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ironfey-42 · 1 month

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Kinda a Sense8 IronStrange Idea/Concept

Prompts: Sweets, Baths, Laughs

I guess sense8 au like it’s a thing around the whole universe. All the avengers and some other heroes are in a cluster. Also a canon divergence au after CW and like Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff lives cuz booo so basically a Not Endgame compliant au.

Avengers Cluster:

Thor

Clint

Natasha

Steve

Bruce

Wanda

Tony

And whoever the 8th is, you decide

Stephen is in a cluster with Wong and Mordo and whoever but like let’s make it so that the three of them are only ones left in their 8 person cluster.

Just imagine still MCU/Marvel but with the Sense8 lore mixed in. Also, let’s make the avengers around the same age, early 30s. Anyways, they all get “reborn” after that fight in CW, and so what I’m going for, is all of them experiencing what they all went through. All they know through the haziness of being reborn is that one of them needs help to survive.

(I had this idea in the back of my mind that in this version of the MCU/sense8 world, since they can basically visit each other and use their skills to help each other, why not use their powers, so like Thor being able to use his lightning skills when he’s visiting the other’s body. So they can access Steve’s healing powers to heal Tony.)

Like again it’s not automatic instant forgiveness just cuz they’re connected. Like Tony and Wanda are still learning about each other. In the show, there’s certain people who understand what the other is feeling or who has an idea/view that might look out of place but the other somehow understands, they get pulled into their space and they share their view. Like I know that Marvel had Steve connect with Wanda, but like there’s this potential of Tony and Wanda just learning about each other and the truth, and this is me lowkey wanting a bit of Wanda learning to truly redeem herself instead of just pushing it away in the back of her mind.

Thanos is still on his snap half of the population of the universe thing and stuff, of course, they still stop him, but on a shorter timeline. Anyways there’s another bad guy like Whispers, so maybe Hydra or Hydra adjacent, who’s after sensates, but ones who are enhanced or control a suit of armor to deal damage and stuff. He hunts after the clusters who have powers and (TW: death) sometimes people in the clusters who have powers or stuff once they happen to make eye contact with the Whispers in this verse, kill themselves in a way that causes great damage to their head so they aren’t taken advantage of in death by Hydra adjacent Whispers.

Stephen, whose cluster is down to 3, Mordo, Wong, and himself, makes direct eye contact with Hydra-adjacent Whispers. He and Tony fall in love and both clusters work together to stop Whispers from getting to Stephen and Tony’s cluster and any other clusters with enhanced people.

Anyways what ideas I have for this au is that one scene in the Christmas episode of Sense8 where Riley and Will are in the bathtub just enjoying the vibes that Riley tried to create so that Will isn’t stuck in whatever vibe he’s in cuz of Whispers.

Once the clusters stop Whispers, every sensate breathes a sigh of relief cuz they’re not being hunted down anymore for their sensate and powers. Stephen and Tony cuz the clusters also need time alone with their SOs, go do their thing of reconnecting with each other physically, emotionally, and sexually. Stephen and Tony do their own thing with the bathtub scene, but this time more relaxed since there’s no more Whispers. They’re having fun sitting in the water and just basically kissing each other all over their faces. They’re having fun feeding each other sweets making up for the fact they haven’t had time to enjoy because the stress from Whispers was so strong. What they’re feeling is also amplified since the clusters are also reconnecting with their SOs and just a huge feels fest and also going all NSFW.

Anyways after the experience with Whispers, Tony and Stephen finally learn to take some time for themselves and just relax and have fun. Their “self-care” days end with the two of them in the bathtub just feeding each other sweets and giving each other bubble hairdos and beards. If they end up having bathtub sex then that’s no one’s business but theirs.

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music-is-the-voice-of-the-soul · 2 years

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Kinda a Sense8 IronStrange AU

Prompts: Sweets, Baths, Laughs

Avengers Cluster:

Thor

Clint

Natasha

Steve

Bruce

Wanda

Tony

And whoever the 8th is, you decide

Stephen is in a cluster with Wong and Mordo and whoever but like let’s make it so that the three of them are only ones left in their 8 person cluster.

Thanos is still on his snap half of the population of the universe thing and stuff, of course, they still stop him, but on a shorter timeline. Anyways there’s another bad guy like Whispers, so maybe Hydra or Hydra adjacent, who’s after sensates, but ones who are enhanced or control a suit of armor to deal damage and stuff. He hunts after the clusters who have powers and (TW: death) sometimes people in the clusters who have powers or stuff once they happen to make eye contact with the Whispers in this verse, kill themselves in a way that causes great damage to their head so they aren't taken advantage of in death by Hydra adjacent Whispers.

Once the clusters stop Whispers, every sensate breathes a sigh of relief cuz they’re not being hunted down anymore for their sensate and powers. Stephen and Tony cuz the clusters also need time alone with their SOs, go do their thing of reconnecting with each other physically, emotionally, and sexually. Stephen and Tony do their own thing with the bathtub scene, but this time more relaxed since there’s no more Whispers. They're having fun sitting in the water and just basically kissing each other all over their faces. They’re having fun feeding each other sweets making up for the fact they haven’t had time to enjoy because the stress from Whispers was so strong. What they’re feeling is also amplified since the clusters are also reconnecting with their SOs and just a huge feels fest and also going all NSFW.

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writingpracticeonly · 7 months

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I've Got You - Clint Barton x Peter Parker

A Request for Clint X Peter Safe NSFW (bromance, nudity, rectal temp, spanking, hand job) Peter is sick, thanks to a villain. Clint's turn to watch him. He helps Peter get undressed and takes his temp in his bottom. Clint loves Peter's butt and playfully spanks him, which gives Peter an erection which means Clint has to get rid of it with a hand job. They're not together. More of bros helping bros.

The younger Avenger had tried too hard to prove himself again. Peter had ended up being slung into Manhattan Bay and needed picking up by Tony. Tony flew over and picked the kid up after clearing up the mess he inadvertently made against Rhino.

Peter had been shivering since that fight and Tony suggested he stay at the Avengers tower to help warm up in case anything happened to him. Even though Peter had a stronger physiology than most people he was still able to get hurt and sick. The older Avengers took their time to watch over Peter as he was kept wrapped in a heated blanket and drying off. Initially, it was Steve, who was all too keen to give Peter a talk about being a responsible hero and trying to work together as a team, to not take too many risks and become another Tony Stark. Peter wondered what Tony was like before the Avengers joined, was he really that bad?

After it was Thor, who boasted about their battle and he spoke about how he was able to come in after ‘Parker’ was kicked across the water like a pebble. Peter felt embarrassed enough as it was getting kicked out across the water with the Avengers having a full view. He wanted to be able to prove himself and wound up in this situation.

Peter thought he was through with everything as it was starting to get late until Clint walked into the room and waved at the kid, “How you doin', champ?” Clint asked, Peter visibly relaxed at the sight of the playful archer, the two had been getting closer as friends recently. Clint had recently volunteered to work with Peter more and help him train and guide him through the hero life, “I’m okay, just feeling like I let the team down,” Peter’s brow furrowed together as he stood up, pulling the blanket around him tighter, something he forgot about until now was that he was naked under the blanket. His suit was soaked through so Tony took it to get cleaned through properly, “You didn’t let us down, you’ve been doing this since late high school right? And that’s what? 4 years ago, you’re still learning and experiencing life, don’t be too hard on yourself,” Clint smiled at the hero, he’d not long turned twenty, so he was still young to most.

Clint watched the young man walk around, he’d always admired Peter’s strength to never give up, he would keep going despite the odds, and his positivity was something the team also needed. It was something a lot of the older heroes needed… a spark of positivity… Clint watched his friend shiver as he walked around, a small frown of concern for him visible on his features. “Let me take your temperature,” Clint spoke, Peter froze and looked at Clint, “A doctor did that when I got in,” Peter spoke quickly, “What? Afraid I’ll stick it up your cute ass?” Clint smirked, Peter looked away, Clint chuckled, “Well, actually I’ll have to as that’s the best way to check your temperature given the circumstances,” Clint admitted, Peter froze and looked at the ground. The idea of his friend performing the procedure caused a small stir in his stomach.

Peter and Clint were close friends, they helped each other out with a lot of things, but was this overstepping? Or did Peter actually like this idea… as he was still young and experiencing his sexuality, the idea of an older man caring for him piqued his curiosity.

“I’m okay with that,” Peter spoke, a small pitch to his voice, uncertainty, or excitement, the older hero couldn’t tell but smiled reassuringly, “Hey, I’ll make it quick,” Clint smirked and locked the door, “We’re bros, I’ll help you out what anything you need,” Clint added as Peter nodded. Clint watched Peter pull the blanket open and saw he was naked, he moved to the kit on the side and pulled out the thermometer and prepared it for a reading, looking at the notebook next to the medical pack he made a note that another reading was being taken.

Peter moved onto the bed that he had previously sat on, it was more comfortable than the small mattress he had back at his apartment. Peter moved to lay on his side as he did for the doctor earlier today. Clint prepared with some petroleum jelly on the thermometer and after putting on a glove he gently rubbed some on Peter’s ass all while admiring the view. Clint put the thermometer gently between Peter’s cheeks and into his ass, Peter seemed to relax at the feeling but then felt the adrenaline run through him as Clint moved the thermometer gently and out of his ass. Peter’s face burned as Clint lightly slapped his ass with a chuckle, “Wasn’t too bad, was it?” Clint smirked as he moved away to clean up the thermometer and wrote down the number, he was returning to normal temperature so Peter would be fine after a few more hours.

Clint looked back around and saw Peter sitting on the edge of the bed covering himself, he noticed his hands trying to hide his erection. Clint smirked at his friend, “Need a hand?” Clint smirked, Peter’s face burned brightly as Clint moved in front of him, “That looks difficult to hide,” Clint smiled at his friend, “I’ll be okay,” Peter nodded, “Hey, I know that was torture, so let me repay in kind?” Clint smirked as the hero sat on the bed.

Peter hesitated, he looked down at his crotch, the idea made his cock twitch, and his brain fogged over with questions. Clint was offering to give him a hand job. Peter slowly removed his hands, allowing his hardened member to finally stand. A single drop of precum sat proudly on the top of its head. Clint grabbed the jelly he used before and rubbed some between his hands, “I’ll make it quick” Clint smirked as he clasped Peter’s cock, using the same phrase he did earlier, a gasp left his throat as Clint’s thumb rolled over the top and collected the little bead. Clint’s hand slowly moved down to the base; eye contact was kept between them.

Clint moved his other hand to gently grasp Peter’s balls. The moans that left Peter’s throat were sweet and soft, his heart began to race. Clint could read Peter’s face like a book, figuring out that he liked the tip of his cock to be gently caressed while his balls were gently rolled over. The older hero had the experience, that was obvious. Peter’s eyes closed, his mind clouded in bliss and euphoria, he never imagined this was how today was going to wind up.

Clint felt Peter’s balls tense, his hand slowly picked up a pace and Peter’s breath and chest increased in speed. Clint leaned in over Peter’s shoulder and smirked, “You’ve done good today, we all learn from our mistakes. Now be an even better boy and cum,” Clint instructed, Peter whimpered at the command, it was unexpected, Clint was showing a new side to him. Peter gripped onto Clint’s jacket as his release was close, “I can tell you’re almost there,” Clint smirked, Peter could only nod as he groaned.

Peter’s head flew back as he moaned, the older hero held the base of his cock and then slowly pumped the remaining few drops out from Peter. Peter jolted at the sensitivity, Clint smirked at his friend, his semen had landed on his hand and over Peter’s legs and stomach.

“There you go, that should help you rest,” Clint smirked, he grabbed some towels from the side and wiped his hand. Once Clint had cleaned up he gently cleaned Peter up who had lay back on the bed, “Thanks…” Peter spoke, breathlessly and was unable to process any other thought. Clint chuckled at his friend, “What are friends for?” Clint asked, Peter looked down and propped himself up on his elbows, “Don’t go falling in the water again though, that was silly what you did today,” Clint scolded Peter who could only chuckle, “Well, I might just have to do it again now anyway,” Peter smirked, Clint rolled his eyes as he finished cleaning Peter.

“Rest, and when you’re better have a hot shower, you’ll be back to normal soon,” Clint explained, his friend nodded and grabbed the thermal blanket again, as he lay his head down Clint looked at him. “You know I’ll be there to help you with anything, you’re my bro,” Clint added, Peter smiled at the sentiment, “I appreciate that, and this,” Peter smiled, “Night,” Peter nodded, “Good night,” Clint dropped the towels in the wash basket of his room.

