They say that romance has become a lost art, but art only becomes lost when it becomes artwork. Nowadays, machines do all the work, that makes men lazy. Could it be romance is dead because it's too much work not to be primitive? Too bad machines can't do the work of romance... *** The first thing Virus did when she got home was thump on the air condition...
It was Simmons' turn to cook, and she soon proved the old canard about English cooking wrong. Everyone enjoyed a hearty meal during the debrief. That was an idea Coulson had come up with to increase morale. But halfway through the discussion of the Dubai mission, Coulson got up with his phone buzzing. "Sorry, gang, urgent matter. Finish the meal without me a...
Despite the distance, Jean was able to keep the team in psychic communication. They all agreed the village was their best bet. Scott, Jean, and Hank arrived to find Logan waiting for them, trying out the local brew. The village was a bustling metropolis, just in miniature. There were about twenty adobe huts and many people who slept on the ground, for no re...
In the day after their takeover of Krakoa, there was controlled chaos. The Genoshan military made a hasty attempt to retake the island, but with the Brotherhood's position fortified and Magneto's arrival, it was easily repelled. The complex had many prison cells for the hostages they'd taken, and the UN made the usual noise about negotiating a treaty. Cyclop...
Avengers Tower was presumptuously named, as only one Avenger lived there currently and his other place had been blown up by terrorists. Inside, in one of the suite of rooms lined up in a row like a millionaire's idea of a college dorm (which they were), Tony's Sure-Fire Hit Make-Out Mix stopped in the middle of a particularly good Boyz II Men ballad. "Pepp...
A/N: This story takes place during season 2 of Once Upon A Time. "Regina? Ms. Mills?" Dr. Whale. He was still talking. "Have you understood everything I've told you?" "Yes." Regina had asked for a glass of water while he explained it to her. Twenty grueling minutes. Now, she ran her finger over the rim of the glass. "Car accident. Brain damage. Amnesia....
They'll do it every time. Ain't that the way it goes. Clint wasn't quite clear on the meaning of irony—Nat had tried to explain it, but it kept seeming to mean just about everything. But he was real clear on the other thing. That feeling when you just knew how something would go and it went and was gone that way, dead-center, bullseye, not off by a fraction...
Peter Parker's apartment had schizophrenia. It wasn't his fault. Not that he'd done much to treat it, his sense of interior decorating having been stillborn. It was that his two roommates had such domineering personalities, yet divergent tastes—they clashed with each other so much, it was no wonder they were dating. Mary Jane Watson was an aspiring Broadway...
The Genoshan mess hall seemed even quieter than it was. When the Brotherhood had captured it, there'd been a feast. Human prisoners made to serve a banquet to their former captives, food whipped up and brought back to life by Good Doctor, who could revitalize a rotting cabbage as easily as a wounded arm. The taste had been exquisite. No preservatives, no art...