Steve: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions Tony?
Peter: I do…
Steve: I know Peter
Peter: I’m sad
Steve: I know Peter
Steve: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions Tony?
Peter: I do…
Steve: I know Peter
Peter: I’m sad
Steve: I know Peter
Steve: Um, Bucky? What do you think you’re doing?
Bucky, using his prosthetic as an extension to reach for the banana bread that was intentionally put out of his reach: Uhhhh who the hell is Bucky
Deadpool & Wolverine & Ghost Rider
Bucky: You think I would be a good pirate
Steve: I think you would be the best pirate
Tony: When first winked at me, it’s like you proposed
Stephen: What?? That makes no fucking sense-
Rhodey: Don’t talk to your wife like that
Tony: Yeah >: )
Thor, every 30 minutes: [kick open the door of the lab] I would DIE for you Banner
Bruce, not even paying attention anymore: then perish
I’m on Avengers endgame:
Miles’ plan to leave didn’t exactly go as planned. T’Challa was completely against him leaving. It started with a few warnings, which Miles disregarded, not quite thinking of his consequence. Of course, he was stubborn and flat out tried to walk away from the king, which didn’t fly too well with him.
Miles knew T’Challa as an overall chill guy, but outright disrespecting him was something he obviously didn’t stand for. It ended with T’Challa ordering Bucky to stop Miles. Miles was slightly cocky about this, turning to face the one armed man and stood with his hips shifted.
“Miles don’t make me hurt you. Just listen to the King. Please.” he said so sincerely.
“Not if it means I have to fight someone. I’ll gladly fight you now, but I’m not fighting the White Wolf.”
“You don’t understand Miles. It won’t make a difference.” his voice got harsher, a little more aggressive. He grabbed the boy’s arm tightly.
“I’m not fighting the White Wolf. What don’t you understand?”
“You can’t leave. Please don’t leave.” There was a look on his face that actually made Miles’ heart hurt.
“Why? Why do you want me to stay? I can understand T’Challa, but why are you begging?”
“Just… Please.” Bucky said one last time. Miles scowled at him, turning his head, pulling his arm out of the mans grip.
Miles walked away from him and T’Challa who was standing a few feet behind Bucky. As he was walking, he thought he heard the words ‘I’m sorry’ before he was attacked from behind. Miles freaked out. He kicked Bucky off him, turning onto his back, having been knocked to the ground. For a guy with one arm, his recovery speed was impressive. Miles was on him before Bucky could turn. He hand his arm around the man’s throat, squeezing tightly. Holding his own arm in place with his other hand.
“I’m not staying, Bucky. You can’t make me… T’Challa can’t make me…” he growled as the man clawed at his arm.
Bucky managed to worm out of Miles’ grip, kicking his feet out from under him. Miles hit the ground, knocking the wind out of him. He took a second to recover. Bucky stomped his foot down hard on Miles’ chest, making Miles’ gasp for the air he had just tried to retrieve.
“You don’t get it.” Bucky hissed. Miles snarled and grasped the man’s ankle, pulling him down. Bucky was faster, repositioning himself, falling directly on top of Miles, pinning his forearm against his throat.
“I am the White Wolf. You were going to have to fight me either way. T’Challa just wanted to see if you could fight for yourself. You can’t. That’s why you need to stay.”
Miles choked, his eyes widening. He hadn’t been expecting that.
“Barnes! That’s enough.” T’Challa warned from afar. Bucky glared down at Miles before releasing him. Miles lied in the grass, staring up at Bucky, who slowly got off him.
Bucky was the White Wolf? Why hadn’t he told Miles? Miles would have taken their training a little more seriously. He would have agreed to the fight.
He sat up quickly and watched Bucky walk towards T’Challa and smoke to him quietly.
Miles stood up, breathing heavily. He was angry. Confused and hurt. What was so hard for them to tell Miles that Bucky was the White Wolf?
“That’s not fair!” Miles yelled out. Both men stopped and stared back at him.
