GreeklyUniverse

“There you are,” it sounded behind you. “We’ve been looking all over for you," Liz said worriedly.    “We?” you frowned. “Or just you?”    Liz sighed. “Tracy didn’t mean to tell Flash you’re in love with Peter. She would never do that on purpose.”    “Sure she wouldn’t…”    “Don’t be like that, [Name],” Liz said, following you as you made your way back inside her house. "You know what Tracy is like. It’s not her fault Peter doesn’t like you back.”    “Wow,” you said, a frown covering your br

SPOILER ALERT FOR SPIDER-MAN HOMECOMING! Several hours later at Liz’ house during the party You sighed, taking a sip from your drink. Liz and Tracy had left you behind in the kitchen when the first guests had started to arrive. That was nearly an hour ago. So now you were here alone, surrounded by most of the people from your school. More than half of them probably didn’t even know who you were, other than the fact you hung out with Liz and Tracy. You let your eyes pass through the room, hoping to find someone you knew to talk to or just simply a kind face.    As you let your gaze pass everyone, you saw Peter and Ned approach th

You knew it was stupid, but it was unavoidable. It was a long walk to your favorite art store and naturally you lost track of time. In fact you stayed until they closed at nine. Then there was the three-hour walk home. So here you were walking the streets of Queens at eleven o’clock at night. Of course it had to be foggy and slightly rainy just to add to the ominous feeling. The puddles gushed under your converse as you pulled your hoodie closer to your body. You weren’t the only one with a hoodie and a man behind you emerged from the shadows wearing a black one with his hood up. At first you told yourself not to panic because t

“I think people forget that the Avengers saved the world countless times. New York city could’ve ended with the slavery of mankind. Friendly reminder that as the government blames the Avengers for all the destruction, they were the ones that were going to nuke the city. The fall of Shield was in no way the Avengers fault, Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff with the help of Sam Wilson and Nick Fury prevented Hydra from taking over the world. Sokovia was indeed a product of Tony Stark. Tony only created Ultron for our defense. He never expected it to have a murderous kick. In the end the Avengers prevented the destruction of the worl

"Matthew, you need to stop. This is a bad habit. You're going to end up hurting your body if you continue it." You frowned, taking his jar away. The quiet Canadian looked up at you with a small frown. "___... It's not a bad habit. I've always done it." He stood up, surpassing your height and reached out to grab his possession. You held out the maple syrup jar and did your best to push away the country and his grip. "Yeah, I know. But you've had three jars of this stuff, again. That can't be healthy with all those sweeteners in there." You slipped away from him and quickly ran into the kitchen. "_-___!" He chased after you as you began to t

You stood gaping, staring into that familiar yet unknown face. Then you snapped your jaws together. Standing there and staring with your mouth hanging open was certainly no way to gain this man’s respect. On second look, you decided he wasn’t a man quite yet. He was probably only fourteen or fifteen. For a long time neither of you moved, and after staring at him for a second you realized he was just as surprised as you were. Suddenly he seemed to come to his senses and began to speak to you. To your chagrin, you didn’t understand him, though you knew the language was familiar. Cherokee, you thought. Knowing that, you relaxe

Today was going to be an eventful day, you could feel it. "I want you to behave yourself today, Alfred."   You stated, looping his tie around his neck and beginning the effortless tying process. Alfred shifted, the cotton of his navy blue suit brushing against your moving knuckles. "But he's-" "I know what he is, but he's also your soon-to-be boss. Behave."   You could see his chest fall and rise shortly, a clear indication of his displeasure. "Fine, I'll behave."   His child-like huff caused you to smile, giving his tie one more tug. You pulled back, checking over his smart looking business suit, and brushing off his shoulders for

        The scene of the crime was silent but in the far distance you could hear the sirens of police cars as they rushed towards the apartment. Murders weren't uncommon in London just as they weren't uncommon anywhere else. Victorian London had been a pretty gruesome place and there had been many deaths. You would know since they talk to you all the time. You were what the mortals called a Medium. You could see and talk to those who were no longer living, by human standards, because you knew very well that life continued after death. But you in particular, you were supposed to be an urban legend. "H-he came through the window, (Name). Ther

“I still don’t see why I couldn’t have driven,” you grumbled, crossing your arms. You, Sherlock, and John had been driving to Baskerville for a few hours and you were getting quite uncomfortable in the backseat you had been forced to take.   “Because I’m obviously the best driver, ”Sherlock said, rolling his eyes. John sighed from the passenger seat, knowing exactly where this was going.   “Oh I’d say that’s debatable,” you retorted. “John was in the army, he drove Humvee’s into explosions for God’s sake. I’m pretty sure that would qualify him as being a