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Use All of Me (P.13)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Thirteen) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 3,575 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death

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A branch snapped out in the woods and you turned quickly towards the noise. It was dark outside still, the sun just starting to rise. You had been unable to sleep since 3:30am and instead of tossing and turning that could wake Yua up, you had come out onto the upper balcony with a book and a blanket.

The only sound you heard now was your heart pounding in your ears, worried that you were going to see a shadow step out from behind the trees in the shape of Steve’s broad shoulders.

But the woods were quiet, no looming figures. Slowly, you relaxed, the tension leaving your muscles. You could not see anything, so you nestled back down, opening the book again. After a few minutes, the sound was forgotten, and you were immersed in your book.

When you finally came back inside, Yua was up by then. You walked quietly by Natalie’s still sleeping form and made your way down the stairs carefully. Yua was already at the sink making herself some coffee. She eyed you as you walked into the kitchen.

“God, look how big you are,” Yua said groggily, eyeing your stomach.

“Good morning to you too. And yes, I can feel it,” you jested. “26 weeks.”

She laughed, “I mean honestly. Since this all started out… it’s like you swallowed a volleyball. It just hits me sometimes, still catches me off guard.”

“Soon to be a basketball, I’m sure.”

“Or bigger.”

“Probably bigger,” you admitted, grabbing a glass to get yourself some water.

“Well, you’re not that size yet. So, where is my breakfast? Cause you look like you’ve been up for a while. Why isn’t it ready?” Yua joked.

Yawning, you said, “Well, ma’am, I was actually going to go back to bed after I got something to drink. I’ve been up since 3:30. I couldn’t sleep. And now it’s catching all up to me. But if you would like, I could make you eggs.”

She waved you off, “I was just kidding. Go back to sleep. It’s still early enough! Do you want me to put a plate of food in the fridge for you for whenever you do wake up?”

“That would be nice,” you said before taking a large gulp of the water. You placed the half empty water glass back on the counter and said, “I’ll have that later too. Don’t want to drink too much at one time. The babies have declared a competition on who can kick my bladder the hardest.”

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Back in New York, Clint looked way too proud of himself as he strode into the room, but it caught Steve’s attention because that could mean only one thing. And that thing was going to bode well for him.

He was halfway out of his seat as Clint approached, a wide grin tearing at the sides of his mouth.

“I think I got it,” he said, throwing the few pictures he had printed out upstairs on the desk in front of Steve. Steve sat back down, pulling the photos towards him eagerly. “I saw that one of Natalie’s cousins had some photos up in the woods. I couldn’t get a location on them because I wasn’t friends with him. So, I got Shuri to make up a hack for me to gain access to an account. I chose one of the aunts, disguising it as a money scheme – she fell for it, clicked on the link. I was able to gain access to her account and was able to access more of the photos on his page. He’s got a cabin in New Hampshire.”

Steve was looking at the photos of the family outside their cabin.

“If she isn’t on the trains,” Clint said, excitedly. “Where are we now with the cameras? The west coast? We should have seen her by now if she was on the Amtrak.” He pointed eagerly at the pictures and said, “This might be it. It wouldn’t cost them anything to stay in and it’s probably secluded. It’s not too far but it’s far enough out of state.”

<><><>

Wanda was leaning back on the couch, flipping through a magazine. She had been watching the cameras for most of the early morning, but Tony had arrived around 6:30am, wanting to try different locations so she got up and left, giving him the space he needed.

The phone on the desk rang nearby, drawing her attention instantly, and she sat up, craning her neck to look at it. The phone was the number they had given out on the ads to call if anyone had any information on Y/N’s whereabouts. Tony’s gaze was locked on it too and before he could react, she was there, picking it up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I’m calling about the missing persons ad.”

Wanda’s breath caught for a moment before she breathed, “Yes?”

“For Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Yes,” Wanda said more impatiently.

“Saw a woman like the photo at one of the cabins up here as I was on a walk real early this morning, right as the sun was coming up. She was sitting on the porch, very pregnant. I didn’t get a great look at her, didn’t want to gawk, you know. Plus, I think I was on their property, so I was probably trespassing, but I was following a doe—”

“Where was it at?” Wanda asked, cutting him off in the politest voice she could muster.

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“Steve!” Wanda called, taking the stairs by two. Steve called from the community room and she walked briskly, practically breaking into a jog. When she entered the room, she saw Clint, Sam, and him were looking at some photos on the table. Tearing her attention away from that, she said in a rush, “We maybe got something. A man named Will called about it, saying he thinks he saw Y/N.”

“In New Hampshire?”

“Y-Yes?” Wanda said completely confused at how he knew that.

Clint looked beside himself and Steve demanded, “Where at? Did you get a location?”

Wanda told him the address and Steve pulled his phone out, typing it into the maps app. He slammed his hand down on the desk in triumph, standing quickly. He thrust the phone into Clint’s hands. Sam was trying to peer over Clint’s shoulders to get a look too.

“That’s the same damn cabin,” Steve exclaimed, hardly able to contain his excitement. Wanda took notice of the pictures now, leaning over the table to look at them herself.

“Are we going now?” Sam asked just as Steve breezed past him. His eyes swept to Clint and said, “I guess so then.”

“Ha, teamwork,” Clint smiled, squeezing Wanda on the shoulder encouragingly as he walked by, rushing to follow Steve.

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The team was quick in their assemble upon arrival, Bucky and Natasha having to travel to get there which set Steve on edge because he had been ready immediately in his black suit, anxiousness coursing through him. He was pacing in front of the facility, having a hard time containing the hope blooming. His eyes were set on the tree line, wanting to just get into the car and drive to the address, scoop Y/N up and bring her back home.

He was not going to make the same mistakes he had that had let her slip through his fingers. If he could help it, she would never step foot off that property without him again. He would make sure she learned that lesson as soon as he got her home.

Tony met him at the edge of the entrance patio, not suited up. He was staying behind to monitor from there and he surprised Steve with a small drone, holding it out to him.

“You should not go in there guns blazing before you get sights on her or something to be absolutely sure. Use this. You don’t need to be barging into some random pregnant person’s cabin. Not a good look, not good press. Especially since you’ve got it out there now that you are looking for her. This drone is quiet, but it’s not silent so don’t fly too close or they’ll hear it and it’ll blow your whole covert cover.”

“You mean hovering above the place in a plane isn’t going to do that?”

“You’re not taking a plane, jackass,” Tony retorted, and Steve smirked in response. “Park down the road. You can go in on foot.” Steve thanked him, taking the drone. Tony ran his eyes up and down Steve and asked, “Was it really necessary to get up in the suit?”

“Can’t exactly show up in slacks. Just in case things get squirrelly,” Steve responded.

“’Squirrelly’,” Tony chortled. “Y/N will hardly be able to run.” Steve’s only response to that with a slight smile of acknowledgement. Tony stepped closer and said, “I got something else too. Of course, they say it doesn’t exist because the general public already has an issue with frothing at the mouth with conspiracy theories of the government tracking them. People honestly suffer from grandiosity in this country.” He noticed the impatient look on Steve’s face and apologized, “Sorry. Soap box. How do you feel about a GPS chip?” Steve’s eyes widened in surprise and Tony back tracked quickly. “Right. We can talk about that when she gets back home, safe and sound. I’ve just wanted to try out the new model and she seems like the perfect candidate, perfect circumstance. We’ll chat when you’re back. Don’t forget.”

Tony clapped Steve on the shoulder before walking back towards the door to the elevator.

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The trip up north was taking longer than Steve wanted it to, his fingers drumming impatiently on his thigh as he watched the trees go by. The thought that Y/N would somehow get tipped off and bolt before he got there was eating away at him. He was watching his phone anxiously, seeing them get closer and closer to where the cabin should be.

When Clint pulled off on the highway at what should be the end of the road that would lead to the cabin, Steve threw the door open and stepped outside. He was ready to let the drone go, flying it towards the direction of where the cabin was in a matter of a few moments, the only pause in the effort being from the drone having to start up. Steve was watching the viewing screen of the drone with intensity as it hovered over the trees, keeping an eye peeled as he followed the gravel road. The rest of the team was waiting around the SUV. Bucky leaned against the side, tapping his foot, trying to expel some of the pent-up adrenaline that everyone was garnering, knowing this needed to be executed without injury or incident.

The cabin was there at the end and Steve leaned forward in anticipation seeing the car.

“That looks like the car model,” Tony said over his earpiece. He was able to access the drone’s camera was well back at the facility. “Zoom in a bit to the license plate.” Steve did as he asked and Tony breathed, “Bingo.”

“Alright,” Steve said far more calmly than he felt. “That’s good enough for me.” He walked back towards the open back door of the SUV, walking up and placing the screen just inside. “The cabin is about half a mile away. Clint, stay here with the car and be ready to come up when we are ready to go. I don’t want Y/N to have to walk back down the driveway. Nat, Sam… you’re with me at the front. Buck, take the back of the cabin. Don’t shoot anyone unless I tell you to.”

“Taking the fun out of things,” Bucky halfheartedly joked.

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Stretching out on the bed, your toes curled. A sigh of contentment left your lips as your eyes opened, blinking away your sleep. When your vision focused, you saw the clock said it was almost 11:00am. You had managed to fall back asleep around 7:00am and you felt better now that you had gotten some more sleep. You could barely detect Yua and Natalie speaking in low tones, more than likely trying to avoid waking you up.

The serenity was shattered at the loud bang from on the first floor and you heard Yua scream in alarm. You sat up with difficulty just as the door from the balcony burst open. You jolted to the side, holding your stomach protectively.

Your heart rate slowed only for a moment upon recognizing the man who burst in was Bucky. When his cerulean eyes landed on you, gun pointed in your direction, your heart rate blew past normal, your breath quick.

“Bucky?” you got out in a gasp.

He relaxed ever so slightly, his eyes softening at the sight of you. His gun was no longer pointed at you, hanging at his side now. You did not miss the uptick of his lips, satisfaction flooding his face. But he still stayed on alert, ready to raise his weapon again if needed.

You sat up straight slowly, despite the commotion downstairs, keeping eye contact with him. Getting to your feet you tried to drown out the sounds of shouting downstairs, focusing only on him. His eyes flicked to your stomach, causing your hands to clench tighter around it and he made eye contact with you again.

“You can let me leave,” you said to him, your voice shaking.

Bucky’s laugh was humorless. “Y/N. Sweetheart, c’mon.” He was chastising you for even suggesting it with that tone.

“Buck?”

The sound of his voice rolling up the stairs made you freeze to the spot.

“I’ve got your doll in my scope. She looks good, Steve,” Bucky called back down towards the ground floor.

The sound of his foot on the bottom stair made you flinch. His footfalls were heavy, each step putting another nail in the coffin of your freedom. Your eyes flicked towards the open door and Bucky gave you a disappointed look, taking a step back towards it. He shook his head and you tore your eyes away from him, eyes fixated on the stairs.

He came into view quick, his height surpassing the staircase railing long before Yua or Natalie’s would. The same time elation flew through his features upon seeing you, you felt dread course through your veins. He was geared up, like he was going into a fight. Apparently, he did not underestimate the three of you.

Steve was a foot from you now, his gaze piercing and you were too afraid to take your eyes off him. There were a few moments of silence before he said quietly, “I admit, you have some loyal friends down there. They remind me of Buck.” You said nothing and he asked harshly now, “What did you think this was going to accomplish though, really, Y/N?”

You sucked in your bottom lip, unable to form a sentence in your frightened state about what he was there to do besides take you back.

“Answer me.”

Stammering, you said, “I… I just…” You were embarrassed he was shaking you up so bad. You had been in such a haze, hoping beyond reason that the three of you would eventually be able to settle down and it would blow over. The longer you had stayed away, the more the doubt it could work had been overshadowed by that terrible misleading feeling of hope.

Steve’s expression softened seeing you tripping over your words. He stepped closer and you instinctively stepped back. His lips formed into a thin line, stopping his advancement. “Y/N, doll, please. I want what is best for you. All I want is to take care of you. You worried me, doll. You worried me a lot. Do you know what it felt like to not know where you were? If you were safe? If the children were safe? Can you imagine how utterly upset you made me? How betrayed I felt when I realized you were gone? I leave to let you have a party with your friends, to give you space with them.” You almost flinched at the phrasing, like he had taken the words right out of your mouth. If he noticed, he did not show it. He continued on, “I leave a gift behind for you to find, something I built for you and the babies, and how do you repay me? You left. Without a word. Like I didn’t matter. Did you even see the gift?”

“No,” you whispered.