“You know I can’t beat him… You both know that. You purposely set me up for defeat.”
“Maybe… But it’s for your safety. You cannot leave. There are people who want what you have. What Barnes has.”
Miles thought about that. Safety was trapping him here? Making Miles think he was making a difference here?
“And you.” Miles pointed at Bucky. He didn’t look phased by it. Bucky had been in on it all along. Of course it didn’t guilt him one little bit.
“You could have told me but you didn’t. You should have told me.”
“I was told not to. I’ve been trained to obey orders, Miles. It’s not my fault…”
That was it. Now he was going to play the victim? No. Miles was more than angry. He made a beeline through the field, away from both of them. He knew where the barrier was. He knew he could leave if he could manage to get to it before anyone stopped him. If they wouldn’t let him leave, he’d force himself out.
Miles disappeared into the tree line, dodging trees as he ran. He saw nothing but trees ahead of him, but stopped.
“Miles! Stop!” Bucky called from behind him. Miles turned for a moment to see the man standing there, out of breath.
“Why are you fucking following me? Go back to T’Challa and be a good little attack dog.” he snarled.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you! I wasn’t allowed! You have to understand that T’Challa has given me everything. I couldn’t just say no…”
“Look, Barnes. Go away. Don’t follow me. I’m leaving this place.”
Miles turned back to the barrier and reached his hands out towards it.
Blue sparks flew everywhere and Miles drew his hands back fast. The barrier had burned quite a few layers of skin off his fingers. Little tips of what looked like silver bone poked out from under the red skin.
”How about I clear up a secret for you, Bucky. You wanna know why I’m the Iron Guardian?” Miles barked, digging his already burnt fingers into the barrier. He cried in pain as the skin on his hands literally disintegrated. Bloody metal fingers peeled apart the barrier and opened it, just enough to make an opening for Miles to step through.
“Holy shit…” Bucky said, almost breathless.
Miles stepped through the barrier and let go, falling to the grass outside of it. He looked back… Nothing but trees. No sign of Wakanda what so ever. Nothing. Not even Bucky.
Miles held his hands to his chest, feeling the skin stretch over his bones, repairing itself painfully. Blood was all over the grass and his clothes. He stood up, stumbling across the ground, trying to get his balance as his fingers returned to normal.
There was nothing for miles. No houses. No farms. Not even an abandoned gas station. Wakanda was built in the middle of nowhere in Africa. So Miles was out on his own in the middle of the jungle. Most of his day was spent walking through trees, trying to avoid things like snakes and bees. Most species out here were deadly. Miles wished he had a weapon out here. He was hungry and he didn’t want to go toe to toe with anything dangerous. He knew there were all kinds of animals who wouldn’t hesitate to make Miles a meal.
Around evening, Miles had stopped to take a break from walking. His bare feet hurt from walking on all different things including animal bones, needles and insects who didn’t appreciate being stepped on. He found a nice tree, managing to climb up. He wanted to avoid being on the ground for many reasons.
Sitting on one branch, he listened to the birds sing and monkeys of all species converse in the distance with howls. Miles always liked animals, but he never wanted to spend time with dangerous creatures what would kill him in a heart beat.
Miles dozed off in the tree, cradled between branches, knees tucked to his chest. His sleep was dreamless, but not pleasant. He continuously woke up to twigs snapping and the occasional jaguar growling.
Soon, he woke up for the last time, unable to fall back asleep. He sat up in the tree, looking around the darkness. It wasn’t completely black out. The moon did manage to shine through branches, illuminating the ground. That’s when Miles saw him.
The silhouette of a man walking through the brush down below. His hair pulled back into a tight but slightly messy bun. He was dressed in dark colors from head to toe.
At first, Miles thought it was Bucky, getting angry. But then he noticed, this man had two arms. He kept his silence, watching the man look around, but never stopped walking. He soon disappeared into the distance, leaving Miles alone once more. Who was the man? Not that it was really any of Miles’ business, but who would be out here in the middle of the night? And what were they looking for?
