MaiaMechealis13

"I'm fine!" "No, you're not. Get your ass over here and let Bruce fix you up." You glared at Tony and held your most-likely broken wrist against your chest. You sat on the couch beside the various other injured Avengers. Well, you say injured, but it was really only various states of bruising. Natasha didn't even have a scratch. Bruce walked over to you and gently pulled your wrist towards him. "Yeah.." He inspected it carefully. "It's broken." You bit your lip roughly as the pain shot up your arm. Steve sat beside you, slipping his arm around your shoulder and holding you comfortingly. "How did this even happen anyway?" Natasha looked ove

Child! Armin x Child! Comatose! Reader AU | Listening (From my iPod.) (A song with nice music that I feel goes well with this fanfiction can be found here: https://youtu.be/Zwd4GBinrTo. Listen if you choose to.) (Please read the description before continuing.)     "Oh, you're back again?" The nurse asked, her ever present smile still on her face. Her short red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with a few strands hanging on the sides. "Even at the exact time as yesterday..."     Armin returned the smile, and held up the large book he was holding in his arms.     "I thought she'd like to hear these." He said, the stack of all  Harr

You’re parents were not the most patient people in the world, yes they loved you but they didn’t know how to deal with your ''problem'' as they said. What was this problem? Well, you stuttered, badly. ''It will get better over time'' they said. ''Oh, it’s just because she is shy’'' they said. ‘’She’ll grow out of it’’ they said. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Ever since you were young, your parents had trouble accepting the troubles you had with speech and felt awkward around you, they would often lose their temper when they didn’t mean too, there had been to many occasions to name that they w

“Thief! Thief! That girl stole my bread!” You were the aforementioned little girl, about 6 years of age, being accused of theft, and you were currently running away from the man at the stall that sells bread. “I didn’t steal anything, you old geezer! I paid for it properly!” “Someone stop her!” “Oof!” You fell to the floor. “Hey watch it!- Uh oh...” “Well, well, well... What do we have here? Another stupid kid trying to steal some food?” A member of The Garrison towered over your smaller figure. “Hey! I’m not a stupid kid! And I wasn’t trying

Case Report Name: (F/N) (L/N) Age: 15 Appearance: (H/L) (H/C) hair, (S/T) skin, (E/C) eyes Status: Missing Runaway from the orphanage that she is currently living in. Wearing black skinny jeans, (F/C) t-shirt with black combat boots, a leather jacket. Left in the early hours yesterday morning and hasn't been back since. Levi sighed and leant back in his chair reports like this about a certain girl named (F/N) were all to common to him this report would mark the fifth time this month that she had ran away from the orphanage. Each time he would get assigned to her case she was hard to find but he'd always manage to find her most of the time

He was a thug, thief, murderer. All that was just a days work for Levi, being the notorious thug he is nothing fazed him that is what earned him his reputation - he had the ability to carry out hideous acts of cruelty and not bat an eyelid. Levi stalked around the dirty alleyways of the underground, this was the place he called home; after being thrown out by his parents he found that the underground could earn him a quick buck. Each time he found himself coming back more and more often he became involved with one of the most feared gangs and climbed up the ladder, from being a new recruit to being the boss all within a year. The undergroun

As the day progressed, Levi lined up a few cadets that had a relationship with {Name}. He wanted to know everything. “Alright. Cadet {Last Name} is in the infirmary due to serious injuries. These were not caused by falling so I want to know the truth behind this all. So, tell me. What all do you cadets know?” His glare was stern, shooting holes in each of their hearts. “Well, {Name} sometimes heads to the training grounds after dinner.” Connie suddenly spoke up, making others nod as they realized she did that often. “{Name} is also in a relationshi-” Armin's voice was cut off by a young male whom quickly