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Don't Fall Asleep: Chapter 2Stark Tower loomed over most of the city, shimmering with its industrial physique. Loki knew it well. A hint of excitement coursed through his body as he came closer and closer to the colossus. He recalled the main entrances and where guards and security cameras were located. He also knew where the Avengers had stashed his asset.
The mortal girl knew of him. He knew she feared him. While not nearly as beautiful as he would have preferred, she was desirable enough for his plan. There was no way for her to resist him.
Captain America killed the engine of his bike in the parking garage of the hospital. He dismounted and took quick, strong strides to the elevator that would guide him to the place he had been told she was to be bedded up.
The elevator doors clunked shut and the contraption began its ascent. Some music played that Steve found a little strange.
Don't Fall Asleep: Chapter 1Loki considered himself to be a reasonable being. He didn't beg, he didn't whine. He was an all-around likeable god. The majority of the population saw otherwise, but Loki couldn't bring himself to care if he was honest.
However, he needed to get back to Earth. It was an insufferable planet, but that sort of thing was not of import. The people needed him, whether the Avengers thought so or no.
The trip from Asgard to Earth would be tiresome for the god, but it needed to be done. His powers had returned to their strength since he was cast back to his home some weeks ago, which for the Avengers was only a matter of hours. Loki had learned of the time differential between the two realms and was awaiting an exploitation of it.
Loki took a deep breath and closed his eyes, inhaling the chilling scent of his environment. The surrounding ice and caverns did not make the most ideal spot for recov
Don't Fall Asleep: Chapter 3Natasha pulled up to Stark Tower and got out of the car. She opened Renee's door and held her arm gently as she helped her out of the car and get her bags. Renee looked up at the Tower with awe on her face. Never had she seen it so close. Her mouth fell open into a little 'o.' Natasha just smiled at her. The building was a little torn up from the chaos that had erupted, but it was quickly being fixed.
"You're putting me in the most obvious place?"
"Not only is it the most obvious," said Steve all of a sudden. Renee had not heard him pull up behind them, "But it is impenetrable. He can't teleport. He can't do anything. On top of that, one of us will be watching 24/7."
"Big brother, eh?" Renee wasn't too sure about this plan. She didn't need to be locked in a cell. Why couldn't they just kill Loki? Why couldn't someone watch her without
Don't Fall Asleep: Chapter 5"Dr. Banner. Natasha," came a voice over the intercom. It was Steve, Renee realized. "Come look at this."
Renee could not see where they were going or that they were even there save for the announcement every time her Avenger guard changed.
All of a sudden, the door of her cell whooshed open and Steve came rambling in. He grabbed her arm and pulled her quickly from the cell.
"Steve! What are you--"
"Shh! Loki's infiltrated the tower and is posing as me. He's telling them false information. I need to get you out of here as soon as possible."
Loki grinned on the screen. He'd sent them into a panic and they were scattering like children who had been caught with their hands in a cookie jar. The chaos was beautiful.
"Loki is here, in the building," he said. "He's posing as me."
"How do we know it's not you?" Repli
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Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
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To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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