Miles slowly climbed down from his tree, standing at the base of the tree for a moment. He looked around for any sign of the man before walking in the same direction as him. Miles wasn’t following, but it was the direction he had to go to get far from Wakanda.
“Sir, I’m detecting a heat signature…” a voice said a little to his left. Miles stopped dead in his tracks. He dare not move. He didn’t even breathe. That was not Bucky’s voice. Not at all. The voice was rougher and deeper and much more sinister.
He slowly moved closer to the darkness, trying to get out of the line of visibility. Every step he took was careful, trying to make as little noise as possible. It was quite hard actually. Everything on the ground was either bones or twigs.
“It might be a villager, Sir. Do you want me to take them? They would make a wonderful test subject.” the voice spoke again, this time further away. He was talking to someone that Miles could not hear.
The boy stayed put. He watched the mystery man come into view in the moon light. Miles noticed he was holding a gun now. A rather large one. He was pointing it directly at Miles. He didn’t seem to be able to see Miles. But that didn’t stop the man from pulling the trigger.
With a loud bang, Miles was running. He had dodged the bullet, only by an inch, and darted past the man, who laughed loudly and followed in pursuit.
“I’ve got one Sir. He’s a runner. I need back up!” the man yelled out. Miles was running as fast as his legs could carry him. He could hear the footsteps of several people following him now.
Miles scaled a tree, and the men stopped at the base, aiming their guns up at him.
“Who are you?!” Miles yelled at them.
“That’s none of your business, kid. Come on down so we don’t have to shoot you.”
“Move aside, boys…” a female voice spoke out. It was soft but evil. Miles watched her come into view. She was dressed in a dark green suit. His hair was long and black and her hands were folded in front of her.
“I’m sorry about them, darling. They really are animals. Why don’t you come down. We won’t hurt you.” She smiled, but there was something unsettling about it. Perhaps it was the way the moonlight reflected off her face, making her look almost flawless.
“Who are you! I won’t ask again!” Miles hollered down.
“My name is Viper… I’d love to know who you are… I’ve never seen someone dodge a bullet like you.”
“I’m… No one. Look, I just ran away from some other assholes.”
“Oh dear… I’m sorry about that.” she sounded sincere. Miles narrowed his eyes at her.
“I just wanna go… I won’t bother you.”
“Understandable, darling.” she said, having all the men stand back. Miles slowly crawled down the tree and stood, before cautiously walking away.
With one bang, Miles only saw black.
Bucky? More like, fuck me. Am I right?
— Anyone in the Avengers at least once
Scott: wait so you like me??for my personality??
Hope: i know i was surprised too
Tony: I’ve had three anxiety attacks and eight cups of coffee today I’m immortal
Stephen: *Continues reading*
Peter: Guys? I need your help with something.
Avengers: [start pulling out weapons]
Peter: [opens math textbook]
Steve, dropping his shield: Oh… that kind of help. Where’s Banner?
Peter holding his side: So… I just realized…that I’ve been shot.
Tony, worried: You’ve just now realized!
russo brothers: *puts tony on earth, alive, with everyone else in the trailer*
me: !!💖💗💗❤!!!💛💖💞❣💗❤❤💖💖💗💗💝💝💞💞❣💘💕💘💕💘💕!!!!!!💖💞💕💞💗💖💗!❣💝💙❤💖💘💕!!bb is saved!!
Tony holding out his hand: Take my hand.
Stephen,looking up from his book: Why?
Tony, getting frustrated: I’m trying to ask you to marry me so take my damn hand!
Summary: The one in which the Avengers make Y/N burst into tears.
Y/N lay silently in her darkened bedroom, unable to sleep. She wrapped her arms around her pillow and hugged it to her chest giddily. Earlier that day, Bucky – as in the Avenger and Captain America’s best friend, James Buchanan Barnes – had picked her up from the hospital. He had brought her flowers – roses – and real coffee. Afterwards, he took her on his motorcycle to Coney Island to ride the Cyclone because she had mentioned she had never been on it before. They spent the rest of the day, strolling along the boardwalk while Y/N tried not to act like a starstruck cheerleader:
Was she really on a date with the Bucky Barnes?
