#rennegades

side note: I just about died when I saw an anon mention TONFA. I am not sure if its the same TONFA since "The Original Naruto Fanfiction Archive" was/is a primarily English archive, not Finnish, but still. seeing the name of my only successful website get mentioned in the wild is bizarre.

Oh god Sonic fic. So much weird Sonic fic.

Kisuke: It’s absolutely more plausible that you allowd someone not me to clone you instead of you physically getting a woman pregnant

Ichigo: ...it’s really not

Tumblr has a theme recovery page, and from mine it looks like the layout is still there. Tumblr is just not accepting it.

OH... okay well at least there’s that then. thanks for the head’s up!!!

TonyXArcher Theme: Favor in the House Atlantic by Coheed and Cambria

Good eye, sniper Here I’ll shoot, you run The words you scribbled on the walls With the loss of friends you didn’t have I’ll call you when the time is rightAre you in or are you out? For them all to know the end of us all Run quick, they’re behind us Didn’t think we’d ever make it This close to safety in one piece Now you wanna kill me in the act of what could maybe Save us from sleep and what we are 

A little bit further. Only a little bit further.

I had my arm around Clint, yanking his ass from the tower as it crumbled in smoke and flames. The rigged-up suit whirred, and I had Deja Vu back to the time I escaped that camp in the Middle East.

One of Loki’s hellhounds burst out of the flames in front of us, snapping at our ankles as we flew over its head.

“Clint, shoot the bastard!" I shouted. The sound of his arrow was drowned out by the sound of metal screeching and bending as it began to melt and sink under its own weight. 

I dragged us higher. Clint was coughing - from the smoke or the beam that had fallen on his back earlier, I wasn’t sure.

"Come on, Clint, we can do this. We can make it. We’re so close. Hang with me buddy. A little farther and we can get out of here. A little bit farther - "

I let out a cry as my suit stopped flying. Pain shot up through my back and I toppled out of the sky, a bird shot down, and I plummeted onto the rooftop below us. Metal scraped across concrete and I slid to a halt, leaving behind a trail of blood and red paint.

Clint fell a few feet away - to his credit he already had his bow and arrow out, though he looked like he was having some trouble breathing.

"You were really willing to destroy your home in a foolish attempt to escape me?"

My neck wrenched backward as my helmet was torn off my head, hair gripped tight in slender fingers. My heart sank - or it would’ve, if my heart was still in place - and I let out a cry of anger, anguish, all of those bottled up emotions I’d been holding onto as I fought against the hands that dragged me to my feet.

"What a naughty husband you are, dearest. What sort of punishment were you trying to achieve? Torture? Death?"

Loki’s voice, although venomous, purred into my ear. I jerked my head away from the lips that brushed against my ear, skin crawling.

"What, am I still not pleasing in this form? Would you greet death more openly if it was delivered by someone you held dear?"

The hand that held me changed: it became smaller, fingers even more delicate, and the face that pressed close to mine grew soft and warm. Locks of red hair fell in the corner of my eye and his - no, her - lips curved upward, the wicked smile looking so fucking wrong on her beautiful face.

"You knew that you shouldn’t have done that, Anthony. Really, what were you thinking?"

It was her voice that came from between those lips. Her hands that held me hostage -

And her hand that took control of my arm, lifting the blaster on my palm up to level with Clint’s head.

"Fuck, no, no!” I shouted, shaking within my suit, fighting against my armor that had turned rigid. The blaster whirred to life, Pepper’s - no, Loki’s - fingers dancing across the metal. He regarded me with Pepper’s eyes, a mix of anger and amusement coloring his features. Pepper’s free hand stroked my cheek, and her body pressed close to mine - it was a perverted mimicry of the times I’d flown with Pepper at my side, or the press conferences, or all the times I’d held Pepper against me in our bed.

"You’re going to hurt another one, Tony. All because of your pride," she sighed, shaking her head. "You’re going to let Clint die - just like with me."

I turned to look at Clint, hoping, praying even that he had a plan that I hadn’t thought of yet. He’d barely managed to make it onto his knees though - hell, I didn’t blame him, after having a support beam fall on him like that. Still, his eyes met mine and I knew. I couldn’t let this happen. Not again. Not like with Pepper.

"Clint, you’ve gotta shoot me man," I called to him. My voice rose, nerves reaching a breaking point as the blaster on my palm began to glow with blue light.

"No way in hell, Tony," he shouted back. He tried to stand up - but fell back to the ground, letting out a loud shout of pain. He had to have broken ribs.

"Clint, please, you’ll die if you don’t. Just - just shoot me, right through the head. Make it quick."

"There’s no way I’m enduring any more of this shit without you. I’m not that nice."

"Right back at you, you dumb fucker."

My heart pounded in my ears, mind screaming like a little girl as my palm grew hot with lethal fury.

"Clint, please!” I begged. He couldn’t die. He couldn’t leave. I couldn’t be the one to kill him. I couldn’t take it.

“Please, Clint, hell, remember the suicide pact? Let’s make it a homicide pack. Just shoot me. Dammit, Clint, shoot me!”

To his credit, he managed to lift of the bow. My skull felt like there was something hammering inside it by now, right behind my eyes. I stared at him, even though the light in my palm had grown so bright that he’d turned into a shadow against it.

“I’ll see you in Hell!” I shouted to him over the high-pitched shrieking of energy. I prayed to the silent gods that he could hear me.

The blaster reached fever pitch. Pepper-Loki pressed to me, fingers stroking my face. I closed my eyes, imagining that the fingers caressing my face really were her’s and letting myself believe that, in a moment, I’d actually see her again.

The blaster fired. The arrow flew.

Sam: Wait, did you say misogynist?

Matt: I'm not misogynist!

Wazy: huh? That's not the word? What's the word?