"I'm gonna start a Spider-Man religion." Harley scoffed. "Peter, we all know if you were gonna start a religion, it'd be Iron-Man-themed." "I'd deny that, but it'd be a really obvious lie." - Tony has too many kids. - FOLLOW-UP TO "blackmail the hostage"

For Morgan, Peter and Harley, Father's Day really sucked. But Mother's Day was their favorite day of the year, so they accidentally made it a thing.

"You lied to and then body-slammed a cripple." "Don't exaggerate, you could kick my ass ten ways to Sunday if you wanted to. Besides, in a way, isn't Tony always in trouble? Wasn't a lie." "I'm gonna kick your ass eleven ways to Sunday right now if you don't stop the car." - Rhodey's been kidnapped. No, really. - FOLLOW-UP TO "you can have some cake"

"How long do you think it would take me to learn how to drive?" "Remind me again, why does your dad still allow you to have unsupervised access to motorized vehicles?" "Mommy says he doesn't know how to set boundaries." - Roadtrip! - FOLLOW-UP TO "twists and turns"

On a battlefield, someone started a whisper that echoed all the way around the world, all the way into outer space - Iron Man is dead. - Tony Stark stored memories in snapshots, but they were all out of order.

"You know, there's this book series called Maze Runner-" "No." "Thought it was an unrealistic premise too, our current situation is tickling me. But the maze isn't really trying to kill us; can't say the same for the guys roaming about. We're not doing Maze Runner, right? Movies sucked." - Peter won't shut up and it's Bucky's problem, apparently. - FOLLOW-UP TO "if I don't worry"

Steve wasn't about to let Tony snap his fingers without an argument or several. It was a thing they did. Afterwards, Bucky was forced to think of all the other things Steve did, as was probably appropriate during a funeral. Tony Stark was there, too, for some reason.

Pepper hated Steve Rogers very early into their acquaintance. Sometimes, it felt easier to stay that way.

Rhodey had watched Tony take a swan dive hundreds of times, but he had never let him fall.

"I regret ever teaching you anything about car repair." "You didn't teach me anything about car repair, daddy. Google taught me how to shut down an engine." "Shit, I think Google is one of the few things I can't buy." - Morgan Stark is a problem solver, and her only collateral damage is Uncle Steve's sanity. - FOLLOW-UP TO "the suit isn't here"

"So, next time-" "Next time? I'm sorry, are we making plans? Next time? Can I get a five-month forecast on your Taken reboots?" "Next time, I wanna be kidnapped for being Spider-Man, not that-kid-hanging-with-Tony-Stark." - The kidnappers weren't very good at kidnapping, was the thing. - FOLLOW-UP TO "nothing helpful about groceries"

Six lessons Peter learned the wrong way around, probably.

Stephen had known Tony Stark for a scarce few hours. He wouldn't recall it as a pleasant experience either. This could hardly be called grief.

"If I let go of Captain America, does that leave much behind?" "I dunno anything about Captain America, Uncle Steve." That gave Steve a lot of pause. "I'll- take that as a yes." - It was Tony's fault, anyway, for somehow thinking babysitter was anywhere on the list of Steve's marketable skills. - FOLLOW-UP TO "eighty per cent"

Tony and Natasha were the only decent dancers on the team, anyway.

"You ever need help, and I'm not there-" "Why wouldn't you be there?" "You call Uncle Steve." - Morgan tried to sort out step one. What the hell was step two?

The most important part of his skillset, Hawkeye had taught himself.

"You're just going to leave me alone here – like – like – here's some years back, fix it!" Shepard had always made the fool's choice. Finally, karma took pity on her. Or not.

Little mage girls can't see the ocean from the circle tower's windows.

Felicity suffered from selective obliviousness. Oliver had a short and sharply driven attention span. This wasn't going to end well.

Oliver imagined she would always be there, and things would always sort of stay the same. Even if he wasn't quite sure how long that would be, and even if it was glaringly impractical. But then, impractical was surely a given when Felicity was involved. Still, she'd proven him wrong plenty. It shouldn't have come as such a shock when she did it again. And then a few more times.

He could hear, all these stretches of silence, imperceptible really, longer, shorter, lying, emotional, truthful and fake. All the things that made up people, all the things that hurt him because they were getting easier to recognize in others and harder to find in himself.

He was a fussy sleeper, but she seemed to be able to fix what the fuss was about easily enough. He only really started to notice what was going on - and how much he was enjoying it - when it wasn't just about sleep anymore, and she was fixing more than just his nightmares.

She didn't have one. Voldemort had a plan, her parents had a plan, Lord knew James had a plan, even Petunia did, but she'd always just made up her own path as she went along. She never did realize that everyone knew about it except her. Then James wanted face-to-face time with the Dark Lord, and he was dragging her along, but it was summer, only she never had a choice. And he knew.

Couldn't a guy (and the rest of his team) stay in the office on Christmas Eve without getting the third degree? But there was a story there, and despite Tony's opinionated protests, like a good member of Team Gibbs, Bishop wanted to know what it was. She thought she'd earned the right to be in the loop - and that was how the evening turned into the Meeting of the Unwilling Sharing.

Once upon a time, there was a knight and his princess. And it was like a fairytale. One that was still looking for its happy ending.

There are four main paths, in his opinion. To each of them, Harry attributes a side of himself and his life - with or without Ginny.

Music can let you know many things. It can empower you, make you hate. And if it chooses to, it can describe those moments where the words just fit. You only have to think up the right type. But the right one has the tendency to tell you secrets you didn't know you had. Every moment has a song, and sometimes... you want to find it.

No one said words had to be read. If they did, these wouldn't exist. They have no address: no city, not even a country. It's only ink on paper, and that's all it'll ever be, but it's not fair to toss them based on whether they have a point or not. They don't – it's all very pointless. But that's okay. It doesn't really matter either. These are letters; from everyone, to no one.

"Power is the great aphrodisiac." - Henry A. Kissinger

When a crime scene brings more than the MCRT bargained for, Tony's life gets whacked around just that tiny bit more. Little girls can make quite an impression on you, even without the magic sticks.

Ziva David wasn't moving on. She was going back, even if further into the past than they would've liked. Tag to 'Past, Present and Future'