I see her. The afternoon light catche...
Around 4 a.m., with my arms around Becky's warmth, my face nestled in her hair, I sank into a deep, Mariana Trench sleep. A sleep so ocean deep, nothing, short of a bomb planted by Jacques Cousteau under the bed, would wake me up. When I finally cracked opened my eyes, the clock next to the bed said it was 5 a.m.. After blinking out the blurriness, I reali...
David Miller glanced up from the pages he was feeding into the photocopier, taking note of the time on the clock on the wall. The nineteen year old had been working in Mail and Reproduction for nearly eighteen months now, just long enough for his job responsibilities to have become routine. Actually tedious might have been a better word, as even putting toge...