When Bucky dropped her off at her apartment later that day, he followed her inside and walked her to her door. Y/N thought for sure he would ask to come inside because guys always wanted to come inside. And her heart sank as she realized that after he did – after he had his way with her – he would leave. Then she would never see him again.
As dust motes danced in the sunbeams that shimmered through windows in the hallway by her door, Bucky reached out and, smiling, he tucked a stray lock of her hair behind Y/N’s ear. She was so lost in her thoughts that she jumped, startled.
Frowning, Bucky pulled away from her and instead, placed his hand on the wall behind her head. “Hey,” he said gently. “You’re okay.”
An embarrassed flush rose to Y/N’s cheeks and she smiled, looking away from him sheepishly. “Okay.”
Bucky reached out with his left hand, and gently nudged her chin upwards so that her eyes were back on him. He traced along her delicate jawline with his index finger, smoothing the skin of her cheekbone with his thumb. He couldn’t help but smile as she relaxed and leaned into his touch. He bent just slightly so that they were at eye-level and leaned towards her.
There were mere inches between them.
A shrill, electronic ding pierced the air, making them both jolt.
“M-my phone,” Y/N said, pulling the device out of her pocket. “I thought it was on vibrate.”
“It’s fine, doll,” Bucky chuckled. He held out his hand to take the phone from her. “May I?”
Y/N stared up at him, doubt blooming across her features. Her phone was her crutch just like the payphone in the psych ward – her link to him – had been. She never let anyone touch it. Then realization dawned on her. “Oh!” She said, pushing the little device into his hand hurriedly. “I don’t have your number.”
Bucky chose to ignore her momentary lack of faith. They still hardly knew each other, after all, and you could learn a lot about someone by what was in their cellphone. It was a personal item. “There,” he said after he was finished putting his number in. He handed it back to her, letting his fingertips graze hers for a little longer than was necessary. Then he raised his hand in a salute, grinning down at her.
A laugh bubbled up from Y/N’s throat. “Thank you for today.”
“Don’t mention it,” Bucky told her. Then he turned and started down the stairs.
“Bucky?” Y/N called after him.
Bucky froze halfway down the stairs, and looked over his shoulder at her. “Yeah, doll?”
“Thank you for everything,” Y/N smiled at him from her spot by the door.
Bucky only grinned. Then he turned and started back down the stairs.
He hadn’t wanted to come in, after all.
Now, Y/N sat up in bed and pulled herself to her feet. She smiled as she crossed the darkened room of her studio apartment to the kitchenette. She opened a cupboard and pulled down a tumbler. Then she turned on the faucet and let the water run for a moment, so it would be cold and to filter out some of the chemicals. She filled her glass and turned off the water. Then as she turned to go to back to bed, she froze.
A man, his face hidden in the darkness of the room, loomed over her. The only part of his face that was visible was the gleam of his eyes.
Instinctively, Y/N took a step backwards. “H-how did you get in here?!” She demanded, trying to keep a tremer out of her voice.
The man said nothing. Instead, he reached out and grabbed her by the wrist.
“Hey, let go of me!” Y/N cried out, trying to pull free of his grasp.
But it was no use: He was too strong, and as easily as if she were a toy doll, he began to drag Y/N across the darkened floor. As he did so, Y/N’s glass of water fell from her hand and shattered on the floor, showering the space between them with shimmering, cold wetness.
The man dragged her across the broken glass and over to the bed. Then he lifted her up and threw her down on the mattress.
Y/N sat bolt upright in bed, her heart pounding in her chest, gasping for breath. A dream. It was only a dream. She reached out and grabbed her phone off the bedside table.
It was three AM. Would Bucky be up – should she call him?
