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zensations35 · 4 months
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Familiar Rapport (Natasha)
HERE IT IS FINALLY raaah! I wrote it on Monday but damn if recording the audio didn't take me FOREVER. But please enjoy Nat being sick and Tony being a sarcastic asshole. (Because I am weak for Stark Sass). Audio under the cut.
It’s past 9 and Steve is still here. 
He’s asking for more information on Natasha’s new project and she is rushing through her explanation. Which only causes more confusion. 
She’s listing off tasks for a third time when she notices her voice starts to tinge with congestion. She pauses mid-word, gaze flicking to Steve.
He looks at her, pale brows knit, “What? Something wrong?”
She gives her best vacuous chuckle hoping it will disguise a shiver of her lips. “I was just thinking it might be easier to show you.”
She pivots, socks shushing across the plush rug stretching across the central room of Stark Tower. She bends to the table centered between the chairs and picks up a tech pad. 
Steve chuffs, “I think you have too much confidence in me being able to understand this baloney.”
Natasha squints at him, her lips curving in a wry smile, “Baloney?”
“P…people don’t say that anymore?”
The grin stretches in amusement. “If Captain America says it, it might make a comeback.”
She powers the pad on and swipes through the screens, showcasing visual details to Steve. He leans close and she instinctively holds her breath for a moment before realizing it’s pointless. Steve can’t catch it anyway. As his eyes skim the pad, she lifts a curved knuckle to her nose, tapping it just hard enough to chase away a lingering itch. Steve doesn’t notice. Fuck, she wants to sniffle so bad. 
Steve is pointing at the pad, brows raised expectantly. What did he just say? Rghh, it’s so hard to focus on anything but the creeping sensation crawling through her sinuses. The itch just won’t stop, and it’s going to be completely obvious if her nose runs. She has to sniffle. Just one…maybe he won’t notice…
She risks it, sipping air with the barest…tiniest…
*snf*
Her nostrils flare wide but also up. In an extremely pronounced way. As if her face was a map of lines pointing straight to her nose’s announcement of her hitching breath. Fuck. Steve’s eyes flick to her and her lips tighten. He can’t know--he can’t know. If Steve realizes she’s sick, he’ll put a halt on this project. Natasha may have final say in most things, but Steve will absolutely round up the entire team to get her to lay the fuck down. 
Nope. Not happening. 
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she snaps. Steve’s lips crimp but he doesn’t frown. He’s too graceful for that. He just nods and says “Alright.” He doesn’t mention the congestion in her voice and Natasha hopes maybe she sounds less stuffy than she feels. 
She mimes a startle and pulls out her phone, “One minute.” She sticks it against her ear which allows her to turn away from him and wander a few steps. Thank fuck. She starts speaking Russian, pretending to have a conversation about a crisis while she saunters farther away, toward the frosty bay windows. 
She can feel the chill from the winter wind against the glass, snowflakes kissing the window only to drop down and pool below solidifying into icy daggers. 
The sudden chill has Natasha wrapping her bare arms around herself, shuddering. Her words begin to spill, she’s speaking with the un mistakable thickness of a person about t-to…
“H’kX!” She squeezes her shoulders, her neck, clenches her jaw, slams every wall down around herself before releasing a barely audible, “Hrt’KngT!” A small puff of breath escapes after and that does not go unnoticed.
Steve whips his head toward her. “Did you…”
She blinks at him, giving him her best, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ look. She knows it works. It al ways works. Steven looks abashed and refocuses on the pad, “Nothing.”
Damn right nothing. 
She eases back toward Steve and pockets the phone, screwing her face up in concern-- hopefully convincing despite the cloying of her nose, the pink of her cheeks…
“Oh, Steve, I think Bruce needed your  help with something.”
“He did?”
“Yeah,” she hands him the tech pad. “Why don’t you take this and show him the plans--he can help you and you can help him. Win win, hm?”
Steve tilts his head, apprehension painted all over his features.
Natasha points at the pad, “Go.” She thrusts the finger at the door. 
Steve mutters something, but with another shoo from Nat, he does amble away.
Oh thank fuck because as soon as hhh she hears hhhh-im l-leave…”hih-AH!” He’s gone, fina--IEXSTTchh!!” She groans as she finally surrenders to the-- “HieTNKgshh…” 
“Bless you.”
