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        Who, of course, thought it necessary to snap a few pictures on his cell phone before loudly yawning and stretching, then bumping the couch. “Whew! I slept great! When’s the wed- I mean breakfast?”        Emily hummed softly as Sam stirred beneath her. The younger brother groaned, blinking slowly and glaring venomously at his obnoxious brother with a finger to his lips. With an impatient gesture, he signaled the blonde man to hand him the couch pillows. He slipped out from underneath the sleeping woman with care, tucking the pillows underneath her head and between her knees. He straightened, preparing to stretch, th

        Marilyn sat in the quinjet, resisting the powerful urge to pace. The team had gone in almost blind to the tanker where their target resided, and Steve had forced her to stay behind with Dr. Banner. Now, he was her only silent company as they listened to the sounds of combat through the comlinks.          “… I’m sure they’ll be alright. They always are.”        Marilyn looked up to see the doctor looking sympathetically at her. “… This isn’t always.”        “Yeah, but, that’s usually the mantra I tell myself on these missions.”        She smiled softly. R

        AN: Sorry it's been so long! I finally finished high school, so now I'm scott-free!! A few of these upcoming chapters are going to be a lot of transcript from the movie, so I'm sorry if it's a bit boring. I'm writing the story from Marilyn's perspective, so of course some bits are going to be practically identical. Hold out! There's more good stuff coming. Thank you for your patience, and enjoy!        The Avengers and their friends stood in the lab, surveying the wreckage and remains of Ultron’s attack.          “All our work is gone. Ultron cleared out. He used the Internet as an escape hatch.”        Bruce

        A few minutes, a fight, and an exorcism later, everyone gathered in the main office area, then spread out to look for supplies and weapons. Dean sat on a desk looking at a blueprint while Roxanne bandaged his shoulder. He winced.        “Hold still,” she said softly. She smiled a bit. “Sam barely struggled when I stitched him up.”        Dean gave her a look. “Sam was unconscious.”        She shrugged. “Eh.”        Once she was done, Dean stood. “Thanks.” He addressed an officer. “Where’s my car?”        “Impound lot out back.”      

        Heart pounding, Roxanne drew her gun from her waistband. She was crouched behind Dean as he carefully picked the lock that stood between them and retrieving their property. As far as Roxanne could tell, a woman, Bella, had stolen a weapon from the brothers – a powerful one at that. They called it the Colt. Apparently it was strong enough to obliterate most any demon or monster.          Click. Dean glanced back at her, then to Sam, and nodded. The two responded in kind. He silently turned the nob, then quickly moved into the interior of the room, gun at the ready.        It was empty.        Sighing with frustration, both b

        Hours later, most of the guests had left. Only the Avengers, Maria Hill, and a man named Rhodey were left, most of which didn’t know of Marilyn’s presence. They had all gathered on the center couches, laughing and chatting softly.        At Steve’s prompting, Marilyn let him lead her in front of the group. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet someone. This is Marilyn Johnston. Some of you have met her, but I want you to make her feel welcome.”        “Cap bringing a girl around? That’s gotta be a first.” Clint teased.        Natasha rolled her eyes at him, then smiled invitingly and

        Fighting a powerful draft, Marilyn hovered close to the massive curved window at the very top of the tower, and managed to land on the sill. She folded her wings against her back and clamped her arms at her sides, keeping her skirt from whipping up over her head.  From the looks of it, Stark was in the middle of throwing a very lavish party. Luckily, Marilyn had caught wind of it on the ground, and was able to dress accordingly. It wasn’t much, but what little she had was enough to merit a shower and a modest cocktail dress in a lovely dark green. She stood for a moment, unnoticed, then grinned as she spotted her target.      