“Of course you didn’t. You didn’t care enough to look. You were only concerned with yourself. Out of everyone in the world, I didn’t think it would be you that would betray me like this. You told me you loved me.”

Heat rose to your cheeks as your eyes glistened with tears. He sounded deeply hurt, wounded. You could see it in his eyes.

“I can forgive you, Y/N. Trusting you is something else entirely. I don’t think that’s an option right now. But… I can forgive you. You just have to come back and be good.”

You averted your gaze, your chest tightening at his order.

Steve closed the space between you, and you did not move away this time. He hooked his fingers underneath your chin, tipping your head up. “It’s me…” Steve told you as his eyes hardened, and he warned gravely, “Or nobody.”

You did not have to imagine all the guns pointed at your friends downstairs. You either left with them both dead and back with Steve. Or left with them both alive and with Steve. Either way, he had you enveloped back to him. The degree of guilt is what you were choosing, that’s what he was giving you.

You were taking too long to answer.

Steve looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with Bucky. Bucky started walking towards the staircase where he could look down on the living room.

“Steve, don’t—” you choked out.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“You’re scaring me.”

“Good.”

You let out a strangled noise before you got out in between tears, “I won’t ever try to leave you again, I swear. I’ll stay home for you. I’ll take care of the twins. I’ll do what you ask, I’ll listen, like I promised. I’ll be happy.”

“Were you ever?” He asked coldly.

“I w-was,” you said shakily, nodding. Nodding to convince yourself, remind yourself that you had been. “I was, really.”

“And what changed that, hmm?”

“You… you locked me away in the house.”

His lips twitched at the accusation and you feared you had made a misstep, fearing for Yua and Natalie. He did not make a move though except to say, “And why did I do that?”

He wanted you to say what he believed. He wanted you to believe it too. The tears were fat rolling down your cheeks as you whispered, “Because… you wanted to keep me safe.”

“That’s right, doll,” Steve breathed easier, smiling. His fingers caressed your face. “That’s exactly what I was doing. And you pulling this little stunt proved my gut instinct was right, didn’t it? You need protection, especially from yourself. You are impulsive and don’t think about the long-term repercussions of your actions.” His hand came to rest on your abdomen, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me, doll. I want you to just come home and let me take care of you. That’s what’s going to happen. Right?”

“Yes,” a voice that sounded like yours said; it was like you were outside your body. “Yes, I want that.”

“That’s what I thought,” Steve said, leaning forward and giving you a long kiss on your forehead.

“My friends?” you choked out.

Steve pulled away from you and smirked at you. “Hmm, maybe you can be concerned with more than yourself. Maybe I was too harsh there for a moment… what about your friends?”

“Please don’t hurt them. Please let them leave and go back home unharmed.”

He exhaled heavily and asked seriously, “And why should I do that?”

“Bucky would help you if you asked.” Bucky turned his head towards the pair of you and you tried to pretend like you did not notice his gaze. “It’s not their fault. I asked for help. It’s my fault. They shouldn’t be punished for my mistake. Please don’t make them pay for my behavior.”

Steve looked contemplative and you waited with bated breath, hoping he would react positively to your display of holding yourself liable. He wanted you to beg and you were giving it to him.

Over his shoulder, he finally ordered, “Let the ladies grab their things and get out of here. They’re safe… as long as Y/N continues to behave.” You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off by pressing a button on his earpiece. “Barton, we’re ready. Come on up.”