Natasha spins, eyes widening when she sees Tony standing askew next to the table. Her teeth chafe her lip in frustration. No one sneaks up on Natasha--damn this cold messing with her in unfathomable ways.  
“How are you handing it?” Tony asks offhandedly. 
“Handling what?” 
“The cold.”
Her voice quakes. “What cold?” Damn, she can lie better than this. This is pathetic. Her cold symptoms are making her look disingenuous. She is fine, she just…needs to sneeze a lot and it won’t…fucking…stop. That doesn’t mean she isn’t fine. 
He snorts, swaying toward the table in a sashay that rivals her own. “I heard it keeping you up last night.”
She latches a glare on him. “Why were you up last night?”
Tony plucks a square tissue box from the shelf next to him, “Oh, the usual. Binge drinking. Learning quantum physics. Being generally brilliant.” He holds out the box to her, taking a step forward. 
Natasha holds up her hand, “Don’t.” Tony hesitates at the look on her face, lowering the box. “Don’t even come near me. I don’t want to give this to you.”
Tony lifts an eyebrow. “Is that the only reason? Because you talk as if I didn’t already catch this.”
Her eyes spread, “You were sick?”
He tosses it to her and she deftly catches it. At least her reflexes aren't in the trash.
“Still am.”
Natasha runs forked fingers through her hair, parting her copper waves, “Wow you are way better at hiding it than me.”
“No I’m not. I just know what hiding it looks like.”
Her lips crimp and she droops, letting her entire body melt into the chair. She tips her forehead onto her fist and sighs. “I’m so fucking tired. I just want to lay down and moan.”
Tony leans against the wall, folding his arms in his very Tony Stark way. “Then do it.”
Natasha chuffs, “I can’t. If anyone sees me taking time off. Slacking? They’ll know…”
“That you’re not perfect?” 
Natasha’s head jerks up to glare at him. Tony rolls his eyes. “You’re not perfect, Nat. None of us are. You may be able to kid Cap. Bruce. The whole team--but you can’t hold them in forever.”
She rolls her eyes. “I can try.” 
“But you shouldn’t.”
Another glare, and if looks could jump kick you in the face, Tony would be on the floor. She can’t hold the glare for long though. Her eyes are already glassing over, face flushing with a pink tinge. “H’kNG!” Hhhh-dammit--Hah!” Her shoulders curve, her fist sliding across her cheek to pin her nose, “H’ISXht!” 
Tony sighs, his shoulders sagging with the breath, “I’m gonna put on soup. For both of us,” he iterates. “You go lay down. Watch one of those nature documentaries you like.”
“I don’t like nature documentaries.”
“I was being nice. I know you watched Marley and Me when you thought we were all asleep.”
She stiffens, “I only watched that because Owen Wilson looks familiar!”
“You know Owen Wilson?”
“No, but I’ve seen…” Lines crease her eyes and her vision warbles. She sips a breath, shoulders rearing as she snarls into a quickly cupped palm, “Hat’TSHieh! Hk’TZSH!!” 
“I can text Mr. Wilson and ask him, but I think he’d agree with me that you need to rest.”
“You’re exhausting.”
“You’re exhausted.” 
“Fuck you.”
“No thanks. You had your chance.”
Natasha throws herself to her feet and groans, not unlike a teenage outburst. She inwardly scolds herself for it. Being sick? It sucks. It makes it even harder to keep a cool head. Especially when Tony’s being a little shit. 
“Fine,” she wipes the air with her hand and strides toward the hall, “I’m going to rest.” 
“Thank. You.” Tony glides toward the kitchenette and Natasha doesn’t even fight the fact that he technically won this battle. But she’s so exhausted, she really doesn’t care.
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toaarcan · 2 years
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Tumblr: Paramount made the Sonic movies, and that means they are the anti-Marvel because the Sonic movies are anti-military!
