《Harriet Potter and the avengers》Chapter 15
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At the shield base during an ungodly hour of the morning Clint finally arrives back. His new mission had taken a lot longer than originally planned. He sighs as he heads to his room, just wanting a nice hot shower. He slowly opens the door as he finally got there. Disregarding his shower as he just gets straight into bed and falls asleep instantly.
A few hours later he woke up to a light tapping on the door. Slowly getting back he rubbed his eyes. Opening the door, he looked up at Natasha, smiling sleepily at her as he lets her in, locking the door behind her. He collapsed back into the bed, grumbling. " Nat, its too early in the morning.." she laughed softly at him, stroking his hair slightly as she sat next to him. " aww sleepyhead, I was just coming to check on you. I can leave if you want?" she said as she stopped stroking his hair, teasingly getting up.
He sleepily grabbed her arm and pulled her back down, clearly still partially out of it. She sat back down and rubbed his head and stroking his hair. She smiled down at him. "Nat, do you think we will ever find our other soulmates?" he asked rubbing his wrist covered in words and Natasha's name. "I don't know Clint, but fate always works out Love." She said trying to reassure him. "Sleep Love, I've got you." He slowly fell back to sleep as she stroked his hair. She looked down at the part of her wrist she can see.
Later on she left him, leaving a note behind explaining she was leaving for a mission but would face time him later. She left quietly, locking the door behind her as she heads to Fury's office. She wonders what job she would get this time. Arriving quickly she just walked in, not bothering to knock.
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She sees him talking to Phil but immediately stop whatever they were saying as they see her. "so you have a job for me Fury." she said, more a statement than a question. He nodded at her, glad she didn't beat around the bush. She rubbed her wrist slightly, sad to have left Clint behind in his room. "Yes, in fact I want you to work for Tony Stark as a part time assistant for a while. Gauge how well he would do in the Avengers Initiative. It should only take a few days." He looked at her seriously with his one available eye.
"Alright, will do." She says immediately heading out after getting all the information. Heading to her room to get ready and send out an application, with a good word she was accepted for an interview later that day. She packed a small bag for the prepared apartment close to the tower. She checks her phone before heading out to the arranged car to drive her to her apartment.
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Epoch
Law was reincarnated into the world of Desolate Era as the twin brother of Ji Ning. Follow him on his misadventure on the three realms. "An Illusion Master? hmmph, bow down to the greatness of I, your father rinne-sharinggan." "A Primaltwin? Accelerated Learning? Boy, take a look at my Tajuu Kagebunshin no Jutsu." "A Secret Technique? I your father can use Super Saiyan Forms." "Ooh a Grand Dao, let me imitate it using my Rinne-sharinggan." "All Seeing Eye? Lets compare it with this emperor Tenseigan." "Hundreds Wives, Thousand Concubines and Millions of Girlfriends? Sensei Oshiete Kudasai!!!" - Updated Once or Twice A Week - - A Fanfiction of Desolate Era, Reading the Original Source is not Necessary to Enjoy this Fiction -
8 81The Not Supposedly King
An orphan who is having a good life after of all his hard work.All gone in an instant.You took the body of a fool king.Your kingdom is worthless and dying.What will you do?---------------------------------------------------------------------follow our not so lucky mc on what he will do.This story is more comedy and funny misfortunes. The mc is good/nice type, if you`re looking for op,violent or mc that became unreasonable! This is not the fiction you`re looking for. There is nothing special here just another work from a noob author. Sorry if this story disappointed you.Warning: Don`t mind the grammars.Additional tags[18+]: Foul language,gore and 18+ stuff..
8 85Ex-Angel
Markus Caldwell is an angel who got banished from Heaven after a revolt against God. He is now forced to exist in the realm of humans. With humans and other "Fallen Ones" chasing after him constantly. How will he survive in this realm and, how will it change his future along with the very flow of existence itself? Credits: KOSIA (Cover Art)
8 193They came by the dozen (Dropped)
Hey yo. This is gonna be more of a diary entries than a story but hey. This will contain some game aspects, reincarnation and blah blah blah.1st arc: Well isn't this just dandy.This story follows a random guy who just happens to win a poker match against a whole pantheon of gods in an ametuer poker tournament. He won the tournament then went home, afterwards dying by slipping on a banana peel to an open manhole then being eaten by a sewer croc of legends. Ok fine he died by hitting his head too hard on the concrete floor.The random guy just so happens to die on the same day as eleven other random people caused by slipping of a banana peel. Oh yeah they also have beaten the mentioned pantheon of gods one way or another, well an example would be rock paper scissors, an mmo, drinking games and more. In simple terms they're shit at games.What could possibly go wrong.
8 99Bound To The Tyrant Prince
A fearless modern girl decided to ignore the real history and go with her own flow.Becoming a proper young lady who is abandoned by her own family was indeed hard. However, the worst has yet to come. Until one day, she was summon to go back to her family manor. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ•••His presence alone exudes dignified air of a noble. Wearing a masks caused people's fear.Her fearless actions impressed him, at the same time he draw a line between them.𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙧𝙖?
8 166Words (Muke)
COMPLETED.He's not strong, or brave, or even smart. He believes himself ugly, useless and his parents enforce it every day. He has nothing and no one. Well, Michael has nothing but words. Words and a certain Luke Hemmings.
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