He grasped your arm and you tried to yank your arm away from him. He was far too strong and jolted you to him. “Don’t go messing this up now, Y/N. You were doing so well. Don’t make this harder for me than it has to be to get you in the damn car. You got what you wanted with your friends; you just need to uphold your side of the bargain.”

~~~

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#steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark marvel #dark marvel fic #marvel fic #my shit

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hikarimiyanaga · 3 years

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I'll Always Be Yours (Part 4)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Fourth Song : Kung ‘Di Rin Lang Ikaw (If it’s not you)

You finally try to move on… but you’ve always had a stubborn heart.

A/N : Had to get help because google translate is making my brain hurt.

Warning : Angst Still

That doesn't get removed until the last three songs. So enjoy.

Dialogues that are in parenthesis are spoken in Japanese in this.

If you were not the reason

Will it force my heart not to be hurt?

If it’s not you then it won’t matter

I will be forced to hope for the two of us

It wasn’t as if you didn’t try to love other girls before… just. When you had the best, others can’t really compare. Even if you have touched others, you still remember her the most. Even if others have kissed you, it was still her lips that you crave the most. Even if others flirt with you, it was still her laughter that you want.

Loving has never been easy for you… Not when someone has stolen your heart and has never given it back.

“Y/N?” Silvia calls out and you hum. The woman besides you stir and you quickly wear your clothes. You sigh and open your hotel room door.

“Had a late night snack?” You groan as you glare at her.

“Where’s Miyuki?” “Right here!” Miyuki greets and she waves a box of donuts at your face. You quickly snatches it and takes one for yourself. You let them inside as the woman from the night before opens the bedroom door.

“Oh. You have visitors.”

“Yeah.” The woman, still naked, goes to you and gets a donut without a care. She goes back inside your bedroom and presumably dresses herself.

“Jesus. What the fuck?” You see Silvia has turned around while Miyuki just gets a donut from the box.

“Seriously? Are you a virgin?”

“Still! GOD!”

“She’s a gentlewoman.” Miyuki answers and you nod.

“Yeah. I got that… have you done it?”

“DAMN IT! Don’t answer, Miyuki! I swear!”

“Oh! Sp-“ Silvia screeches and you laugh at her.

You were listening to music as Silvia and Miyuki flirt in the other room inside the Ryokan that you were in. You decided to travel around Japan while… trying to get over Natasha. Your phone pings. Another video of her. You decide to ignore it this time and look out of the window. You hum along with the music.

“Hey, boss?” After what seemed like hours, Silvia finally checks in on you.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You going to go in the baths, boss?” Miyuki asks and you shake your head.

“Maybe tomorrow.”

“Okay. Call us if you need us.” You nod and they close the door to your room.

You’ve been in Japan for a week now. And was it breathtaking. You wonder why your mother never brought you here before… oh.

Natalia hums as you kiss the top of her head.

“What’s that?” You ask as you sit besides her.

“Japan.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. It’ where my next target is.”

“Oh. Damn.” Natalia hums and she snuggles into you more. “I wanna go there with you.”

“For real?” You hum.

“Yeah. I want to travel the world with you. No mission, no target. Just us.”

“Is that a promise?” You smirk and nod.

“Of course, for our forever.”

You run a hand through your hair and sigh… that’s why.

“She’s in Japan right now.” Natasha and Clint groans at that.

“Damn it.”

“Oh. Her paintings look beautiful.” Natasha’s ears perk up at that.

“Paintings?”

“Yeah. Look. The highest price ever of one of her paintings is 10 million dollars… she donates most of them to charities.”

“Oh. Wow.” Natasha smiles at your paintings and her heart stops at a particular portrait… it was her.

“Nat.” Clint calls out and Natasha looks at him. “You’re crying.” Natasha quickly wipes her tears away as Tony zooms on the portrait.

“Is this you?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know her?”

“Yeah.”

“Interesting… I’ll have to go to one of her exhibitions then.”

It's cold and I can't move

My difficult heart wants is all you

You were at a club with Silvia and Miyuki, and the two were clearly grinding to each other. You were cold already but didn’t want to ruin their fun so you stayed despite your freezing ass.

(“Hi?”) A woman asks as she sits besides you.

(“Oh. Hello.”) You reply in Japanese which made her smirk.

(“So you know Japanese. I thought you were a foreigner.”)

(“I am. I just love languages… and learned some of them.”)

“Baby, shouldn’t you be resting when you’re with me?” Natalia bites her finger and hums. “Nat. Come on.”

“But I need to learn this!” She huffs as she plops onto you. You grunt as she settles on your lap.

“Don’t worry.” You pick up the book and smile at her. “I’ll help you.”

You learned together with her.

(“Oh. So you’re smart too.”)

(“You could say that.”) You take a sip of your drink and you check the woman out. She was gorgeous and sexy… but somehow you’re mind can only think of Nat tonight. (“And my friends are so drunk.”) You stand and pay your tab. (“Maybe I’ll see you around, gorgeous.”) She giggles and nods at you. You go to Silvia and Miyuki who are just straight making out in the dancefloor. You break their kiss and drag them to the Ryokan you were staying in.

If it’s not us at the end

Restrain myself not to fall in love again

If it’s not us at the end

Will I stop my heart to love you?

You hum as Silvia and Miyuki groan. The three of you are eating breakfast at the Ryokan. And while you were calmly eating yours, they were both in pain.

“This is what happens, when you two are jealous and are drinking.”

“What?”

“Silvia is jealous of that man that you called your best friend.”

“Oh. Shinichiro?”

“So many syllables.” You mumble as you drink down your green tea. Miyuki is teasing Silvia when you leave them. Your phone pings and it was an e-mail this time… from Stark Industries? No… from Tony Stark himself.

Jesus. A promise of at least a million if you reserve a spot for your next exhibition. You replied.

“I’m in.” Tony smirks at Natasha and tosses his phone to the table.

“What?”

“Your girlfriend? The Painter? I got her to reserve me a spot for her next art exhibition.” Natasha smiles and hugs Tony.

“Thanks, Tony.” He nods at her and gets his breakfast.

“Hey, boss?” You hum and look at Silvia. “A woman is trying to get past Miyuki and insists that you know her.” You turn and see the gorgeous woman from the bar.

“I know her. Let her through your girlfriend.”

“You sure?” You nod in confirmation and Silvia leaves to let Miyuki let the woman go through.

(“Your bodyguards are overprotective of you.”) You smirk.

(“That’s what I pay them for.”) She laughs then sits beside you.

(“I haven’t introduced myself yet.”) You hum and look at her. (“The name’s Yukino, I’m a curator.”) You raise your eyebrows at her. (“And you’re master Y/N Y/LN.”) You chuckle.

(“So you have any motives in talking with me?”)

(“Yes?”) You hum. (“A date, if I can.”) You laugh and agree.

It’s been a week since you’ve been casually seeing Yukino. She wasn’t just gorgeous and sexy. She was also kind, smart and a bad-ass… she kinda remind-

You take a sharp breath to stop your mind from going back to her… but you can’t help it. Specially when you think of how Yukino laughs. It sounds so good but. You run a hand through your hair.

“GODDAMN IT!” You shout in frustration and you rip away the sketch that has her face on it. You cry and break down. You have to break up with Yukino. She was amazing… which is why you can’t promise her a relationship. Not when Natasha clearly still has your heart.

You were eating ice cream while binge watching true crime documentaries… they were morbid for other people but you always loved them. Specially when you watched them with her. You had to see a teary-eyed Yukino while you told her that someone else still had your heart. Your stubborn heart would have loved her. If only you had it then you would’ve fall for her.

“Fuck you, Nat.” You mumble, bitter on missing out on a relationship that would’ve been amazing.

If you were not the reason

Will you choose to avoid to not get hurt?

If not you then who else?

The tears in the morning for the two of us

Releasing because I’m unable to move

Do you stop your heart that is shouting another?

You’ve gathered all of your sketchpads that was full of her drawings… and damn was it a lot.

“Damn, boss.” Silvia whistles when the two steps into your room.

“What are you planning to do with all of them?”

“I don’t know either.” You groan and lay on the floor.

“Want us to burn them?” Miyuki punches Silvia’s shoulder who winces.

“No.” You sigh as you sit up. “Just. I need time to myself.” They nod and leave you alone. You cry as you mourn your heart. The what-ifs. Every relationship that could’ve been happy. And you mourn your future. Because you know… you could never truly get over her.

You release all of them as you think about how easy it was for her to kiss Steve. How good they looked together. How being heroes together must’ve cemented their relationship.

You break down as you sob your heart out.

I’m lost and the view is distant

Preventing my heart that is forcing you

You stare out at the view… it was beautiful but you somehow can’t appreciate it enough to draw it.

“Boss, lunch.”

“Wha- Oh.” You get the food and thank Miyuki. They were both worried for you. You’ve been staring but were not moving your pencil.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” You sigh and shake your head at her. “Do you still blame yourself for Yukino?” You chuckle.

“No. I don’t blame me.” You smile weakly at her. “I blame Natasha.”

“Natasha?”

“Yeah. Romanoff.”

“The Black Widow?” You nod in confirmation and Miyuki tilts her head at you. You smile.

“She used to be mine.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

“Can’t get over her?”

“I don’t think I ever will.” You eat your lunch.

#Natasha Romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader #Marvel #Marvel Fanfic #Black Widow x Reader #Black Widow x you #Natasha x you

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adamwatchesmovies · 3 years

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The Avengers (2012)

Yes, we're talking about The Avengers again. Someone suggested we watch it. I thought "why not?". Soon after, I was once again gripped by its story and enthusiastically looking forward to what was coming next - even though I knew exactly what would.

Set after Thor, Loki (Tom Hiddleston), suddenly appears on Earth, determined to open a portal that will allow his new-found army to attack. Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson) must find a way to united the world’s greatest heroes against him: Iron Man/Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.), Captain America/Steve Rogers (Chris Evans), Bruce Banner/The Hulk (Mark Ruffalo), Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff (Scarlett Johansson), Clint Barton/Hawkeye (Jeremy Renner) are soon joined by Thor himself (Chris Hemsworth) and form “The Avengers”.

With a colossal budget of $220 million, top-notch special effects and action sequences were basically a guarantee. There are many throughout and they’re nice and varied. Thanks to Loki’s manipulations we have our heroes fighting each other, then his innumerable minions. That’s nice, but if you just wanted mindless action you could find that elsewhere. It's what's between the fights that make this movie special. On top of the 6 main heroes, we have the villain and important side characters such as Agents Phil Coulson (Clark Gregg) and Maria Hill (Cobie Smulders). That's a lot of people. It could've been too many but it isn't. Despite everything, all the Avengers and their associates are fully developed, well-rounded characters. They are the human anchor amid the out-there alien invasion plot.

They all feel genuine because everyone is given not just time by themselves, but also interactions with each other. You learn a lot about Captain America when he comments to himself on how a situation is, and in the ways he argues or agrees with the others. The dialogue shows the team's dynamics; who is where on the totem pole, what their history is like, where they're going.

While the alien army itself isn’t explored very much - they become mindless drones you can blast away without remorse - Loki makes up for it in spades. Whenever he appears, you're forced to pause and think. Who is playing who? Was he planning on giving away that clue as a way to lure his enemies into a trap, or is it simply a demonstration of how deeply his hatred and arrogance run? Is it even possible to trick the trickster god? Though unassuming when compared to his co-stars, Tom Hiddleston brings to life a magnetic villain whose threat is constant because of his intelligence. With so many characters to juggle and the introduction of the team being a large time-consuming element of the movie, it was a smart move to take advantage of someone we already know and have them start running immediately.

With the ever-expanding Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers could easily be mistaken for just "another one" but it's a special movie. I'll even call it essential viewing. It’s got great re-watch value and works on so many levels. There's a lot of humor throughout but it never cuts the legs under the rest of the film. You don't even necessarily need to have seen the other stories (though you really should) to get have a great time. I love this movie and I can’t recommend it highly enough. When you see it, don't forget to stick around to the end of the credits too, for a bonus scene you won’t want to miss. (On DVD, December 31, 2015)

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elwenyere · 3 years

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Deck the Halls

(Steve/Tony fluff, in which the Avengers make their own holiday decorations, and it goes about as well as you would expect)

Also on AO3

“Okay,” Tony said, “I am willing to admit that putting repulsors on the Iron Man ornaments was not my best idea.”

He paused to duck as a pillow, half a molasses crinkle, and what looked suspiciously like a tranquilizer dart flew at him from three different locations in the Avengers common room.

“But I maintain,” he continued from behind the couch, “that the underlying principle of the design is both technologically sound and aesthetically adorable. Also, refs, can I get a rule check on ‘no using knock-out techniques on your teammates’?”

“If I wanted you knocked out, you’d be dreaming of sugar plums right now,” Natasha called out from somewhere behind a makeshift barricade of packages and wrapping-paper rolls. One of the tiny Iron Men buzzed over her head, sending a barrage of dime-sized repulsor blasts at a Rudolph gift bag, and Natasha shot the ornament out of the air with her Widow’s Bites.

“Also, calling in the refs is a pretty bold move,” Bruce added, “considering that the miniature murder bots guarding our Christmas tree are in flagrant violation of rules ten through fifteen.”

Bruce’s voice was slightly distorted by the walls of his blanket fort, which Steve had suggested building as an anti-Hulking measure when the first wave of ornaments flew off their branches and into attack formation. So far the strategy had proved successful, with only one close call after Thor almost collided with the fort during an enthusiastic mid-air tackle.

“Remind me never to do holiday dinners with you guys again,” Rhodey groaned. He was crouched next to Tony behind the couch opposite Steve’s, and Steve could hear the faint whir of the War Machine gauntlet as he scanned the room. “I could be falling asleep on my couch to the Vince Guaraldi Trio, and instead I’m hiding from an army of weaponized Christmas figurines.”

“When you’re subpoenaed for the inevitable senate hearing about this, just remember: it was all Steve’s fault,” Tony advised.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Steve replied, adding an eye roll that he knew Tony would hear in his voice.

