There are some things Thor doesn't understand, much as he'd like to. There are some things Banner would prefer not understanding, and this is one of them.
A podfic of "Pack Mentality"
Five lone wolves do not make a pack. Unless they do.
1977: Joubert and Turner cross paths again.
The love of Sander's life still manages to surprise him.
Vindice makes ready for an assignation.
(Written for forthegothicheroine's prompt: "Vindici if the Duke and his family were vampires.")
Everything is going to plan up until the precise moment it starts to fall apart.
It is the heart of the jungle that makes roots that spread below the ground.
All too late / all too late.
He knows Napoleon is watching Gaby, just as he knows Gaby's looking right back. What he doesn't realize is that they're both looking at him.