#all had the best entrances in iw

[hepalienstuckyrecs]

Hidden Gems Stucky Fic Rec

Amazing fics with <10k hits

raise the flag by mcwho [M, 1k]

Slice of Life, PWP

Steve had made the mistake of laying on the sofa lengthways, on his stomach, so of course as soon as Bucky walked into the room he was all over that

Heart by @concavepatterns, everandthe [T, 1k]

Fluff, Love Confession, Post CATWS

"You're not my friend, Steve."

softer than whispers by @spacebuck [E, 1.4k]

Fluff, PWP, Table Sex, Rimming

"concept: steve fucking bucky in knee socks bc thighs and long sweaters"

Concept: The sweater hangs down nearly to Bucky’s knees as he walks past the couch Steve’s sprawled on, the hem swaying a little with each step. Steve doesn’t recognise it, realises Bucky must have gone out of his way to get something too big for him, and smiles just a little to himself. Bucky’s oblivious to his presence in the way a content cat is. Steve’s his, so he belongs.

i want it, i got it by bornes [T, 1.5k]

Fluff, Humor

Ten minutes into their impromptu mall adventure, Steve has offered to buy Bucky a designer sofa he had sat on briefly to rest his legs, a $600 headband, and a diamond-encrusted butterfly clip

more under the cut

no grave can hold my body down by @biblionerd07 [G, 1.9k]

Bucky Feels

Bucky has died more than once, but he never stays that way. Companion to let me give you my life.

Not the Needle, Nor the Thread by @steebadore [E, 2k]

Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Sex

Bucky wakes to a noise.

No, Bucky wakes to the noise. It's not the hoarse shout of nightmares born of battlefields and blood that so often tear them both from sleep. No, this is smaller. Bitten off. Choked back. A furtive, strangled keen, nearly silent but pitched at a frequency that would raise Bucky from the dead.

in the morning i’ll be sober and you’ll still be mine by mcwho [T, 2.2k]

Drunken Confessions, Kissing, Light Angst, Team fic

Steve always marveled at how people lost all their inhibitions after they got a little alcohol in them.

And then Thor gets him drunk on Asgardian liquor. Events unfold.

tutorial by @belovedmuerto [T, 2.4k]

Modern AU, High School AU, Practice Kissing, Fluff

“I’m pretty sure I’m a terrible kisser,” Steve mutters, mostly to his pencil and paper.

black eyes, bandages and bloody knuckles by @concavepatterns [M, 2.7k]

5+1 Things, Post CATWS, Prewar Flashbacks, Hurt/Comfort

Five times Bucky says “Jesus, Rogers” out of pure exasperation, and one time he means it in a completely different context.

Gorecki by @ataraxetta [M, 3k]

Hurt/Comfort, Soft, Post CATWS

Steve has a crummy mission. Bucky has a crummy dream. They cuddle it out.

hold some dirt with those hands by magdaliny [T, 3k]

Post-IW, Fix-it

It had sent him to his knees.

I Had a Marvelous Time Ruining Everything by fallendarlings (@pressrestartwrites) [T, 3.2k]

War Era, CATFA, POV Steve, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Light Angst

“I’m not worth all that. Not worth your life.”

“You’re worth everything to me.” And there it is, the secret truth. There’s no way to interpret it as anything but what it is. Steve’s heart, held out in his hands. The one that didn’t work right, ugly all over from damage. The one that was Bucky’s first, has always been Bucky’s. They say his new one is perfect, but he knows the truth. Even if they fixed everything else, they can’t fix this. Every inch of his heart, scarred with Bucky’s name. Over and over and over.

(Not Quite) All The Small Things by @leveragehunters [T, 4.1k]

Prewar, Post CATWS, Magical Realism AU, Fluff, Bucky POV

Bucky was used to finding Steve in alleys. Not every day, thank baby Jesus and all the saints or he’d be as grey as Mrs Milligicutty, but often enough.

The thing about Steve in alleys was, it meant finding Steve in fights. Or finding Steve after fights, bloody and bruised, picking gravel and dirt out of his skin, having come off third best in a two-person punch-up. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, it meant finding Steve standing, bruised but unbowed, glaring down some hapless meathead who’d underestimated just how much sheer goddamned never-say-die was packed onto those skinny bones.

That was Steve in alleys. Not this hunched over sack of glare, facing down a mangy orange tom cat that was glaring right back and trying to dart past his legs.

My Kind’s Your Kind by @callmejude [M, 4.1k]

Prewar, Practice Kissing, Smut with Feelings

Steve's beginning to get self-conscious of the fact that he's never been kissed.

let me give you my life by @biblionerd07 [T, 4.3k]

5+1 Things

Five times Steve chose to live when he could have died. Companion to no grave can hold my body down.