It was true that Steve had been the one to suggest that they make their own decorations for the Tower this year. But it was also true that Steve’s contribution (a hand-drawn series of family holiday cards to hang on the fridge) had been the only one that hadn’t tended to produce chaos. Thor and Natasha’s idea to braid garlands had started out innocently enough. But then they’d decided to add “motivational mead” to the creative process. Ten hours later, they’d produced so many strings of spruce, holly, and taffeta that the garlands had to be looped around every available surface, twisting around lamps and chair legs until the common room looked like it was being slowly strangled to death by a festive boa constrictor. Bruce – in a complete failure to learn from the previous Halloween’s Saltwater Taffy Incident – had concocted a spiced eggnog so addictively good that each new batch he made disappeared almost immediately – setting off a cycle of recrimination and dairy-based hoarding. And Clint had stayed true to form by making an extremely explicit, themed pin-up calendar of himself, which had been quickly banned from all common areas by a 4-2 vote (“I think these poses are courageous,” Thor had explained, “considering your very small human sizes”).

“Blame is assigned by the survivors, Stark,” Natasha said evenly. Her face darted into view at one end of her barricade, next to a box wrapped in “Hulk Smash!” paper. “And if we don’t get these ornaments contained before Bruce’s chocolate pecan pie has to come out of the oven, I can’t guarantee that anyone in this room will qualify.”

“How many left, JARVIS?” Tony asked.

“Just three, sir,” the crisp voice replied. “And my sensors indicate they are all locked in a standoff with the large stuffed hedgehog on the lower floor.”

“Do I have to ask?” Rhodey muttered.

“It’s for Pepper,” Tony explained, “a running gag: she thinks it’s hilarious.”

“We should set a trap to draw out the remaining ornaments,” Steve decided. “I want eyes on the perimeter – where the hell is Clint anyway?”

As if on cue, a grappling arrow shot across the room and latched onto the side of a container of eggnog. The metal wire attached to the hook pulled taut and then retracted with a sharp twang, yanking the eggnog over their heads and back into the air vent.

“You have a problem, man!” Rhodey yelled after Clint’s feet as they slithered away from the opening in the ducts. “Get help!”

“Ah that gives me an idea!” Thor exclaimed. He popped his head up from behind the kitchen counter, where he had apparently been braiding one of the garlands into his hair. “The tiny Iron Soldiers seem determined to guard the spirit of the holidays. Perhaps we can use that to our advantage.”

“Right,” Tony agreed, “cover me.”

He stood up and strode toward the Christmas tree, gauntlet charging.

“Come out, my tiny, murderous robot sons,” Tony called, “or I’m going to turn your favorite tree into a pile of toothpicks.”

“Did you actually equip them with audio sensors? Or are you just grandstanding?” Rhodey asked.

“Kind of stepping on my moment here, Gumdrop,” Tony replied.

And whether it was because the ornaments had somehow sensed a threat to the tree or because they had successfully subdued all the stuffed animals in the vicinity, Steve’s ears suddenly picked up the low whine that meant hostile décor was incoming. As Tony held his position, Steve saw Natasha, Rhodey, and Thor leap out from cover and take aim at the three diminutive Iron Men that were shooting toward their creator’s head.

“Tony!” Steve yelled, and Tony let out a small yelp of surprise as Steve tackled him sideways onto the couch. Steve curled his body protectively around Tony’s, and he threw up his shield just in time to shelter them from the disintegrated ornaments, which fell like a shower of harmless glitter into a halo around their heads.

Steve cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks flush slightly as a chunk of armor the size of a pea pattered onto the couch next to them with a barely audible fizzle.

“My hero,” Tony smirked.

“A bit overdramatic, Rogers,” Thor observed.

“Ooooooh, Captain America!” Clint called in a high-pitched voice from a nearby vent. “You’re so dreamy. Will you sign my chest?”

A chorus of boos and a smattering of tossed cookies followed Clint’s laughing retreat back through the ducts.

“So I’m thinking the Mark II ornaments should come with a fail-safe button,” Tony mused, looking up at Steve with his head still resting in the crook of Steve’s arm.

“Tony,” Steve sighed.

“What?” Tony asked with exaggerated innocence. “I have models for the whole team. There’s even a little Cap ornament with magnets for the hug and fly.”

Steve chewed his bottom lip.

“Are you trying not to smile?” Tony asked.

“I’m trying to contain my disapproval,” Steve replied.

“You’re trying not to smile,” Tony confirmed. “Let it out, Steve. I’m objectively delightful.”

“You’re objectively a threat to national security,” Steve retorted.

“Yeah, and you love it,” Tony nodded. “That’s like…your number one turn on.”

Steve finally allowed a smile to spread across his face. In the part of his mind that was always scanning his periphery, he was aware of Natasha helping Bruce out of his blanket fort and picking a piece of lint out of his hair – her hand lingering a little longer than necessary as Bruce assured her he had a backup pie in the fridge. Rhodey and Thor were loudly concocting plans to smoke Clint out (and pointedly ignoring Clint’s own contributions from the vent above them). And in the center, as always, was Tony, who was grinning victoriously as he took in Steve’s expression.

“You’re right,” Steve told him. “I do love you.”

Tony's smile froze in momentary surprise and then softened.

“This is how you want to say that for the first time?” he asked teasingly, his hands coming up to brush at Steve’s sides just above the hem of his jeans. “On the couch, surrounded by our catcalling friends and the scorched remains of the homicidal holiday ornaments I created?”

“Yep,” Steve answered, leaning down to kiss Tony’s forehead. “I love that you make messes,” a kiss on the right cheek, “I love that you invite messes to move in,” a kiss on the left cheek, “I love that since I met you, you’ve made every mess of mine your mess too,” a final kiss – as gentle as Steve could make it – on Tony’s lips. “I love you, Tony.”

He pulled back so he could look into Tony’s eyes and watch the rapid play of emotion across his face – always too fast to track.

“I love you too, you big sap,” Tony replied, and as the team whooped and set off a round of Christmas crackers, he pulled Steve back down by the front of his Iron Man sweater.

#stony #stevetony #stony fanfiction #festive ficlet #avengers as family #domestic avengers #avengers tower #this got a little cracky #they're human disasters your honor #happy holidays #thank you for reading

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iamnmbr3 · 3 years

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Loki is a literal saint. There is no other option. Watching movies I am still amazed at his kindness, patience and good manners towards all those scoffers. I hope he went to Christian Heaven, not the cruel Valhalla with the manipulative Frigga and the cruel Odin. I really wish Jesus would hug Loki and tell him that he deserves to be happy.

Personally I think Loki does also have flaws. What makes him interesting to me is that he is a very complicated and grey character. He is the outsider and the other. He is raised in a culture that values being a warrior and enjoying warfare for its own sake, and yet he is someone who fights only when it is necessary and is willing to lie and to kill to prevent war. He is someone deeply shaped by trauma and betrayal. I think the ways all of this feeds into his viciousness and resentment are really interesting. I saw a post once that talked about how Loki isn't “a good victim” and I just love that. He lashes out in messy and complicated ways. He doesn’t just sit there and look sad.

Over the course of Thor 2011 we see his downfall - and it very much mirrors the arc of a Shakespearean tragic hero. We see him victimized and hurt and we see him fail in ways beyond his control. We see the context and circumstances that lead him to his fall and we empathize and recognize it as deeply tragic. Yes by the end he’s literally crying but he’s also angry and snarling. We see his vulnerability and his poison - this roiling complex mess of contradictory emotion and conflict. That’s what makes him endlessly fascinating to me.

That said I do think Loki’s��held to a different standard by the narrative framing than other characters. For example in Thor 2011 Thor laughing and enjoying himself while murdering Jotnar (aka fully sapient and sentient people!!!) for fun is basically given a pass but Loki is framed as treacherous and evil for getting several Aesir guards and several Jotnar killed in the beginning of the movie not for fun, but as part of his plan to avert a war. Similarly, Loki killing people on earth in Avengers while under the influence of mind control is framed as the height of evil while Clint doing the same thing under mind control is framed as him being a victim. Etc. Also the ways he’s been victimized definitely gets downplayed a lot.

Interestingly the narrative tends to vilify him for things that aren’t his fault and never really engages very much with his actual bad acts because it raises too many complicated questions. Nobody seems to care much about the guards who died when Loki let the Jotnar into the vaults. Loki was willing to sacrifice them to save lives and prevent the war Thor would have inevitably started. But they still died. As did the Jotnar he let in. That was a very morally grey choice. Thor and Odin don’t seem to particularly mourn their deaths either and seem to view them as expendable. Engaging with this would require engaging with the ways Asgardian society and the hero-coded characters are also flawed, and with he reasons Loki chose to do what he did (namely he felt he had no other choice to stop a war) so it just sort of gets glossed over.

Similarly, Loki’s attempted destruction of Jotunheim in the context of his suicidal self hatred resulting from the discovery that he himself is Jotun gets dropped after the first movie. We never engage with the fact that Loki feels the way he does because he was raised in a society where genocidal hatred of the Jotnar was the norm (as a child Thor already talked about wiping them all out so he obviously was mirroring the adults around him), that his parents knew his true origins and planned to tell him one day but allowed these attitudes to go unchecked in their society and in their own family, that Loki despite all this actually wanted to avoid killing the Jotnar and viewed them more as people (he tried to engage Laufey diplomatically to avoid a fight) and wanted to avoid a war until he learned the truth of his origins, had a breakdown, and tried to kill himself and his own people. We also never engage with the fact that Loki changed his mind and that under his rule in Ragnarok we see that he’s worked to change the attitudes towards Jotnar in Asgardian society.

I would have loved to see more of Loki coming to terms with his identity, but again this would have led to engaging with the ways Asgaridan society and the heroes are deeply flawed. I wish Thor came to realize some of these things and Ragnarok featured reconciliation and Loki and Thor both vowing to build a better, less flawed society. I mean we sort of got that, but we never get Thor realizing how similar he was to Hela or why Loki did what he did in Thor 2011 or any of that.

#was this ask probably sarcastic and in bad faith? yeah. am I gonna give it the benefit of the doubt and give a serious answer? also yes.#asks #Loki #Thor #Marvel #MCU

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starcityhq · 3 years

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THIS IS IT —

Bruce Banner and Tim Drake knew they couldn’t ignore the alarming level of gamma radiation permeating the city since NOVA’s departure. Their concerns were brought to Bruce Wayne and Steve Rogers, along with detailed reports and explanations. However, no one could ignore the greatest possible threat presented to them: a nuclear bomb.

Things moved quickly after that. A small team was assembled to infiltrate NOVA’s Headquarters for information, but to also be prepared for a confrontation. No one knew how much time they had. The situation was dire. This time, however, they wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Scott Summers stayed behind with a group of mutants - mutants prepared and equipped to shield the city in case of nuclear disaster. A second group remained in Star City man comms and funnel information between parties. Throughout it all, the public remained unaware of the underlying crisis.

But not for long.

As the mission is underway, citizens are enjoying what they believe to be a nice, normal day. The air is cool and crisp, but the sun is shining. It’s a beautiful day for a little chaos.

At least, that’s what Joker thinks. And after so much buildup, he’s ready to unleash his little plan on the world. In the dead of night the day before, he had sent his men out to rig up a giant screen concealed within a billboard which looked like it was advertising for a new play going up called “The Main Event.” Identical boards were positioned carefully throughout the high trafficked areas in the city.

Joker straightens his tie as he prepares to help Star City greet the day with a gripping drama he has created all by himself. There are so many ways this could have gone awry. If Superman had come after him that day after the park with Lucy. If Anton Satan has taken his warning a little more seriously. If Rick Flagg had caught him during the Kryptonite heist shrouded by the chaos of the riots after the NOVA explosion. He would have to thank all of his supporting actors: Scarecrow, Kite-Man, Harley, of course, and even Money Shot—Payload—for their contributions, but it would be Joker reaping the benefits.

3...2...1… Showtime.

A gloved finger flicked a switch on his control board and Joker kicked back to wait as his goons lured Superman to his location. The billboards all over the city were suddenly graced with his face.

“What a beautiful morning to you, Star City,” an all too familiar voice echoes from every television set in the city. All the places the broadcast avenues he had jacked would have reached. Television sets, streaming, and of course, the electronic billboards in the streets all feature his pearly whites and the sinister grin that accompanies them.

“Since it’s been so long since you and I have had a proper show, I figured you had to be missing me terribly. All this chaos and not even a little bit of fun to cut the ugly? It’s a crime worse than any that I could commit. We all need a little laughter once and a while or I’ve found that we have the tendency to… just explode.”

“Things have certainly been in a whirlwind since we last spoke, haven’t they? Barely any time to laugh at all. Those heroes all need to unwind once and awhile, just like us, but it must just feel soooo out of control. So… how about we do a little favor to one of the guys that puts in so many hard hours for us doing big big favors? Ladies and gentleman, for your viewing pleasure, I’ve set up a little game for none other than the Man of Steel himself to give him back all the control he needs.”

“I’ve come to learn,” he said, more for the benefit of the onlookers than Superman, who could also hear him speaking now, “that Superman is really more of a family man than any of us could ever have guessed. But which is more important? Family or fellowship? After all, you all look to Supes, don’t you? Would he choose the needs of the many or the needs of the favored? Strap a bomb to a man’s family or under a man’s city, and then the choices really get tough. Maybe control’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”

And with that, Joker has taken control of the bomb.

This event will have teams in different locations. If you would like to be added to a team or if you would like to be switched to a different team, please message an admin and let us know!

TEAM A:

MEMBERS: Bruce Wayne, Steve Rogers, Diana Prince, Barry Allen, Oliver Queen, Erik Lehnsherr, Wanda Maximoff, Anna Raven, Jihl Nabel, Bucky Barnes, Dick Grayson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, & Tommy Shepherd.

LOCATION: NOVA’s new Headquarters, 500 miles outside of Star City.

OBJECTIVE: Infiltrate NOVA for information on the location of a possible nuclear weapon. Use force if necessary.

TEAM B:

MEMBERS: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Roy Harper, Donna Troy, & Airen Ravencroft.

LOCATION: Wayne Manor.

OBJECTIVE: Provide ground support and gather information for Team A.

TEAM C:

MEMBERS: Scott Summers, Bobby Drake x 2, Julian Keller, Gabby Kinney, Nathan Summers, Emma Frost, & Quentin Quire.

LOCATION: District X.

OBJECTIVE: Prepare for the worst case scenario should the bomb go off.

Any character not on a team is free to react to the bomb threat however you’d like! Remember that Star City is an island. There is a single bridge and a ferry, but with the ensuing panic, no one is getting anywhere any time soon. Feel free to have your character stuck in traffic, on the ferry, ect., or message the main if you’d like ideas on how to participate! There are plenty of heroes and villains still in the city to help out/wreck more havoc!

