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Leo pulled open the door and waited. It wasn’t until Donnie moved past that he entered the room. He shut the door quietly and then walked to the centre of the room and stood still. He heard Donnie move past him and rummage around the desk. The olive colored turtle retuned and placed the collar around Leo’s neck. It wasn’t till it clasped shut that Leo sighed in relief. He heard the clink as his Master attached the least and tugged on it. ‘Come,” He ordered and Leo did. He followed him to the desk and then waited. It had been a long, stressful night. There had been several fights with both the Foot and Purple D

That had been a terrible idea and Peter couldn’t believe he made such a monumental mistake. He had spent so long trying to avoid detection, and managing fairly well at it too, and then he had blown it all up big time. ‘At least there weren’t any literal explosions to go with the figurative one,’ he thought with a frown. ‘Knowing my luck that could have happened easily.’ He glanced at the doors to the Avenger’s tower and chewed on his lip. After a moment of worrying he took a couple steps in and then looked up at the ceiling. “Good evening JARVIS.” “Good evening Mr. Parker,”

Peter stared up at the tall building nervously. ‘You’ll be fine,’ he told himself and opened the door before he could chicken out. He approached the receptionist at the welcome desk and offered her a shy smile which she returned, albeit a little more cheerfully. “Welcome to Stark Industries, how may I help you?” “I’m Peter Parker, I’m, uh, here for an interview,” Peter replied while trying to hide his nervousness. He failed miserably since the receptionist smiled kindly and patted his arm before nodding. Peter wasn’t sure why woman seemed to want to comfort him; Gwen had said th

When Peter regained consciousness it was with a ginormous headache. He opened his eyes and, upon receiving bright light into them, shut them with a pained hiss. “He’s awake,” someone said in a calm quiet voice. “Already?” someone else replied surprised. “JARVIS dim lights to 30 percent.” Hmm, that last voice sounded familiar but Peter was having a hard time placing it with the jackhammer pounding in his skull. Was this what a hangover felt like? He decided that he was never going to get drunk, ever. “Yes sir,” a robotically British voice said. The young man sighed in relief when the l

“Here, have another beer.” “Thanks Weevil,” Rex said with a grin. He was finally drunk, just as Weevil had planned and the blue haired duelist smirked. ‘This is almost too easy,’ he thought with amusement. The dinosaur lover was pretty stupid so Weevil had figured with a little alcohol the idiot would pass out and he could steal his locator cards. He had to admit that the other duelist could hold his alcohol though. It had taken eight beers to get him to this point; Weevil would have been passed out by now if he hadn’t been pretending to drink. “I didn’t realise you were such a cool g

Peter was trying very hard not to panic; running had seemed like a fantastic idea at the time but he wasn’t so sure it was now; after all he was dealing with THE Tony Stark. ‘What do I know about him?’ Peter asked himself. The answer was not much. There was lots of information in the media but, due to his experience with the Daily Bugle, he was taking it with a grain of salt. The only knowledge he could rely on was what he had gleaned from their meeting. Mr. Stark had taken control easily and hadn’t given Peter a chance to say no, or he just wasn’t used to people saying no. He was clever, if not manipulative.

Atem abruptly sat up in his bed. The room was still, nothing moved and he saw only the dark, but he knew someone was in there with him. Immediately he rolled from his bed while shouting for his guards. He saw them burst through the door, and then something stuck him and he saw only black. He woke to familiar fingers stroking through his hair and hummed appreciatively; he heard a chuckle in response. The ache in his head was fading away so he cracked open one purple eye to meet amused gray ones. “Did you have to hit me so hard?” he asked even as his body relaxed under the thief’s talented hands. “I had to make it loo

“Peter!” Peter Parker stopped in his tracks with a sigh. He recognised that voice; strong and mellow at the same time, it could only belong to Steve Rodgers. Turning around he spotted the blond soldier heading his way. “Mr. Rodgers,” he greeted the captain politely. “Call me Steve,” the man responded with a smile. “You’re a hard man to find Peter.” Peter shifted his weight and tried not to look guilty. It wasn’t that he had been avoiding the man… just he had a long list of stuff to do and befriending Captain America wasn’t on it. “Is there something I can do fo