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One Thing to FearNatasha Romanoff jerked awake, sitting upright in bed with both hands clutching her pistol, pointing it across the empty room at an invisible enemy. Her chest heaved as she scanned the shadows, trying to remember what it was that caused her to react as she did. It didn’t take her long to remember the dreams. She’d had them constantly for the past week, ever since Loki had been returned to Asgard. Ever since her body and mind had had a chance to slow down and relax. Natasha didn’t like to relax. Relaxing was a bad thing for a spy. It made you go off guard…made you vulnerable.One Thing to Fear by ~OfTheFullMoon
Natasha swung her legs over the edge of the bed, placing the pistol back under her pillow. She rubbed her hands over her face as if the motion would wipe away the images in her mind. She couldn’t forget them, though. Couldn’t forget him. Loki. The prince of Asgard. The psychopath who had tried to take over her world…tried to destroy her and every one of the Avenger
ApologiesSam stalked from Charlotte Mearing’s office, his face set in frustration. After everything that had happened that day, the director had simply dismissed him as though he was a child. Sam’s emotions fluctuated between anger and disappointment, mixed with a bit of desperation to be an important part of the Autobots’ lives again. He barely noticed when Carly took his hand, blindly following her lead as she directed him out of the office area of NEST.Apologies by ~OfTheFullMoon
“Come on, baby. Let’s go.” she whispered, her face filled with concern as Sam barely responded.
“Yeah, that director lady don’t care a thing about us.” Wheelie grumbled as he and Brains followed the two humans out.
Sam vaguely registered the fact that Lennox was standing just inside the doorway of the main area of the base, watching the Autobots from across the room. The majority of the Autobots were gathered in a loose cluster around Optimus and Sentinel, listening as the two Prime
#4: Box#4: Box – It amused Bumblebee to no end to watch his charge scurry around preparing for the thing he called “Christmas,” but he never expected the brightly wrapped package that the boy shyly handed him on Christmas morning.#4: Box by ~OfTheFullMoon
Out of all the holidays that humans celebrated, Christmas seemed to be the one that got them the most excited. In Bumblebee’s opinion, celebrating the idea that a plump human in a red suit came sneaking into one’s house to leave mysterious wrapped packages was just strange - not to mention a bit creepy. But then, he had to admit that he didn’t know everything about human culture yet. He
Almost LostLooking at the remains of Chicago didn’t get any easier, no matter how many times you forced yourself to stare the ruin and realize that it wasn’t a dream. Sam Witwicky knew this very well. After all, he’d watched the destruction happen. In fact, he’d been right in the middle of it. One would think that having buildings crumbling around you and explosions turning the air into a smoky haze would make anything else in life look like a relaxing weekend afternoon. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. Witnessing the horror wasn’t nearly as bad as reliving the memories.Almost Lost by ~OfTheFullMoon
Sam trudged down one of Chicago’s many streets, hands in his pockets, gaze fixed vacantly ahead. He didn’t know exactly what part of the city he was in and didn’t much care. All of the streets looked alike at this point – strewn with rubble and surrounded by half-decimated buildings. It really didn’t matter where he was.
He knew that it was probably n
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