To Seek a Nood-er World by jehans (@lafbaguette) [E, 8.2k]

Misunderstandings, Humor, Sexting, Canon Verse, First Time, Idiots in Love

Send noodz

Steve has been staring at his phone for the last six minutes, eyes narrowed so much they’re almost closed at this point, trying to figure out what the hell Bucky means. Noodz? What the fuck are noodz?

Listen, Steve is at least marginally aware of modern pop culture. He’s heard of nudes — not that nudes are exactly a modern invention; artists have been creating them for millennia — and he does know that people tend to misspell words to be cute or funny. They did that when he was young, too. Because time is a flat circle, apparently.

But, wait—does that mean…?

No. Not possible. Bucky isn’t asking Steve to send him…nudes.

Right?

TBC (taking care of bucky) series by @steebadore [T, 8.6k]

Domestic, Fluff

It starts, as most things do, with spite. The problem is, it doesn't end there.

Glad to love you, Steve Rogers series by @maddiewritesstucky [E, 9.2k]

Modern AU, Stripper Bucky

Steve’s first thought is that he knows this song.

His second thought is little more than a stream of expletives, as the male embodiment of Fuck Me walks out onto the stage. Although, ‘walk’ seems an entirely inappropriate word…the man struts, stalks, and all at once the frenzied reaction of the crowd makes perfect sense.

If Steve had known this was about to make an entrance, he’d have been screaming for it too.

_____

In which Steve Rogers is promised a night of highly-skilled dance performance, and gets exactly that...just not in the way he expected.

Strange Human Mating Rituals by @liionne, art by velvetjinx [E, 13.7k]

Post CACW, Canon Divergent, Bucky Recovery, Sexting, Fluff

Bucky doesn't have a job. Steve assures Bucky that there's no pressure for him to do anything; Steve's army back pay and his avenging days mean they're taken care of. Bucky's a kept man, and whilst he loves that, he isn't much of a house husband. So he goes out, and that's how it happens. He's sitting on the subway when he sees the magazine, garishly pink with a woman flashing big pearly white teeth on the front cover. He can't help himself. Letting himself do things he wants to do is one of the things the Wakandan healers had taught him, so maybe it's a step in the right direction.

The magazine turns out to be a little less factual than Bucky’s usual reading material, but he loves it. He reads an interview with some actress he's never seen before, then an article on how to get the perfect brows (and he looks up at his reflection in the subway window then to find that his brows are-- what does the magazine say? on fleek already), and then he gets to something interesting.

Sexting 101: What your man really wants to hear

Now that is something Bucky wants to know more about.

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky fic rec #stevebucky #stevebucky fic rec #reclist #hidden gems #changed the title because this seems more fitting

[the18thmeatball]

‘You’re not like him you know, I’ve never been scared of you’

Art by @sidespart

Description: After Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts Virgil goes to find Roman.

Warnings: It gets a bit shippy at the end so if you don’t like that stop reading when you get to the dashed line. Slight Logicality mention, and mentions Roman’s wound offhandedly exactly once. Very fluffy.

Story:

“Because I was one of them.”

The shocked look Thomas had was enough to fuel Virgil’s nightmares for weeks. But enough of that, he onew what he had to do. Find Roman.

After a while of walking through the mindscape and questioning Logan and Patton (who seemed to have enough problems already) he saw the door to Roman’s room slightly ajar.

It hadn’t been like that before so he cautiously peaked inside. Nothing could have ever prepared Virgil for the sight in front of him. Roman was just sitting there. On the edge of his bed. Unmoving.

Virgil had never seen him like this, stoic, sad, angry, still. It was an entirely new side of him that Virgil didn’t know how to feel about. He quietly asked if it was okay for him to come in, and Roman slowly nodded.

It was quiet for a while until Roman whispered “Why did you come here?”

Virgil was a bit taken aback by the calm manner of Roman’s words and nonetheless answered “I wanted to check in on you, you didn’t seem to like today’s...” Virgil paused, looking at the floor beneath himself. “Today’s visit.”

Roman softly chuckled, completely devoid of humor. “That’s quite a bit of an understatement, emo.”

“Roman.”

The prince sighed, “Sorry, I just don’t know what to do. I never thought I’d have to see him again.”

Virgil felt the guilt in the pit of his stomach rise. “I’m sorry. I thought I could keep him back. I thought I could fight them both off.” Virgil looked up, tears pooling in his eyes. “I guess I’m just not-“

“Don’t.” Roman spoke up, sounding a bit angry. Virgil’s breath hitched in his throat. “Don’t say that about yourself. You tried your best, we all know that. You shouldn’t hold yourself to these impossible standards.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“I’m being serious, Virgil.”

