Steve's finally feeling like he's found his footing, and Tony's starting to feel like he's losing his. [Sequel to 'If I Just Lay Here (Would You Lie With Me?)'] Slash.

Sometimes, things just don't work. No matter how badly you want them to.

Steve's a part of the future, now; but first he has to let go of the past. (Slash.) (COMPLETE.)

Five times Bruce tried to make Darcy understand about the Hulk, and the one time she made him understand.

"We're your friends. We drink. We know how to pout. We'll come with you." Natasha states these facts like they're the most natural conclusion in the world and Darcy is speechless. She watches as the guys look at one another, shrug and nod. (Pre-relationship.)

Her last boyfriend refused to be seen with her when she bought tampons.

Frankly, Bruce didn't want to. At all. He'd rather scratch his own eyes out than be on the receiving end of any more Hulk experiments, having been strapped to enough lab tables in his life. But this was Tony. And Tony had been kinder to him than... anyone, ever. (Fluffy.)

He should let him sleep, really, he knows this. He should go back to sleep, or carefully get up, maybe make a cup of coffee, or a million other things that would allow Steve to stay in the position he's in, peaceful and dreaming. (Slash)

Just a random collection of Stony mini-fics. Will range in word count from 500-1000, probably. Don't come here looking for a serious plot.

Sam is getting really tired of Dean's sleeping habits. Fluff. Wincest, if you tilt your head and squint.