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-No one's POV-         “What!? Where are you!? You need backup!”         “I'm fine. I have this.” Natasha turns her earpiece off so she doesn't hear Clint's cries of protest as she runs after the little girl. “Wait! Please!” She can see the child ahead of her, the (h/c) hair flowing behind her as the child easily maneuvers the forest as well as any animal. “Kiddo, wait up! I don't want to hurt you!” As she speaks, she trips over a hidden root, tumbling to the ground. The woman hisses in pain as she sees her pant leg torn and a fairly nasty gash up one side of it from the underbrush. She press

-No one's POV-         The birds chirp like they do any other morning; the wildlife awakening to the sounds of their feathered friends in the treetops. Some creatures stretch and yawn, getting ready for the day, while others settle down and prepare to sleep while the sun soars in the sky. This little pocket of nature has been untouched by humans, though not unexplored, and as such is very much wild and free and overgrown. Shades of green blend in with each other, disrupted only by the brown hues of the trees and a few pinpricks of colour as the flowers open their petals in anticipation of the sunlight. A young deer is nudged awake by its' m

Tony StarkxReader: Trust Me ~(F/n)'s POV~         Oh lucky me. I've just been informed (by the lovely program JARVIS) that my dear boss is working on something again. Which means he'll probably blow something up. Again.         Hi. My name's (F/n) and welcome to my personal hell.         You see, my boss and his previous assistant – a fiery ginger by the name of Pepper Potts – had a falling-out of sorts, and she quit, leaving the hopeless man-child on his own. That's where I come in. I was one of many that answered the ad for a new assistant. After all, what could possibly go wrong? I was broke and there was an offering to wo

Fly Away With Me Part 5(FINAL): Only Brighter Days Are Ahead Now         (F/n) feels a hand on her shoulder roughly shaking her awake. She wearily opens her eyes, blinking and then squinting to see in the darkness of the basement of the castle. She can't make anything out until the person who shook her backs up a little, revealing purple eyes and bright blonde hair. Raivis smiles at her, eyes gleaming with happiness and an undertone of something sad.         “Come on! Let's go! We did it. We won.” The news sends her heart racing, euphoria and adrenaline pumping through her veins. It's over now. The darkness has passed.        

Fly Away With Me Part 3: Letters, Prayers, and Flowers         “My lord!” The young king glances over at his advisor before rolling his eyes and sitting up properly.         “Yes?”         “Two things. One, your youngest cousin has been spotted sneaking out of the castle to head to the lower district.” The king waves the comment off, sighing.         “He goes down there for the bookstore, don't mind him. If his brothers don't think it a concern, then neither will I. Whats the second thing?” The advisor holds out his hand that contain a few letters in them.         “You sisters have w

Fly Away With Me Part 2: Concerns and Accidents         The usually gentle-faced young king frowns as he pokes at his food, brows furrowed in concentration. His three cousins sit at the table with him, one of the few people in the kingdom who know of his mother's and his adoptive father's death. They are children of the late queen's sister; although none of them look alike. They all seemed to pick up on their mother's quiet mannerisms though.         The king's silence does not go unnoticed at the dinner table. The oldest of the three, a young man with green eyes and shoulder-length brown hair, speaks up. “Is something wrong? You loo

Fly Away With Me Part 1: Introductions and Shadows         He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, noting the way she walks and takes great care in her work. His mind wanders, as it usually does, to what would happen if he actually SPOKE to her. Would she just stare at him? Would they become friends? Maybe-         “Raivis!” The boy jumps, turning his attention back to the task before him, cowering under his superior's sharp glare. He polishes the shield some more, rubbing extra hard on a particularly stubborn spot. Such is the duty of a squire; to follow and assist a knight with mundane tasks such as cleaning a shield.