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veryvincible · 3 years

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In your opinion; does Tony have an abandonment issue?

Good question. I think yes, but also no. But mostly yes.

What I mean by that is... Tony has some canonical issues with certain aspects of mental health. That’s known to all. His alcoholism is a part of him, as is his depression (which was once stated to be MDD, but kind of manifests itself as different forms of depression based on the writers, which is similar to the point I’m about to make here).

Characters that have been around as long as Tony has are only sort of cohesive at any given point. If you had characters that fluctuated this much in an original television series, you would have a fandom more prone to griping than most television shows do. But instead of this being a television series with less time to flesh out characters and more of an expectation to provide something stable and satisfying, this is decades worth of comic books, and the common understanding among comic fans (especially long-term comic fans) is that you can’t expect that level of cohesiveness without being severely let down, like, every time a new run with a new writer is released.

If we were viewing Tony as one whole person-- like, an actual living person-- then yes, 100%, I’d assume he has some serious abandonment issues. He was a sensitive, people pleasing kid who was abused, shipped off at the ripe age of 7 or 8 or whatever, and then relentlessly bullied for God knows how long. He got a girlfriend and was immediately and violently torn away from her. He had a friend who later on tried to virtual reality murder him. He fell into many, many awful relationships. He fell into many relationships that were so good he thought they’d end in marriage, and then (with few exceptions like Bethany Cabe, who he ended on good terms with), they ended in death or betrayal instead.

And that’s just the normal-adjacent stuff. That’s not even counting how he’s handled friendships, most notably everything that went down in CW with his hero-turned-bestie suddenly personifying the antithesis of his ethical theory of choice so intensely that it tears them apart.

We do get to see Tony break down often. We get to see him respond poorly to being isolated, and his heartbreak is palpable. But, given how high stakes so much of his life is (insert Clint Barton quote about extraordinary people having equally extraordinary highs and lows here), we can’t really assume that any of this is... tied to his past issues, I guess, aside from the obvious references to alcohol and the fact that he is, at the very least, Mentally Ill.

There aren’t a lot of points in canon where it’s easy to say for sure that a writer intended his behaviors in one scene to link back to learned or conditioned behaviors from his past. What we see most often is him either 1) mentioning past relationship traumas, or 2) being thrown back into those traumas. We don’t see him scowling at older businessmen that remind him of his father, we see hallucinations or nightmares of his father. We don’t see him nervous about an addictive personality, we see him keeping watered down bottles of scotch on his shelves to remind him of what he’s been through. And, to be clear, none of these are bad references. They’re honestly what work best in terms of making his character feel like a person in the long term. Explicit callbacks and trends like this make it so that every writer has a jumping-off point. Even when they butcher themes, they’re butchering familiar themes, which is both better and worse than starting from shitty misconceptions about certain characters alone.

So, yes, I think it’s incredibly likely that someone like him would form abandonment issues-- if not because he’s afraid of being alone, then at least because he’s afraid of what abandonment would mean. Did he do something wrong? Is he not as in control of himself as he thought he was? Is he in control of himself, and he just deluded himself into thinking he can navigate relationships decently when that’s not the case? There’s a lot that he could realistically consider, especially given how he lives his life less for himself and more for others, and being good to others/good for the world is the priority there.

And when I (and many other fic writers, I’m sure) write him, because fanfictions are slightly more self-contained and you have the opportunity to provide a more cohesive portrayal of a character, it’s easier to have those more subtle callbacks and references to conditioned behaviors within one work. You’re not restricted by the understandable boundaries that canon writers are, so you can focus more on character studies and building a believable timeline.

Tl;dr: Yes, I think he would, and yes, I tend to write him this way, but in canon, we don’t always have the privilege of using more specific terms when we’re trying to determine what ails him as a whole character.

#cassks #good luck though you probably CAN find a run and point to it as a self contained example of tony with abandonment issues #but none come to mind immediately so i did not include any examples of this #tony stark

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thebibliomancer · 4 years

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #223: of Robin Hoods and Roustabouts

September, 1982

Apparently a “roustabout” is an unskilled or casual labor.

And lets admit the obvious that if Hawkeye is either of the two things, he’s a robin hood. And its not inaccurate but be nicer to Scott Lang.

Even if he manages to be even more hapless in this issue then in modern takes that leans into him being a fuck-up.

As for the cover? Pretty striking cover. I’ve been waiting for Hawkeye to shoot Ant-Man at someone. Its apparently an Iconic Avengers moment and to think it first happens in a filler.

Because I’m pretty sure this is a filler. Its written by David Michelinie alone instead of Jim Shooter getting a plotter or co-writer credit. It doesn’t really have anything from the dangling plot threads of Hank Pym or the Masters of Evil.

Between this and and the filler with the immortal child who badly wanted to die and all of the plotter or co-writer credits, you just really get a sense that Jim Shooter did not have time to devote to Avengers anymore.

So what kind of filler will this be? Weird? Impactless? Good Actually? Let’s see!

Well, apparently Hawkeye is going to the carnival so at this point, it could go either way.

I like that Hawkeye has a H belt buckle because that’s the kind of thing that he would do and that I can make fun of him for.

I know that it’s been a while since he’s mentioned kewpie dolls but Hawkeye came from the circus. He and his brother ran away to one when they were little and the Swordsman taught Hawkeye archery. The point being, “he’s come home.”

As in, this is specifically the carnival he used to work before he became very briefly a superhero, and then for slightly longer a supervillain, and then for much much longer a superhero for real.

Point is, he’s been away for a while. But he received a flyer in the mail and decided he just had to come.

Because someone wrote HELP! on the back.

Hawkeye figures that the previous owner’s daughter and current owner Marcy Carson sent it as a goof but heck if she’s going to go to that trouble, he’ll be happy to visit.

So he breezes past the workers outside the owner’s trailer and-

Actually they beat the shit out of him for trying to breeze past them. Goes to show.

When Hawkeye threatens to beat them up for this rude treatment, they get ruder and call him a rube. Can you believe! Him, a former employee himself being called a rube! Also they pull a fancy sci-fi gun on him.

So Hawkeye does buzz off. So he can change into his hawking eye duds and buzz right back on.

Roustabouts carrying laser pistols is very suspicious. And I guess Ant-Man isn’t the roustabout of the title. He’s moving up in the world.

MEANWHILE, Perfectly Ordinary electronics technician, ex-con, and Ant-Man Scott Lang is having a night out with his daughter Cassie. And they’re having a bit of a disagreement.

See, Cassie, future superhero, wants to ride the really cool roller coaster the Spin-’n-Heave. Scott Lang, dad with dumb views on gender apparently, insists that a roller coaster just isn’t ladylike enough and she should ride something more refined like the pony ride or ring toss.

Also, Scott is carrying the Ant-Man suit with him, loose in his pocket. And the helmet just drops out of his pocket and the damn fool would have lost it if Cassie hadn’t spotted it and mistaken it for a marble.

Geez, Scott! I stood up for you!

Scott’s attempts to dad by restricting what his daughter can and can’t do based on his own views on what is ladylike get dropped when he spots Hawkeye hauling ass across the carnival and decides that This Cannot Stand!

Scott Lang Ant-Man may not be an Avenger but dangit he can’t leave a fellow hero in the lurch! He must offer unsolicited aid!

So he caves on the Spin-’n-Heave issue because its a way to keep Cassie occupied for the length of exactly this issue.

Scott gives the operator a bunch of money and tells the operator to let Cassie ride until it runs out and then takes off.

Cassie is thrilled.

Meanwhile, Hawkeye has returned to the owner’s trailer but Marcy is gone and so are the two goons that were guarding the door. But he spots them marching Marcy through the crowd.

The goons are complimenting Marcy on being so cooperative but also say that if she’s not cooperative, her star acts are gonna get fed to the lions. And that might happen anyway once everything is said and done because their boss be like that.

Anyway, that’s when the two get hit by a KRAK THUBB arrow. Punch arrow? It looks nerf-y.

Hawkeye grabs Marcy and runs off with her into a tent so she can explain it all.

But first: he has to notice that she is beautiful. He has been gone a while so, y’know. People grow up or whatever.

Hawkeye: “There, that’s better! Now maybe I can get to the bottom of -- hey! You’re beautiful!”

Marcy: “I’ve waited a long time for you to notice that, ol’ buddy.”

Hawkeye: “Yeah, well, it’s hard noticin’ anything when you’re bein’ tripped into a pile of elephant dirt -- which, as I recall, used to be your favorite pastime!”

Marcy: “People change, Clint.”

Young Marcy sounds like a really interesting person. She certainly gave Hawkeye the business.

Anyway, she explains that it was pure luck that she was able to sneak that message out to him. And that the carnival has been taken over by some freak with powers.

Marcy: “Why, if he even suspected I was in touch with you he’d kill me deader than a Monday night in Des Moines!”

Off-screen Villain: “Nicely put, dumplin’! Should make you a dandy little epitaph!”

SCENE CHANGE TO PRESERVE SUSPENSE

Scott Lang has ducked behind some circus carts to change into Ant-Man.

Except he still has the whole shrunken costume piecemeal in his pockets so the process is one of slapstick. Scott goes digging in his pockets for the suit and accidentally drops it all in the straw.

Then he has to go digging around for the incredibly teeny pieces of gear while realizing that this was a stupid plan.

Maybe he should keep the suit in a tin. Like a mint tin or something.

But he finally gets all the pieces together and uses a safety pin to trigger the enlarging gas to full-size the outfit so he can put it on.

Huh! Enlarging gas! Early days in Avengers, they were all about the logistics of the shrinking and growing for Ant-Giant and the Wasp but it hasn’t been talked about in a long while. Wasp just changes size without the how being discussed.

But if it is Pym Particles, then I guess Scott isn’t at the point yet where his body naturally produces them so he has to use the gas canisters on the belt.

Scott does get dressed in his ant duds and uses the helmet to command some ants to find Hawkeye. And this is a carnival with a lot of dropped funnel cake and cotton candy so you know that there’s plenty of ants available.

SCENE CHANGE because we can only preserve suspense so far.

The mysterious off-screen villain hits the lights in the tent that Hawkeye and Marcy were talking in. Which reveals a bunch of gym and training equipment. It’d be nice if carnivals could provide such robust gym benefits to their workers but I feel that this is actually suspicious, finding this here.

Especially the combat flight simulator.

Hawkeye: “This place looks like a training ground for World War III!”

Off-screen villain, about to be onscreen: “And what better setting for the world’s greatest trainer? Namely... the TASKMASTER!”

Heyyy its the Taskmaster!

I forgot that he was a loose thread. He got away after the THREE-PARTER that introduced him. Then again, I guess since he’s the explanation for where villains get their armies of mooks, he didn’t really need to be tied up because that would defeat the purpose.

Anyway, Hawkeye wasn’t on the team for that three-parter but thankfully, the Avengers take thorough records.

Hawkeye: “Yeah, I remember readin’ about you in the Avengers’ files! You’re some sorta goon peddler!”

Taskmaster: “Watch yer mouth, bow-bender! What I am is a teacher!”

And then he recaps his goon, mook, henchman training business for the audience. He even clarifies that his series of secret academies are going great, thanks, but he’s trying to branch out with a mobile recruiting center.

Aka, this circus. And heck, according to Taskmaster, carnies already come off unscrupulous so having a bunch of goons hanging around won’t stand out.

THE PERFECT CRIME.

Actually. I don’t know if this is a crime? It’s not illegal to do combat training or learn how to fly a plane, probably. Then again, when 100% of your alumni wind up arrested for helping steal the Statue of Liberty, a legal goon school would get a lot of unwanted scrutiny. So best keep it secret.

And of course, extorting the owner and workers of a circus is definitely a crime. Pretty sure.

Anyway, the mobile recruiting center scheme is helped by Marcy telling anyone who asks that the new people hanging around are a new act that isn’t ready to open yet.

Hawkeye is sick of Taskmaster’s smarmy smarm and tries to shoot a grabber arrow? at Taskmaster.

Who just blocks it with his shield.

And takes the opportunity to brag about his photographic reflexes, where he only needs to see a sweet move once and he can do it perfectly.

He shows off by doing some Cap moves and then doing a Spider-Man move. Which he seems to do just to do.

And by Spider-Man move I mean hanging upside down from a line. Which, yes, Spider-Man does do that but it doesn’t really seem that necessary or helpful here and you’re totally doing it just to show off but really you look a little ridiculous.

Taskmaster even shows off some Tigra moves by kicking Hawkeye in the face. Its fun to me that he shows off Tigra specifically. Its for some acrobatics like flippy kick but there’s gotta be other acrobatic heroes. Like Spider-Man.

But Tigra was on the Avengers recently and briefly and dammit, he’s gonna show off what he learned!

Anyway, Taskmaster beats up Hawkeye until he gets bored of it and then just takes Marcy hostage to get Hawkeye to surrender.

He just really wanted to show off some of his sweet moves. And as soon as he ran through five different hero movesets (Cap, Spider-Man, Tigra, Daredevil, and Iron Fist) he’s just like ‘k I’m done’.

Meanwhile, back to Ant-Man ant-again.

He’s lurking around a corner trying to be inconspicuous while children are pointing and asking if he’s a clown. Perhaps realizing that he didn’t need to put on the full costume to use the helmet and that he’s just made himself look foolish.

But some of his ants report in that they’ve found Hawkeye so Ant-Man shrinks down to ride an ant into action.

Wait. Yeah. You could have just shrunken down and perched somewhere to wait for ant reports. You’ve made yourself look a fool and you fully had the power to avoid that in so many ways.

Meanwhile back to Hawkeye yet again, Taskmaster knows that killing an Avenger would attract notice so he’s going to make it look like an accident.

So he’s locked Hawkeye in an electrified cage with a lion, a normal situation that can accidentally happen to anyone. So now when Hawkeye gets mauled to death by the lion, nobody will suspect it was anything but an accident.

Taskmaster walks away because its villain tradition that you don’t watch the heroes you lock in the death traps. That’d just be gauche.

The lion sizes up Hawkeye and decides that he’s food and leaps for the kill!

And Ant-Man grows out from under the lion and throws it into the electrified bars, knocking him out.

Pretty good timing Scott! And that poor attempted man-eater lion! That poor five hundred pound lion! WOW SCOTT, do you work out?