“Bucky,” Y/N gasped as a terrible, horrible unbidden thought entered her head. She clasped her phone to her chest and shook her head as the tears began to fall. “He wouldn’t.”
Bucky wasn’t like the others, Y/N reminded herself. She thought back to how he had pulled her chair out for her in the psych ward – to how he had followed her up to her door and had not asked to come inside. He wasn’t the same as them. He was good. Pure.
Maybe a little too good.
A sob escaped her as Y/N collapsed in her bed and hugged her pillow to her chest. She couldn’t do this, she knew at that moment.
The next morning, Y/N showered and changed into her prettiest sundress. Then she picked up the phone and called Bucky, hoping he wouldn’t think she was being clingy. Hoping he wouldn’t pick up.
He did, though. “Hello?”
“Are you busy today?” Y/N said, trying to keep her voice even. “I was hoping we could talk.”
Bucky took a moment to answer. There was something – something in her voice that he didn’t like. “No, I’m not busy. Of course we can talk.”
“Could I, maybe, come over?” Y/N asked him.
“To the tower?” Bucky said uncertainly. “The others will be here – all of them.” He knew how much she hated crowds, even small ones.
Y/N laughed humorlessly. “They’re superheroes, Buck. I think I’ll be alright.”
This wasn’t like her, Bucky couldn’t stop himself from thinking. “Alright,” he said finally.
“I’ll see you in an hour,” Y/N told him.
Then she hung up.
One hour later, Y/N stood on the sidewalk outside of Avengers tower. It was raining lightly and the sky was overcast with gray clouds. It was a good day for a break up. Just as she was about to reach out and try the door, a smooth electronic female voice with a lilting accent said, “May I be of service?”
Y/N looked around for some sign of a camera or security system. If there was one, she couldn’t find it. “I’m here to see Bucky,” she said at last. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N.”
There was a loud buzzing sound, and the swung open electronically not unlike the doors of supermarket. “My name is FRIDAY,” the computerized voice told her. “The others are gathered in the penthouse. If you follow the arrows, you will find the elevator.”
Just then a blinking green arrow appeared on the floor, pointing her in the direction she was to go. Y/N followed the arrows through a large, round lobby and down a corridor with walls of glass until she reached a glass elevator. “Great,” she couldn’t keep from muttering. “This looks like fun.”
She climbed inside the elevator and pushed the button labeled P for Penthouse. Then the elevator began to climb. She focused on the pulleys, visible through the ceiling as it continued on its journey skyward. Then, finally, the doors were opening.
Y/N tried not to gape as she climbed out of the elevator. She seemed to be standing in an enormous, round common area with glass walls that offered an panoramic view of the city. In the middle of the room were two round sectional sofas situated in front of the largest flat screen she had ever seen. In the back of the room was a bar and kitchen area.
Y/N turned to see Captain Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and Thor Odinson walking towards her from down a long hallway.
“I shall alert Mr. Barnes of your arrival,” FRIDAY said before Y/N could respond.
“So you are the mystery girl from the hospital,” Tony greeted her. “Uh, Steve filled me in – I’m, well, you know who I am.” He offered her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Stark,” Y/N said, shaking his hand.
Tony cringed. “Yeah, I will give you a thousand dollars to never call me that again. Seriously,” he added when she started to laugh. “Do you take checks?”
“And I am Thor, Son of Odin,” Thor told her, grinning. “Come, you must join us for libations.” He began to lead her and the others over to the kitchen.
Y/N nodded unsure of what to say. She took her coat off and draped it over the back of the one bar stools and immediately regretted it when she caught Tony’s eyes flit to the scars on her wrist.
“Can we get you something to drink?” Steve asked her, catching Tony’s gaze and interjecting quickly.
Y/N considered her options as she listened to the rain splatter on the glass. She was in Avengers tower. She could probably ask for anything. Instead she simply said, “Coffee is fine.”
“Coming right up,” Steve smiled down at her.
“You know,” Tony said as Steve started to bustle about the kitchen. “For someone who is here to visit her superhero boyfriend, you seem terribly unexcited.”
