The house was smaller than the one in Boise, Idaho. A lot smaller. Elliot stood in the driveway, with Saint's leash in his loose grasp, looking up at the single story wonder. The paint was chipping, though that might have been a good thing, seeing as the color was a lighter shade of god-awful. It wasn't bad enough to warrant being called a 'fixer- ( Read more... )

Early this morning Tony Stark was rudely awakened by an explosion. This explosion was small, red-haired, and composed of "Tony, you have nothing in your fridge, you haven't unpacked anything, and you haven't been outside since you got here ( Read more... )

Given the rumored emergency situation at Alex's house, it can only be Ben's charitable duty to go rescue his friend (and his friend's dad) from an eternity of lamb stew. He was all set to be heroic and everything, until he remembered that he can't actually cook-- luckily, he knows somebody who can. So he's wheedled Emerson somehow (better not ask ( Read more... )