redheadspy:

"Tony Stark" walked into the world headquarters of Stark Industries. Tony needed some paperwork from the office and Natasha had been more than happy to go get it for him. She loved her husband dearly, but she needed a break. Tony had been dealing with this whole body switch really well, but Natasha needed a break from dealing with him. Had she been this bad during this pregnancy or the one with Anya for that matter?

She made her way up to Pepper's office.

After picking up the paperwork for her husband, she'd grab some coffee and chocolate on the way home.

brit_sorcerer:

Quinn had been thinking about the leprechaun incident and had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time he saw the little annoy creatures. Quinn's magic hadn't been effective and he had to know what to do the next time they came around. Maybe there was a spell or something that would work against them and their magic.

Quinn had to go to the one person who would know about this kind of stuff.

He teleported to 177A Bleecker Street in New York only to find it empty. He wondered where Dr. Strange was.

There was one person who may know. Quinn teleported out to the West Coast and arrived at the front gate of the Defenders.

next_avenger:

James had been planning this training session for some time. The idea wasn't his; he had gotten it from Sky High when Valeria made him watch it with her the other day. No matter where it came from, it would help the team. Sure he had the idea, but making the program to actually do it was beyond him, so he called in some help from his sister Anya.

James told her what he wanted and a few days later she had the program all ready for him. James had played around with the variables until he found something he liked. Once the program was set, he let the other Young Avengers know when the training session would be.

Saturday morning at 8am he was waiting in the training room for his teammates.

awesome_andrea:

Andrea was currently in the lounge of the living quarters portion of the Baxter Building, a laptop open on the table in front of her, and books alongside that.  Of course, she already had the contents of those books scanned into her memory, but the more human aspects of her programming matrix insisted upon also having the physical articles in front of her.

Her eyes were fluttering in their sockets, and the computer was humming along, text appearing on the screen with speed far faster than any person could type.

Only her second week of school and she was already working on papers.  Granted, her class schedule was somewhat larger than that of other students.  Without the need for sleep or food that other students possessed, she was able to take an enlarged class schedule, across better hours.