During a mission and an explosion gone wrong, Tony Stark finds himself trapped inside a cave again. But being wounded, hungry, and lonely wasn't really the problem; it was the memories that were stirred awake by the caves striking similarity with one in Afghanistan. With the aid of Bruce, Pepper, and Steve, can he manage to recover a second time? Not if Loki has any say...

Holmes had never given much thought to his own death. The Woman certainly didn't have time to either. But as he struggled to keep his head above the icy water and watched her do the same, he realized that he was about to lose something far more important than just The Professor's game. Adler/Holmes. A colaboration with Lady Kyree.

Previously titled What I'll Risk for You. Irene knew she couldn't escape the Professor. Sherlock knew the battle between himself and his equal would hit. Both knew they had mixed emotions, the threat of death, and a common enemy. So why fight alone?

Of course Sherlock would go off like that again, sending her away to go cry alone by herself. She was getting used to it by now. But for some reason this time would sting the most. And yet of all people, John decided to follow her. One-shot following a certain Molly Hooper beginning to realize what she means to the detective. AU.

Anthony Stark was never a sentimental person, period. So it was only logical that his desk was empty. That all changed once he joined the Avengers. Not like he minded or anything. And, then again, with all the papers Pepper shoved in his face, having something to give him excuses for not doing work was welcomed. A one-shot on how joining a team changed the Iron Man.

Did Sherlock know for sure that she was dead? He wouldn't admit the true answer, or dare to hope she was alive. Finding the anwer may be the only way to put his mind at ease. Post SH2. CONTINUED!

A free style poem about Frodo; Being torn from his home and the things he knew so close, about his torturous journey through the large and menacing world, and finally into the dark abyss that is Mordor. Warning: Dark content.

Before Gandalf, peeking out of the snow was a very pale and slender hand. The rest of the person seemed to be buried deep underneath the blanket of white."Um…pardon me,"Sam offered quietly, his face clearly flushing. "S-shouldn't we help the poor fellow?"