“Tony,” Steve said warningly, slamming the cupboard he had opened with a bang.
“What?” Tony said, turning to him. “He’s your friend. Aren’t you gonna defend him?”
“It’s not our place to–” Steve started to say only to fall silent.
The four of them sat in silence for a moment before finally Y/N said, “He’s not really my boyfriend.”
“Pfft,” Tony laughed humorlessly. “Okay, kid, look – I am the king of bullshitters. Don’t try to BS me.”
“Barnes cares for you much,” Thor said. “Do you not care for him as well?”
“It’s not that I don’t care about him,” Y/N said quickly.
“Then why do you wanna break up with him?” Steve asked her, his lips setting into a scowl.
Y/N stared up at him silently. She had made Captain America hate her guts. She looked down at her fingernails. “I just – I haven’t been with someone since….” She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
The three Avengers exchanged a glance. “Look, kid,” Tony said. “I’ve never been a big fan of Barnes, but he would never make you do something you’re not comfortable with.”
Thor reached out and put his hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “He is a man of honor,” he assured her.
Y/N stared down at the veining on the granite countertops in front of her, not knowing how to respond. What was she doing – Bucky was a great guy and a really good person, and she wasn’t even willing to give him a chance. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. But when she thought back on all her past relationships, what was the point?
A sob escaped her throat and she suddenly found herself blinking back tears.
“What are you guys doing?!”
All four of them turned to see Bucky stepping out of the elevator, and rushing across the common area towards them.
“We were trying to be reassuring,” Tony said quickly, very much aware of how bad the scene must look.
“Reassuring?!” Bucky shot at him, putting both of his hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Look at her – she’s crying.”
“Look, I know it wasn’t our place,” Steve sighed. “But after what you said this morning – and then it was obvious that she was upset–”
“I’m not some punk kid, Rogers!” Bucky reminded him. “I can fight my own battles. I don’t always need you to stand up for me.”
Y/N stood and shrugged out of Bucky’s grasp. “I should go,” she said, shaking her head. “I have no business being here.”
“That’s not true,” Bucky told her quickly. “I want you here.”
“Bucky, trust me,” Y/N said, pushing past him and starting for the elevator. “You don’t want anything to do with me.”
Bucky grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back towards him. “Don’t you think that’s up to me to decide – don’t you think I’m grown enough to decide who I wanna spend my time with?”
Y/N stared at his hand on her wrist. She didn’t know how to respond. If the stories were true, then he was certainly more than old enough to make his own decisions. Finally, she nodded.
“Now, what’s going on then?” Bucky demanded. “Why were you so upset when you called me this morning?”
Y/N stared down at her fingertips. “I had a dream – a nightmare about…” She trailed off and broke into fresh sobs.
“Oh, doll,” Bucky said, rushing over to her and taking her in his arms. “Doll, no, you couldn’t think that I would ever –” He broke off to kiss the crown of her head. Then he reached out and nudged her chin upwards with his fingertip. “We can go as slow as you want us to. There is no rush, and I would never hurt you like that.”
“And I would probably hurt him if he did,” Steve chimed in.
“All three of us would,” Tony added.
“And Romanoff would have him castrated,” Thor said much to the surprise of the other of two.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N sobbed, staring up at Bucky, shame flooding through her.
“Don’t apologize,” Bucky told her. “You’re fine. You’ve been through so much. You’re gonna be scared, and that’s okay. I just need you to tell me when you get scared instead of trying to run away.”
“And maybe tell your doctor about these nightmares,” Steve said.
“Yeah, definitely do that,” Tony said, nodding.
Bucky smiled down at Y/N. “Please, tell me we’re okay now.”
Y/N smiled back at him. “We’re okay.”
A/N: Ask and you shall receive because I am a HUGE pushover. Fyi, I really have no idea where I’m going with this.
Stephen: Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss your or shove you off a bridge.
Tony: Can I pick?