I am trapped in a car for three days with my brother driving cross country from MA to FL. I thought I would get time to post these last few days but…
nope. So… When I land I will post a one shot Loki fic ( it is so fluffy!!!) and maybe part five. See you guys soon!!

Insert rambling here

• Written by: TheKoontzy
• Edited by: G.B.
• Based off of ironfries image found here

The second headache came a few days later, after he had finally gotten Mr. Stark settled into the lower west garage on the family complex. Though the Spanish revival home sat on a good chunk of land on the outskirts of Miami, the secret to its business was the large underground tunnels and spaces beneath it. Many of them had been dug out during Prohibition to run a rather lucrative speakeasy, but Steve had spent considerable time and resources to expand them. The west garage was a good example of that, since it lay several feet under the what used to be an old servant’s quarters on the corner of the large property. It was spacious enough to allow Steve to convert it into an area where the family could do mechanic work on the family cars. Many of the vehicles that were stored there would never be allowed out onto the streets, because they would draw far too much attention without extensive repairs. After all, people tend to notice when the side of a car has been riddled with bullet holes, or when the windshield had been shattered by a sniper trying to get a clear shot at Steve in the back seat. Unconsciously rolling his shoulder at the memories, Steve stood at the bottom of the stairs watching a half-mad arms dealer argue with his head mechanic, and best friend, Buddy. 

• Written by: TheKoontzy
• Edited by: G.B.
• Based off of ironfries image found here

Tony stared out into the formal gardens of the family estate, cupping a mug of black coffee in his hands. He wasn’t normally awake quite this early. His mind briefly struggled to come up with a good reason, but none were forthcoming. Maybe an answer to his dilemma lay elsewhere. His eyes scanned the rich greenery, the beautiful sights all but foreign to him when he spotted the blond. Already dressed in an all-American navy suit, the tall man seemed to have his attention drawn to another man with a folder in his hand. They seemed very intent in going over some paperwork, the blond man frequently gesturing with his hands. They turned behind a large tree and Tony could see a rather serious visage wrinkling the young man’s face. ‘Business as usual…’ he thought to himself, ‘maybe a bit too bloody for me, though.’ Sipping his coffee, he tried to put it out of his mind, knowing very well the role he had in that same business. He’d been the one to put the guns in their hands, after all.

Does anyone know who made this? My friend sent me this and I think I squealed for about ten minutes before demanding to know the creator. Has anyone seen this before? Please I want to know just so I can send the artist lots and lots of hugs!!

I wrote part four buuuuut I been getting comments from my handy dandy editors that it needs more meat. Soooo..instead of making you guys suffer through a half done fanfiction I will write another part to it!! It will be up later tonight so just hold on to your hats for me but you will have a part four soon!!!

crimson-sun:

Not again not again not again…

Science bros will always be there for each other.

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