        Quick and quiet, Marilyn zipped through the misty morning fog that blanketed New York City. The damp cold weighted her clothes and permeated her bones, making her feel brisk and alive, something for which she was always grateful. With a hesitant sort of nostalgia, she gazed over the bustling city, already wide awake and taking on the world in the wee hours of the morning. It had been a long time since she had looked upon this little empire. 70 + years, to be exact. And she’d never had such a lovely view before.        It had been over a year since the fall of SHIELD. Over a year since she had awoken, miraculously alive, in a W

         Yawning Roxanne rolled onto her stomach in the bumpy motel bed. She blinked slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. Something had woken her – a burning, itching sensation on the inside of her left forearm.        It had been two months since the Winchester boys turned up on her doorstep – two months since she had left her entire life behind and hit the road with them. They didn’t like the idea of just leaving her possessed and alone, and they couldn’t do anything to free her from her ‘hitchhiker’. So they brought her along. Already she had seen things… things she wanted to believe

 Alone in the atrium with Kagari and the shadows, Kogami straightened his jacket and adjusted the sleeves. “You ready for this?” “I was born ready for this shit.”  He yanked at the collar of his red jacket with an indignant frown.  “Putting bad men down is a calling.  I live for it.  How do you want to do this?” “Raid style.  High shock value.” “Oh, yeah?” “Inspector Tsunemori is right.  Not all of the people behind that door are latent criminals.  If we go in loud enough and hard enough, the good citizens will back down.” “And anyone who wants to get in t

 Without further incident, the MWPSB squad led the group of shell-shocked children to the dayroom.  A heavy concrete girder had fallen across the main doorway, cracking the glass and preventing it from opening.  Kogami busted the bottom section of the door with a kick and let the children crawl inside to the safety of reinforced glass walls.  There was little structural damage evident inside, and Akane quickly went to work setting up an impromptu medical area.  Checking the children for injuries, the Inspector dismissed the uninjured and prioritized cuts and bleeds above any bruises or swellings.  Once the children were triaged, she quickly

 It was Career Day at the Daigo Children’s Mental Care facility and the Minstry of Welfare’s Public Safety Bureau was on full display, much to the delight of 12 fortunate youngsters.  A forty-minute show and tell brought the world of the MWPSB to life through interior holography of the Criminal Investigation Department. Sharing center stage with Inspector Tsunemori and her Enforcers, detailed holograms of the Dominators, paddy wagon, security drones, and the wildly popular antics of a single pillbot stole the show.  But it was Director Ito’s announcement of the main event—an official MWPSB manhunt—that brought

 Kogami sighed, lying in bed on his stomach.  He was caught in that peaceful sanctum between sleep and first waking, where the sleeper is cradled on a perfect cloud of warmth and comfort. Akane ran her fingers through his hair, tickling his ear as she curled her body up close behind him.  Cradling her cheek against his neck, she reached over his shoulder and ran her fingers across his chest until the goosebumps raced for position across his bare skin.  He smiled, taking her hand in his, and then the door sensor chimed, alerting the presence of someone at the door.  Reality returned, in stark color, and she was gone. Growling into his pillow

"Director Fury, you are needed in your office immediately." Agent Hill's voice sounded oddly strained over the intercom system, and Fury was instantly set on edge. He swept from the bridge and headed quickly down the hallways to his office, grumbling under his breath. "Hill," he announced as he rounded the last corner. "If the new agents have locked themselves in the armory again, I am leaving their dumb asses there until September." Hill cleared her throat, glaring slightly at him. Fury stopped cold in the hallway, utterly stunned at her audacity. As he stared at her, his shock was rapidly degenerating into anger when she flicked her eyes me

Space Dad (rough draft) A Voltron: Legendary Defender fanfic by Raberba girl Summary: Their own fathers are hopelessly far away. Luckily, they've got a good stand-in. o.o.o "You can try it if you don't believe me!" Hunk assumed a strong stance - hands on hips, feet spread, shoulders back, head up. He grinned as Lance practically cackled with glee. The rest of Team Voltron was scattered around the lounge, talking together or working on their various projects. "Hah! You're asking for it, dude!" Lance dove in, fingers wiggling. Nothing happened. Lance frowned and tickled harder, moving up Hunk's sides and under his armpits and across his