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 “Since when did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?” Hill asked, staring at the billionaire. Tony smirked, shrugging.   “Last night.” He looked around at the circle, meeting everyone’s stupefied looks. “The packet? Selvig’s notes? The Extraction Theory papers? Am I the only one who did the reading?!” he asked, incredulous. By that time you had entered the room and laughed slightly. “No, Mr. Stark. I’ve been up all night with them. As for that, I’ve been isolating several low range gamma signals. Dr. Banner, I do need your help to further sort through them.&#

So my first ever xReader thing. It's some Ideas gotten from strolling the CP fandom.. Sorry for the grammar hope you like it. Splendor made a mistake. One of the kids he was playing with yesterday told their parents about him, and they called the police. The next day when Splendor went to wait for the kids to come back he was greeted with several policemen. He tried to explain the situation that he meant no harm, the humans weren't having it. He took a step forward taking his hat off to try and explain in a clearer manor, but that shot at him. They kept calling him a monster. He's running now. Trying to get out of their sight, he couldn't

Living with your older brother was hard. It really was. You had to depend on him for everything. Finding clothes, cooking, finding your room. You were ashamed. Multiple times you heard his spouse complaining on why you were living in their house. It wasn't your fault. Wasn't your fault that you were blind... You weren't born blind, no. As you grew up, you began to notice how your vision became blurry. Frightened, you informed your parents and they had purchased some 'focals for you. Courtesy from Ben Franklin. Years passed as your vision grew fogger and fogger. Eventually, you became blind. "She has cataracts." The doctor said. You

You breathed out a sigh. Finally. The persistent woman left your stand. You worked as a florist in Boston. You didn't have a shop. You were more like a a mobile florist, moving around Boston frequently, and sometimes even going to New York. Your flowers were considered the best since you planted and tended your own. Never used chemicals either. "Ah, it seems like a good day?" A man smiled, hearing the jingle of coins in your coin pouch. You gave him a tired smile. He was a frequent customer, always buying flowers for his insationable wife. "Yes, though I'm very tired." You yawned. He chuckled. "Usual?" You sighed, pointing at a few daisie