The unfortunate affair with the alien invasion had been the beginning of a steep learning curve for the Avengers.
And for one of them in particular . . .
"Alright . . ." Captain America sighed, rubbing his forehead. "What next?"
Stark and Banner had taken it upon themselves to educate the Spandex Wonder as Tony insisted on calling him as to what happened in the world during his time encased in ice. The two science geniuses both had a flare for lecturing as it turned out and Steve was learning impressively fast. He had sat there for hours diligently taking notes as they had informed him about all the weird and wonderful things
I was seriously contemplating killing my flatmate.
When I woke up this morning, I found Sherlock curled up asleep on the couch: red flag one. He tends to be an annoyingly early riser. I shook him awake, hoping that he wouldn't go into attack mode once he'd been startled into consciousness (It's happened. He'd raked my arm with his nails before he realized what was going on.). His eyes didn't snap open as they had in the past, but fluttered, as if he was battling for the energy.
"Wha-?" he croaked, then winced.
"Sherlock," I said gently, "It's nearly ten."
He groaned and flipped onto his stomach, burying his face in the cushion.
"Are you
Chapter 3- Rekindle
Fionna's blue eyes locked onto Flame Prince's fiery red ones and her body shook. She began to smell smoke as Flame Prince's fist began to burn her blue shirt turning the collar charred black. Her head swarmed with excuses but she couldn't find one. Fionna had no reason as to why FP shouldn't hurt her. According to what Cake had told her, she had convinced him to like her only to be rejected and now found himself waking up in her house. He had all the right to be furious. Desperate, she said the only thing she could.
"I'm a girl." She answered pathetically. FP growled at the response and felt his fiery hair getting bright