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Having graduated from one of the best universities with a master's degree in Computer Science, you had endless job opportunities and the brightest perspectives for your future career path. Confident, creative, energetic, intelligent — every company would be proud to compete for such an employee. Yes, you had a high opinion of yourself and your abilities, but it made sense, you being a talented and attractive young lady in practically every way. Soon you've chosen to work for Stark Industries, one of the fastest growing and most promising companies, which, you wished, would help to fulfill your potential and ambitions. You were super ex

You saw him unexpectedly at one of those countless parties organized for wealthy and successful people, the cream of Gotham society. After years of silence, he finally showed up, his behavior, values, and actions changed so dramatically that you even doubted that you used to be his best friend in better times. Watching him from a distance, you unconsciously sipped expensive champagne and couldn't believe your eyes — the Bruce Wayne you used to know definitely was not the person who would be interested in bringing two women with no sign of intellect to a party and act like a narcissistic billionaire. You were confused and sorry to see s

You were walking down the street so fast that you didn't notice anyone and constantly bumped into passers-by, not apologizing and even quickening your pace. Cold raindrops were hitting your face furiously and you felt frantic, self-deprecating, unnatural satisfaction as you were experiencing the disturbing, inevitable pain. In the ocean of black umbrellas, you looked mad and totally unprotected from nature's anger. You didn't care. You didn't care about anything or anyone in the world as the only man that mattered to you went over the line. You were running from your feelings, your affection, your love, thinking sarcastically and desperately

I highly recommend to listen to: Starlight by Muse Far away This ship has taken me far away Far away from the memories Of the people who care if I live or die Steve Rogers didn't have much. He had memories that were fading in the rapid stream of contemporary life, people whom he would never see again, the morality that had nothing to do with the modern world and a broken heart, which was desperate to find love and comfort. The Avengers initiative didn't give him a lot of satisfaction, though he liked to be helpful and save lives of innocent people. But who would save his own? Starlight I will be chasing a starlight Until the end of my life

It has definitely been the toughest month in your relationship with Matt Murdock. You couldn't count the nights when he came home so badly injured that it hurt to look at him. It was mainly because of those terrible things that were going on in Hell's Kitchen at the moment. He tried to keep you away from his problems, but you insisted that it was important for you to know the truth and realize the whole situation. He would often argue that it was nothing but putting you in danger and even say that it would have been better for you if you'd left him. And yet, you were still by his side, always there to patch up and comfort him whenever needed.

You slowly opened your eyes, made a weak attempt to sit up and failed miserably, groaning because of the sharp pain in your body. Why does it hurt so much? You tried to concentrate on the latest events that occurred during the mission. It wasn't so easy due to an annoying headache and your condition in general, which could be described as confused and slightly angry. As far as you remembered, the mission was rough. A lot of agents were killed and your group still didn't have any advantages over the villain you were trying so hard to capture. After that, your memories were less clear, but you were almost sure a big explosion followed, as a res

A small sigh of big relief escaped your lips. Finally, the project was done and all you had to do was standing in this beautiful dress with a glass of champagne and enjoying the compliments. Being the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s architecture was definitely something special, with all its advantages and disadvantages, and you loved your work a lot. Especially the part when everyone praised you. Just kidding. Or not. Who isn't fond of a nice compliment? Anyway, you were standing in the center of a beautifully decorated hall, smiling and occasionally looking at your own plans that were solemnly hanging on the walls. You weren't over proud but still felt that

A/N: I do recommend you guys to listen to this song while reading Muse — I Belong to You (though the fic isn't based on it). And hope you enjoy! ;) Sherlock was sitting in an armchair, hands connected in his favorite gesture and eyes unfocused, but still staring right at your figure. Pretending to be concentrated on the book in your hands, you were trying to hide a mischievous smile. ”Stop it,” you said after a while, turning away from his gaze. ”Stop what?” he asked as if he were surprised. ”Oh, I don't know, staring at me, maybe,” you smirked. ”I'm not staring, Y/N. I'm thinking.” R

Author Note: So this is my first fic ever! To be honest, I am so nervous about it. I will be really glad if you leave any comments. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy my first work! :) Finally! It was such a relief to put on your warm coat, wrap the soft scarf around your neck and breathe in the freshness of the upcoming evening, all after a long, hard day at work. And the best part of it was heading homewards where your love was waiting for you. Increasing your pace and smiling to your own thoughts, you went towards Hell's Kitchen where you and Matt were sharing an apartment. Having opened the door with your own keys, you softly called