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WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE AND MILD SEXUAL THEMES. NOT FOR KIDDIES. GO BACK TO PLAYING LEGEND OF LINK LINK TO THE OCARINA IF YOU CATCH MY COLD K YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. Enjoy :) ----- Shizuo. Oh, how you hated him. You sighed, a growl fringing the ends of the sound as you stepped aside to avoid yet another vending machine. It seemed that the two of them were at it again; Izaya Orihara, the self-proclaimed 'King of Ikebukuro' and world-class troll, and Shizuo Heiwajima, the real-life equivalent of the Hulk. You despised the latter, although you never really had a problem with the former. You were just as unpredictable as Shizuo, so you were able to

Steve Rogers had been staring at you since you walked into the room. He’d taken to staring at you a lot, lately. Unfortunately, it didn’t go as unnoticed as he would have liked. Tony Stark strode in, unheard by Captain America due to the trance he seemed to be in. It took Tony less than half a minute to figure out what was going on. He sidled up to his sometimes friend taking just another moment before finally speaking. “I wouldn’t waste your time, capsicle.” “What?” Steve, who had gone this whole time without noticing Tony, startled before the words sunk in. “Oh? And why not, Stark?”

    Steve was acting suspicous and every single person in the meeting with him had caught on to it despite his attempts to hide his actions. Tony had even given up all pretenses of actually listening to Nick Fury and taken to trying to steal glimpses of what Steve was doing that caused him to look utterly nervous. Sweat poured down Steve's face and his leg bounced restlessly when his phone actually went off causing everybody in the room to jump. "Sorry." Steve apologized as he hastily unlocked his phone so he could put it back on silent mode. "What is so interesting on that thing?" Tony questioned as he angled his head to try and get a bette

"Hey there, hotshot." You grunted, annoyed. "Not now, Clint." "Yeah, leave the girl alone, Katniss. Can't you see she is not interested?" Tony chimed in and you were about to thank him when he continued. "Why would she when I'm right here? Right, sweetheart?" "God danmit! Not you, too!" You sighed in frustration. "See, Stark? Y/N has good taste. She wouldn't go for you." "You think that. But we clearly have chemistry." Clint huffed in indignation. "Please, you have the chemistry of a stack of poop. Besides, she's into me. Am I wrong, hotshot?" "Terribly." You replied, amused at their discussion as you prepared your breakfast. Tony sno