I also feel that Republic Serial has aged poorly for more than just lion tossing.

Ant-Man and Hawkeye get each other on the same page. As it happens, Ant-Man actually has more experience with Taskmaster since he was actually in that three-parter. That’ll give them a tiny, tiny, tiny edge.

They’re still stuck in a locked cage and Hawkeye is like ‘gee whiz shrinking hero guy how can we possibly get out?’

Would you be surprised that Ant-Man just shrinks Hawkeye? Scott does muse that he could probably have picked the lock if he had the tools for it but shrinking just saves time.

Hawkeye does not care for it though.

I don’t know what he’s complaining about. Big sleepy cat even bigger now. You could live in the mane at that size.

You could be a tiny man living in a lion’s mane. Imagine.

Anyway.

Over in Taskmaster’s private tent, he’s telling Marcy she done fucked up calling for Hawkeye and she’s going to wish she was getting mauled to death by a lion in an electrified cage like Hawkeye was.

And Hawkeye does the equivalent of clearing his throat and saying ‘hey dingus, not dead’

Taskmaster reaches for a magnesium flare like he used against the Avengers but Ant-Man’s expert knowledge of meeting Taskmaster one time lets him warn Hawkeye who shoots it out of Taskmaster’s hand.

Taskmaster just questions why they didn’t go for a killshot when they had him surprised and then calls a goon squad on the heroes.

Of course, goon squads being called on heroes is just a setup to make heroes look really cool showing their stuff on some expendable targets.

“While the Taskmaster’s troops have been well-trained for normal combat, they fare woefully poor against these super-normal foes!”

And show their stuff they do. Like Hawkeye leaping around firing net and bola arrows!

And Ant-Man... shrinking down really small to punch a guy’s earlobe.

Look. He’s trying.

Also, Marcy is braining people with a juggling pin like some manner of alien clown because she is exceptionally irate at Taskmaster and his goons.

While the three beat up this crowd of goons, Taskmaster runs off to set up his “escape insurance.”

Ant-Man and Hawkeye chase him into the big top where there’s already a crowd watching the show. And waiting for the human cannonball act.

BUT! Taskmaster is apparently a cartoon villain because he’s replaced the human cannonball with a dummy full of explosives and he’s going to shoot it and blow up the grandstand, killing a couple hundred innocent lives.

Taskmaster tells them they can capture him or they can stop his ridiculous scheme.

Taskmaster: “Have fun decidin’, chumps!”

And then presumably he runs off giggling.

Hawkeye wants to go after Taskmaster and have Ant-Man take care of the nothuman cannonball bomb.

Ant-Man: “No, Hawkeye! There are too many lives at stake! And it may take both of us to stop that cannon!”

Hawkeye: “But we can’t just let that psycho walk! We can’t -- .”

Ant-Man: “Hawkeye! Think about it! Think! Please... !”

Hawkeye: “Yeah, I guess you’re right... blast it.”

Scott Lang has his heart in the right place to be a hero even if he is a bit of a goofus about it. I like you, Scott Lang.

Hawkeye runs back into the tent and shoots the goon manning the cannon with a bola arrow. he gets the goon but the goon falls on the button.

Fortunately, its the elevation control, not the fire button.

Unfortunately, there is no firing button, so the firing cycle is automatic.

Fortunately, hitting the elevation control accidentally made the cannon point up instead of at the grandstand. So the bomb is still going to fall and blow everything up but they have time and Ant-Man has an idea.

He has Hawkeye nock his fastest arrow and jumps on it.

Hawkeye shoots the arrow and hits the explosive filled mannequin in the neck right as it reached the top of its trajectory and hung very briefly in the air.

As the bomb starts to plummet, Ant-Man crawls up the arrow onto the bomb-man and to the detonator.

All too soon the bomb hits the ring

but doesn’t detonate.

Ant-Man managed to defuse the bomb!

And he also managed to survive the fall because of course! He’s not destined to die for a long while and only then in a really dumb way.

Thanks to Scott’s experience of watching Raiders of the Lost Ark twenty-seven times he’s a real expert on jumping from one speeding object to another.

Aka, from the falling bomb to a flying ant. Sure.

The heroes see that Taskmaster has escaped while all this was going on but Hawkeye decides he’ll get him next time.

Also? The audience has thought that this was part of the show the whole time so they’ve loved every second of this.

Soon the other Avengers arrive, too late to take part in the plot but in time to help clean up the goon operation.

Also, She-Hulk is in her tattered white dress outfit again. I really think there was some miscommunication here. Like with having her dressed like that on the previous cover and having her dressed like that here in this filler issue.

She doesn’t wear that anymore but its the Iconic outfit for her so if an artist needs a ref to draw her, they’re probably looking at a picture from her Savage She-Hulk series.

And Scott Lang gets the last page because whoops, he left his daughter on a roller coaster the whole time and forgot her in the heat of the adventure. DAD OF THE YEAR!

Scott runs to find her sitting outside the Spin-’n-Heave looking down, head in hands. Scott is worried that something is wrong with her but

Cassie Lang: “I’m a little tired right now, daddy *yawn* but can we come back an’ ride the ‘Spin-’n-Heave’ again t’morrow?”

Scott Lang: “Tomorrow? Again? *sigh* Kids.”

Hah, she tuckered herself out riding the roller coast over and over again but is game to keep doing it again tomorrow. That’s the Cassie Lang that will grow up to join the Young Avengers!

So, Avengers filler but it wasn’t weird or inconsequential. It doesn’t do anything with the ongoing plots but it feels like it does since Scott Lang has come back into the books recently because of the Hank Pym plot. And it follows up on Taskmaster who has gone unaddressed since his introductory stories.

Its just a nice story and by focusing on a guest star and one of the Avengers doing an impromptu team-up it has some fun energy.

Good times.

Hey. Follow @essential-avengers maybe? Its better than the Spin-’n-Heave! ... I can’t actually prove that. But also like and reblog this post because I’m a cool person. ... I can’t actually prove that either...

#Avengers #Taskmaster #Hawkeye #Ant Man #Scott Lang #some roustabouts #some robin hoods #essential avengers #essential marvel liveblogging #some avengers in a one panel cameo in their own book #ant man and hawkeye make a good team weirdly #i'm weirdly fascinated by the Spin 'n Heave #it has a waterfall

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lauramkaye · 4 years

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Bingo: spite!!

The short answer is “a story that is still in the planning stages,” which was born entirely out of my desire to fix the problems in a story that made me angry. :) But that isn’t very interesting since you can’t actually read it yet.

The long answer is that a lot of my stuff evolves out of sort of response to things that are common fanon that rub me the wrong way for some reason or other. It’s less complete stories and more certain elements of stories or characterization. And it isn’t usually quite as pointed as spite, more... polite disagreement, usually. (Except the one mentioned first above, which started because this one particular story makes me so angry I had to learn to use browser extensions to hide it from the tag because whenever it updates I get mad at it again.)

But of my posted work, I’d have to say the closest I come to spite as a reason for writing something is in Give a Dog a Bone. (But not the whole story; the reason I wrote the whole story was because I wanted robot hand porn and nobody else had written any, which is a whole other bingo square.)

At the time I was writing GAD, there was something of a trend in Phlint pic for stories where Clint and/or the other Avengers could just Never Forgive Phil for letting them think he was dead for so long. Some of these stories went really over the top with Clint in particular making Phil suffer or refuse to forgive him. I really didn’t like it, for several reasons. For one, I think that Clint in canon (or at least comics canon, which is honestly the only place to get very much depth for him other than “shoots arrows, hates mind control, has a farm I guess?”) is actually a more than typically forgiving person. He and his brother have been through a LOT of stuff, including some very serious betrayals, and yet Clint still loves his brother, will always help him, is glad to see him when he turns up. Clint’s also still pretty close to many of his exes, notably Natasha and Bobbi. If anything, he’s more likely to overreact in the direction of taking too much blame on himself for a given situation.

The other main reason is that I have a LOT of empathy for Phil in this situation. When he told Fury to use his death to motivate the Avengers, he thought he was really dying. TAHITI was never even a possibility because as far as Phil knew, the program had been shut down at his insistence. So he wakes up finally and he’s been dead to everyone for years, and is promptly sent off on the Bus and told that he can’t tell anyone else he is alive.

So from Phil’s point of view, every important person in his life except Fury and Melinda May has already mourned him and moved on. And apart from whatever periodic conversations he has with Fury, everyone he interacts with on a day to day basis is either a stranger, a criminal/target/monster of the week, or one of his direct reports. Even though he obviously cares for his team, there will always be some distance there. I see the Phil of AoS as a very lonely man, who does his best to take care of his people but feels that he always has to be the one people can lean on, never the one doing the leaning. Also there’s the whole thing where the process that brought him back to life was so torturous that he actively begged for death while it was happening, and the thing where he was desperately trying to find a way to avoid getting overwritten by alien goo and becoming a serial killer.

Besides that, I’ve had my own experiences with anxiety-driven avoidance, and I can totally see the prospect of telling Clint he’s alive becoming so terrifying that he convinces himself that it’s better if Clint never knows because at least then Clint will remember Phil as a hero and Phil won’t have to live the rest of his life knowing Clint hates him.

This is a pretty key theme throughout the entirety of GAD (and GAD is the first novel-length story I ever completed, so that’s a LOT of theme), but probably the places it is most explicitly dealt with are in the first chapter, when Tony comes to Phil’s defense to Clint while they are sitting on the outside of the Tower, and the hug scene in chapter 4 when Phil apologizes and Clint forgives him.

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"✿ Why did you decide that they [insert headcanon here]?" Why did you decide that Pietro is insecure about his scars? In an AU where he lives I headcanon that he's proud of his bullet scars: "This? Oh, yeahh I did THAT" and he feels like a hero AND he also uses it to flirt xD Like "yeah, I got them saving a kid and Hawkeye... nearly died tho. You single?" however I greatly respect and appreciate your headcanon because it adds depth to the character, people are insecure irl so yeah ^-^

{out of breath} A few reasons, actually…

First, Pietro self-identifies first and foremost as a protector. Of his sister, primarily, but also of the people of Sokovia, of little kids, or anybody who needs help that he can protect. Anything that mars or takes away that identity for him is something he’s going to feel insecure about. So, his right hand and arm, for example. Instead of seeing those injuries as things he overcame, he sees them as ways in which he’s damaged. And a damaged protector can’t protect as well as a whole one.

Second, you’ve heard the phrase, “Scars mean you survived something”? Well, Pietro doesn’t look at it that way. Not for himself, anyway. Scars to him are permanent reminders of a time when he wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, good enough, etc. to avoid or overcome the thing that scarred him in the first place. And even doing something heroic like shielding Clint and Costel, the scars are reminders that he almost didn’t protect them. He almost failed.

Third… Pietro has a lot that he’s insecure about already. Besides what I mentioned above, he also believes he has a low IQ because he has trouble learning in a school type setting and from books rather than from experience, and he’s not good at learning things like math and languages, unless again, it’s experience-based. Being very poor growing up, the twins were teased. In foster care, they were teased even more. So Pietro is constantly on the defensive to sort of prove to others and himself that he’s a good person worth knowing. In some ways he’s very confident, like with athletics, and with ladies, but that’s what makes getting shot in Ultron a source of insecurity for him. Up until then, he thought he was rather handsome, looked good with his shirt off, and was confident flirting with ladies. Then the experiments happen and he gains scars from Hydra’s punishments and invasive procedures, and then he gets shot… all over. Now… he doesn’t have a good-looking angle anymore. (In his opinion, of course… doesn’t make it true.) So those scars took away or at least made very awkward one of the areas of his life in which he previously felt really happy and confident about.

So yeah, those are the major reasons why I decided he’d be insecure about his scars. Also, you and I view what he did as incredibly heroic and selfless, worthy of a bit of bragging, perhaps, but quite honestly, Pietro wouldn’t brag about it. To him… protecting friends, protecting good people protecting young children… that’s just what someone is supposed to do. That’s being a good person yourself. So he doesn’t view it as this over-and-above act of heroics, so much as he sees it as a “well you would’ve done the same for me,” or a “people capable of helping others shouldn’t squander that ability, they should get out there and do it” type of situation. The irony here, of course, is that having that humble and selfless mindset is part of what makes him so heroic in the first place.

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The Tale of Bucky Barnes -Final

Here it is(Finally)! The final part of my Medieval/Galavant AU! All Avengers belong to Marvel and all familiar plot lines belong to the creators of Galavant.

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Warnings: Longer part this time. Duels, angst, drunkenness, FLUFF! And a little humor.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Preserum Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Brock Rumlow

No sooner was lunch finished did the kids all beg for more of the story. Sam sat back in his chair and let out a sigh of content. "Alright. Let's see…where were we?" Bucky spoke first, "Bucky and the princess finally admitted their love for one another." The children nodded and Tony continued, "And Bucky volunteered to be Tony's champion in the duel against Clint." Everyone else started speaking until Sam held up his hands. "Okay, okay! I got it. Now here's what happened next…"

The next day, everyone was pulled from the cells and outside to the arena where the duel would take place. Clint was already prepping. "Bucky?" you questioned. Bucky looked at you with a smile on his face. "Don't look so worried, Princess. I told you; I will win this for you. Then we can go anywhere we want." You smiled at him and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Good luck." Bucky entered the arena and prepared himself.

Tony and Brock were up in the royals box with Natasha. Tony looked worried while Natasha and Brock looked smug. You bit your lip in concern. You knew Bucky was good, but so was Clint. There was absolutely no predicting the outcome of this match. As both men readied themselves and Tony stood along with Brock to announce the start, you held your breath. Bucky and Clint took their stances and everyone was on the edge of their seats. You'd never felt so much tension in one place.

Just as Tony and his brother opened their mouths, another sound carried on the wind. The sounds of trumpets and galloping hooves. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked around until the horses came into view. When you saw who was leading them, you breathed out an "Oh no."

"Hello, Y/N!" the young prince astride the horse called down. Bucky looked back at you in confusion. "You know this kid?" You nodded, feeling your face heat up. "Yes. That's Prince Peter. He's the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom and…my fiancé." Bucky nearly dropped his sword.