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marokra · 30 days
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various doodles (i’m very normal about ariana griande. idc that her skin got removed from the namemc profile. grian you cannot silence us)
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diet-bathwater · 6 months
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i have been sick all weekend so i just now watched episode 2 and i
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loki s2 ep2 spoilers in the tags
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leatherbookmark · 5 months
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this is your 2:30am speaking (AND THIS IS YOUR 2:30AM SHOUTING) but sometimes the fanficcy "ew, don't be gross" whenever a couple does something barely romantic, eg hold hands or exchange glances, feels a bit like. hm. not exactly homophobia, but the "i'm not homophobic, i hate all couples equally" sort of humor. something that people copy because everyone else does it without really thinking about why? and i mean, the fics are all about m/m couples, the characters expressing Disgust are also gay men, and it's all in jokey jokes, but there's still something kinda unnecessary about making a whole thing out of how much you're disgusted with the smallest displays of gay affection. idk.
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tarraxahum · 5 months
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"Kinda wanted to post about a thing but then immediately remembered that most of my mutuals don't like the thing and also there's this problematic aspect of the thing so if I'm gonna post it I better put an additional essay explaining how I'm aware of the problematic aspects so that nobody thinks that I'm a bad person or you know what maybe I shouldn't talk about the thing at all" ooooh hey look my brain is reaching the chronically online status again.
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duffertube · 1 year
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trustrage · 4 months
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me ready to spontaneously combust: LET ME TALK ABOUT LO.KI .
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navigatorwrongway · 2 years
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i will NEVER be able to hang out at a waterhole with dinosaurs and pterosaurs 😭
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zensations35 · 1 year
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Marvel Masterlist
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So, I comm'd the amazing @hachiibun and he generously drew me a pic of my current catastrophe Loki, and it's just the CUTEST MOST BESTEST pic, yall. LOOK AT THAT NOSE SCRONCH!!! UNFFF
So I figured, (with Hachii's permission) it'd be a great opportunity to put my masterlist up for all of my Loki/Marvel content. I have small one-shot stories, and a big, convoluted time travel story involving all of the avengers. See the stories below or on my AO3 ACCOUNT HERE!!
Cleaning Up Asgard: TVA AU Loki goes to Asgard to fix a timeline mistake. He runs into Thor who finds out he's sick and demands to help him out.
Viral Paradox: A variant is trying to steal the mind stone, so Loki is sent back in time to Ultron era to not only stop it, but also figure out the source of an Asgardian virus making its way through the Avengers team.
Viral Paradox p1
Viral Paradox p2
Viral Paradox p3
Viral Paradox p4
Viral Paradox p5
Viral Paradox p6
A Familiar Rapport: Natasha is sick but she doesn't want anyone finding out. That doesn't work out for her though. 🎵This fic is paired with an audiobook.🎵
Main Cast Snz Headcanons
Marvel Swearing Headcanons
More to come later??
**PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG TO NON KINK BLOGS**
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youngavengerscameos · 2 years
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Noh-Varr gets captured along with various other heroes who have ties to the Captain Marvel name by one of Carol's old enemies, Vox Supreme, before being freed by Carol and Phyla-Vell. The Marvels are then joined by the Guardians of the Galaxy and the Avengers who help defeat Vox Supreme and his arm of sludge clones
From Captain Marvel (2019) #32-36
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josephslittledeputy · 11 months
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Datura escaping from the lab that was doing experiments on her (That body isn’t from her, its from another escaped experiment, promise!) || Post Escape, doing a few burlesque shows to pass the time and somehow she meets Loki at one of her shows (Don’t ask, idk why he’s there either) || Uhh would you believe her if she said she wasn’t stealing a madmans diary to learn dark secrets that she can use to her benefit...? Okay, I wouldn’t either...
Alright, so I was technically already tagged in this meiker before, buuut since @detectivelokis​​ tagged me after I already made some of my ocs, I just decided to be super self indulgent and make Datura in her new M!Verse anyway :’)
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Hi! Do you accept commissions? Your art is spectacular!
I don't currently do commissions (it is something im looking into setting up but im personally just not super into committing to that) however you're free to request something. No promises on if i'll do it or when but I dont delete any unless theres duplicates or if its something i just wouldnt ever do (nsfw, etc)
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eraofstories · 10 months
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"you have GOT to remember to do thinking" is such a good tag that i'm asking it to you so it can be its own rebloggable post
thank you! It's really the core of approximately everything :D
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nickmarino · 1 year
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kree legends 💫
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sennik · 11 months
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maybe i am a little too insane about media.
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