"WAIT A MINUTE! FIANCÉ?!" Steve cried, finally getting into the story. "No. No way. Steve did NOT just deal with all the nonsense between those two and witness them falling in love JUST to find out that she's got a fiancé!" You all stared at Steve for a minute. He closed his mouth and his ears turned bright red. "Easy, Cap. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation," you said. Sam nodded and continued on.

"Fiancé? He's a kid!" Steve exclaimed. "It was arranged by my parents. Believe me, I've been trying to get out of it for years." Bucky was still in shock. Why didn't you tell him you were betrothed? At least you were trying to get out of it. Yet another reason to save your life. Still, the admission had thrown him. He didn't even hear Tony announce that, in honor of the guests, the duel would be postponed until the next day.

Back in his cell, Bucky paced again. He tried to come up with a solution. And finally, he had one but he needed to talk to Tony. That was easy enough since he was representing the king in the duel. The guard took him to Tony's chambers after only slight hesitation. Then, Bucky managed to convince Tony down to the nearest tavern.

"How would you like to take back your kingdom without worrying about losing the duel?" Bucky asked. Tony arched a brow as he downed another whiskey. "The only way that can happen is if Brock dies." Bucky smirked and nodded. Tony's eyes widened. "Wait, you mean…?" Another nod and Tony's lips curled up in a smile. "You want to kill my brother?"

"It's the only way. We can sneak in tonight and kill him while he sleeps." Tony thought for a moment before he spoke again, "I'm going to need another drink or five if I'm going to do that." With a laugh, Bucky ordered another round. And another. And another. In fact, by the time the two left the tavern, they were both drunk.

Tony was not a quiet drunk. At all. The whole way back into the castle and down to the dungeons, he kept singing about how he was going to kill Brock. Bucky wasn't much better, but at least he was a little more quiet. "Bucky?" you asked. Bucky grinned lazily at you. "Hello, Princess. Gosh, you're pretty. And not just your face. Your brain. It's like your beautiful brain exploded all over your face."

"Are-Are you drunk?" you asked and Bucky nodded. "Yep. Man, I should have kissed you when I had the chance. But I knew that, once I did, I'd never stop. It would be one of those forever kisses." You shook your head fondly. Tony tried to whistle at Bucky, but ended up just spitting a little. "Welp, off to kill the king," Bucky announced as he grabbed Tony and pulled him from the dungeon. He didn't remember much after that.

"So did they do it? Did they kill Brock? And what about Prince Peter?" Your son asked. "Wait, who now?" another voice asked. You all turned to see Peter there. "Just in time, kid. You made your story debut in Wilson's adventure tale. Apparently, Prince Peter is engaged to Princess Y/N." Peter's face turned red.

"Uh, sorry Mrs. Barnes, but I don't like you like that." You let a laugh burst out of you. "That's alright, Peter. I'm pretty happily married." Bucky kissed your temple and Sam cleared his throat. "Can I continue?" You and Bucky both looked sheepish. Sam took a deep breath and pressed on.

Bucky woke in the cell with a splitting headache. "Oh…god," he groaned. "Serves you right," he heard. He looked over to see you smiling at him. "Oh god, what did I do? What did I say?" You licked your lips and bit back a giggle. "Well, you and Sleeping Beauty over there," you gestured to the cell on the other side of Bucky's where Tony was sleeping away and continued, "Tried to kill Brock. He caught you and threw you in here. You're both to be executed at sundown tonight."

Bucky shot up, suddenly a lot more sober than he had been. He'd failed. He had failed in everything he'd set out to do. He'd failed to "save" Natasha who hadn't even wanted to be saved. He failed to win your freedom. He'd failed in seizing his moment in the sun. He had failed.

"Hey," you cooed, "It will be alright." Bucky shook his head as he got up and made his way over to the bars separating you. "How can you be so sure?" You smiled sadly at him. "Because I know you, Bucky. I know that we'll find a way out of this. Together." Bucky grasped your hands and tried to return the smile.

Just then, the doors opened, causing you to jump. Bucky stiffened in place and Tony finally awoke at the sound. "W-What? Clint?" he questioned. You and Bucky looked more closely and, sure enough, it was Clint standing there with one hand on the hilt of his sword. After dismissing the guards, he grabbed the keys and unlocked the cells.

"You have to hurry," he said plainly, "The guards are stupid, but it won't take them long to learn Brock didn't summon them. There's a boat waiting for you on the shore behind the castle." Bucky's brows furrowed in confusion. What was going on here?

"Why are you helping us?" you voiced Bucky's unasked question. Clint flicked his gaze to Tony for a brief second. "Because I may be a dog, but I'm a loyal one. Tony's been my king and my…friend, for a long time. Get him out of here and keep him safe. That's all I want in return for letting you go. Now go. I'll take care of Brock and the guards."

Bucky went to work making sure everyone was ready to go while you stared at Clint. "Now why are you really letting us go?" Clint chuckled softly and smiled. "A story for another time, Princess. Go on." You said nothing more as Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you after him.

Your little group didn't stop moving until you reached the shore. Captain Banner nodded at you from one of the lifeboats. In the distance, his ship waited for her captain to return with his passengers. You assisted Bucky in getting everyone on board the boats until it was only the two of you left on the shore.

Bucky gently took your arms, making you face him. "Whatever happens next, we're in this together, Princess. You and me." You beamed up at him. "I promise. I love you, Bucky." Bucky pulled you a little closer, whispering that he loved you too. And, as the sun began to set, Bucky leaned down and finally pressed his lips to yours in the kiss you had both been longing for.

"The end," Sam declared, earning cheers of joy from all around the room. "Best. Story. EVER!" Your son cried out. "It was pretty great," you agreed. You leaned your head on Bucky's shoulder with a sigh as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Murmurs of agreement washed over the room. Sam sat back in his seat with a triumphant smile on his face.

Once more, your youngest made her way over to Sam and sat next to him. "Uncle Sam?" He glanced down at her. She gaze at him with wide, innocent eyes. Before she even opened her mouth, Sam knew what was coming. "Can you tell it again?" Sam let out a laugh. "Sure thing. Way back in days of old, there was a legend told about a hero known as Bucky Barnes…"

(a/n: There you have it! It took forever, so I’ve decided to end it there. I don’t want to go another year without writing the next part.)

TToBB tags: @a-girl-who-loves-disney @thors-magic-hammer

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @brewsthespirit-blog @sirkekselord @aikibriarrose @lady-of-lies @esoltis280 @sdavid09

Marvel Tags: @jotink78 @iwillbeinmynest

Avengers Only Tags: @thisismysecrethappyplace

#the tale of bucky barnes #final part #marvel #avengers #galavant au #medieval au #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader

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Culture Shock [one-shot]

Summary: In which Bucky learns he might not be fully caught up with the current century.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader [established relationship]

Warnings: Fluff

Notes: Taking a break from Angstville to bring you a nice fun, fluffy piece! This is for @kentuckybarnes‘s 3k writing challenge and my word was kerfuffle! It’ll be bolded below! Enjoy! x

ker·fuf·fle

noun

a commotion or fuss, especially one caused by conflicting views.

Living in Avengers Tower had taken some getting used to. An entire building dedicated to housing Earth’s Mightiest Heroes that’s provided an intimate look inside their daily lives.. From time to time you would wonder how the press would take it if they were to learn that Sam leaves uncovered food in the fridge to spoil. Or that Bucky really hates cleaning the lint trap in the dryer and leaves it for the next person to deal with. Or that Natasha has a pair of fluffy pink bunny pajama pants that she wears after rough missions.

On second thought, that last one you’ll take to your grave. Avenger you may be, but stupid you most definitely are not.

Inside the tower, they’re normal people, a far cry from the idols of the world who emulate grace, intelligence, and dignity. In the tower, they bicker like children over menial things, such as who’d eaten the last of the Poptarts, and they cry over movie nights when someone picks a tear-jerker.

So it’s no surprise when you return from a mission to hear a commotion in the kitchen. Still donned in your uniform, a skintight catsuit that really doesn’t allow for proper breathing, dirty, and mentally exhausted, you take a detour past the kitchen to see what the fuss is about. The Avengers are all gathered around the island, Steve at the stove dishing out heaping plates of eggs, bacon, toast, and sausage. He looks ridiculous in the Falcon-themed apron Sam got him as a gag one Christmas, the fabric stretched tight across his outrageously-muscled chest. You can practically hear the seams screaming.

Bucky hunches over the island, a bowl in front of him, with his head ducked down, dark hair around his face like a curtain. Sam stands over him, an incredulous expression on his face, jaw slack. Nat watches on, leaning back in her chair, in that all-knowing, hawk-like way she has while Clint beside her stifles chuckles around a bite of breakfast.

Sam sassily pops a hip, plants a fist on his hip and leans the other hand on the granite. He snarks, “You know, I’m startin’ to think HYDRA left nothin’ in that head o’ yours, Ice Man.”

A year ago, that remark would’ve been the last to be heard of Sam Wilson, but Bucky’s come a long way, and the jab is met with what you suppose is a lackluster glare of annoyance that doesn’t phase the Falcon.

“Can it, Birdbrain,” Bucky snaps back.

“What’s all the kerfuffle?”

Sam’s eyes find yours, take in your bemused and curious little smirk as you enter the room, and he holds his hands out towards you. Bucky sends you a small but no less bright smile over his shoulder before turning back to Sam when he speaks.

“Okay, now we can settle this shit once and for damn all,” he crows. “Y/N, please come tell Mr. Freeze over here how you prepare cereal in the morning.”

You step up beside Bucky, glancing down to take in his flaming red cheeks that he tries to hide behind his hair. Casually you lean your elbow on his shoulder, the metal unyielding under your weight.

“What are you picking on my boyfriend about now, Pigeon?” you taunt with an arched eyebrow. Bucky snorts into his spoonful of cereal, chewing languidly as Sam waves off your jab.

“Just please, answer the question. For science,” he implores, holding out his hands in a begging manner. “How do you prepare cereal?”

“Cereal first and then milk? How else do you make cereal?” you answer, tone dripping with an duh kind of lilt, and it sends Sam into a frenzy. He shrieks and jumps away from the counter, hands in the air and looking mighty foolish.

“I told you!” he exclaims, pointing at Bucky who’s now trying to hide his face in his elbows. The others are a combination of giggles, chuckles, and mere looks of amusement at Bucky’s expense, and for a second you feel badly. “Girl, you need to school your boytoy in the ways of the 21st century because this moody popsicle out here pouring milk first and then cereal.”

Eyes wide with incredulity, you lift off Bucky’s shoulder and lean over him expectantly. His head burrows further and you finally notice the aforementioned bowl of cereal, that, despite the few bites taken out of it, clearly looks as if it had been indeed poured milk first and then cereal.

Bucky picks his head up, cheeks still red with an embarrassed flush, and gestures to the bowl. “If you do it the other way, you mess up the milk-to-cereal ratio and then you got cereal all over the counter!”

Over the time Bucky’s been in the tower, the more comfortable he grew, the more often his Brooklyn accent slipped through when he was excited or buzzed off Thor’s liquor. It makes you giggle quietly now, watching him try to defend his position on the correct order of cereal-making. He turns jokingly betrayed eyes on you and you quiet yourself by biting down on your lip.

“Okay Bucky,” you tell him, voice still tinkling with giggles. “It’s your cereal, you do what you want.”

Bucky huffs indignantly and crosses his thick arms over his chest, clearly not happy with the slight condescending, albeit joking, tone to your voice. Meanwhile, Sam scoffs and scrubs a hand over his face.

“I suppose you’re gonna tell him that it’s okay to just bite into ice cream or bite into a string cheese stick, too,” he gripes. “Man, I don’t know why I look to you for anything when it comes to him.”

Smiling, you step behind Bucky and wrap your arms around his shoulders, fingers splayed across his chest as he moves his hands to hold your wrists. You drop a loving kiss into his hair, slightly damp from a shower he must’ve taken earlier.

“I don’t really know why, either, Pigeon, because I’m always going to take Bucky’s side over yours.” Your cheeky grin is met with a half-hearted leer from the Falcon, who scoops up his plate of breakfast.

“I’m just gonna go eat in my room where I’m not surrounded by absolute animals.” His footsteps echo down the hall to the elevator, where it dings, the door opens, and moments later, closes. Once he’s gone, you straighten up a little but keep Bucky in your grip.

“Well, that was a fun way to come home,” you quip.

“How’d the mission go?” Steve asks, ever the responsible Captain. You shrug lazily.

“Not much better than we expected. Sat in that room for six hours without so much as a peep. Sorry, Cap.”

He waves you away and a yawn breaks through your relaxed stance. Bucky’s hand slides up and down your arm comfortingly and he turns his head to look up at you.

“Tired?”

“Beat,” you reply with a nod. “I’m gonna go clean up and crash. I’ll see you later?”

A shared kiss, an affirmative nod, and you’re trudging out of the kitchen. You’re woken from your nap a few hours later by Bucky pressing light kisses across your back. When he gets to the nape of your neck, you shiver and groan, and Bucky drops onto the mattress beside you.

“Time is it?” you question sleepily with your eyes still closed.

“Almost three. You been asleep a while, doll.” He slides down the bed, carefully pulling you onto his chest where you burrow into his warmth. God bless that super-soldier serum.

“Because I was so bored out of my goddamn mind,” you grumble. His chest vibrates with a low chuckle that has the corners of your mouth quirking up. His hands dance along your back, and your mind flashes back to the incident in the kitchen. “Question.”

“Answer.” His voice is thick, as if he’s close to dozing off himself.

“You don’t just bite into a cheese stick right? Because if so, we might have to reevaluate this relationship.”

You squeak, eyes flying open, as Bucky rolls the two of you over, keeping most of his weight off you though still keeping you pinned under him. His hands fly to your sides and his fingers wiggle, sending you into a flurry of laughter.

“Oh really now?” he taunts with a devilish grin as you squeal and writhe beneath him to get away from his assault. It’s futile, really, he’s far too massive. “You really gonna call it quits because I ain’t got time to fuck around with a cheese stick? Huh?”

“N-No, no! Bucky, I’m so-s-sorry! I take it back! Yield!” you cry breathlessly. To your relief, he stops and you melt back into the bed. He’s grinning down at you while you catch your breath, his eyes softening by the second until he looks absolutely moon-eyed.

His metal hand brushes hair out of your face, cool against your flushed face, before his mouth descends to yours, feather-light but no less toe-curling. He presses a few more chaste kisses to your lips and cheeks before pulling back.

“I love you,” he murmurs lowly, and you can see the adoration reflected in his silver-blue eyes. You smile, the sentiment still bringing a blush to your face even months later.

“Love you too, Buck.” You kiss him again but drop your head back to the mattress, pointing at him. “But we are gonna have a serious talk about your food preparation skills.”

He chuckles and snuggles into you, face in your neck and bulging arms around you. “Whatever you say, dollface.”

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