“So am I! Roman,” Virgil slowly reached out for Roman’s hand. When did I get in front of him? “You’re smart, funny, kind, honest, and, creative. I mean you are creativity so I guess that makes sense,”

Looking at Roman’s face, realizing what he had said, Virgil sat down next to him. “Roman, look at me. You’re not like him you know, I’ve never been scared of you.” Roman had an indescribable expression on his face as he broke eye-contact with Virgil.

Virgil watched as the man in front of him broke. He started crying, then he was sobbing, with his head in his hands. Virgil got behind him and slowly wrapped his arms around him.

They sat like this for a while, a distorted, comfortable silence. Finally Roman spoke “Thank you.”

Confused, Virgil got back beside him, they turned to face each other and he asked “For what?”

Roman smiled, that intoxicating, innocent, bright, easy, smile that never failed to make Virgil feel those familiar butterflies. “For telling me what I needed to hear. For being with me. For making me feel better.”

It was Virgil’s turn to cry, and Roman held him, all throughout the night. They stayed with each other, on Roman’s bed. When Virgil woke up, his face turned crimson realizing where he was. He got up and went to his room, seeing Logan tending to Roman’s wound.

After a while of thinking about the night before, Virgil went downstairs. Looking in the kitchen, he saw Patton smiling as he cleaned up after breakfast. “What are you thinking about, pops?” Virgil asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh! I didn’t notice you come in. Logan and I talked about some stuff last night and uhm...” Patton trailed off, smiling impossibly wide. “He cuddled with me!”

Slightly shocked, Virgil smiled, “That’s great, Pat!”

Virgil started helping Patton clean up, and when they finished he saw Roman standing by the entrance.

In the middle of Patton’s story Virgil became distracted and only became aware when Patton pushed him towards Roman.

“Hey, Iw as wondering if we could go talk?” Roman said uncharacteristically nervously.

“Uh, yeah.” Virgil turned to Patton about to apologize but saw that Logan had already pulled him aside.

“Let’s go.” He turned back to Roman. They walked up to Roman’s room. Which had been turned into spitting image of graveyard from Nightmare Before Christmas.

Roman led Virgil to the too of the hill, and took his hands in his own.

“Virgil, I know we’ve had our differences, and maybe this isn’t the best way to go about it, but I need you to know something.”

Virgil looked in Roman’s eyes skeptically.

“I’ve felt this way for a while but last night brought it out in me.”

Realizing what was about to happen, Virgil out a finger over Roman’s mouth. “Before you continue, let me say something.”

Roman looked more terrified than Virgil had ever seen.

“I don’t think of you the way you think I do. I think I love you. But not in the way I love Logan and Patton. But not exactly that way Gomez loves Morticia, but in the most confusing way ever. It’s not platonic, but it’s not... sexual either. I want to hold your hand, I want to kiss you, but I don’t want to, you know,” Virgil looked back up to Roman’s eyes, and saw him nod.

“So, you’re asexual?” Roman half asked. Virgil nodded.

“I know this probably changes things for you, so I’ll leave you to make your decision.” Virgil started to walk away when he felt a hand on his wrist. Roman turned him around.

“Virgil, that doesn’t change anything for me. I love you, I don’t see you as an object.”

Roman pulled him closer. With a hand on Virgil’s cheek and one on his waist, he smirked down at him.

“As for that kiss, if it’s alright with you,” Virgil nodded slowly. Their lips connected in a sweet, soft, loving kiss. The kind of kiss that practically knocks you out in a way. There were no sparks, no fireworks, no brightly colored decorations, just a homely feeling.

They sat on the hill, talking about what exactly this meant for them. They decided they would go on dates, and if that went well, they would pursue a proper romantic relationship.

#prinxiety #prinxiety fic #prinxiety kisses #virgil #roman #slight logicality #my writing

[star-spangledstud]

SAVE THE DAY

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary:  Peter wants to quit being Spider-Man, but the reader needs saving.

Word Count: 3600-ish.

Warnings: mentions of violence/alcoholism and abuse/hostage situation. Angst with fluffy ending.

A/N: Let’s just pretend Peter didn’t turn into dust during IW. Also, this has a dark theme? I wrote this a while ago and figured I’d post it. It’s pretty bad, sorry. 

Peter Parker is sick and tired of being Spider-Man. 

Between hardly getting any sleep and his grades faltering miserably because of his nightly escapades, the fact that half of his friends died just three weeks ago doesn’t exactly help his case. He’s tired of putting on the suit, tired of scouring the streets in the dark of night, tired of waiting for crimes to happen when he really should be studying. 

Peter lost some of the people he looked up to the most, and ever since he returned home, he hasn’t been able to stop feeling horrendously guilty over the fact that he wasn’t able to save them. He misses his friends, but mostly, he misses his coworkers, half of whom had disappeared into dust. What’s the point of being Spider-Man when you can’t even save the ones you hold dear to your heart?

Peter is seated behind his desk, black ink pen tightly gripped between his clammy fingers. His left palm is stuck under his chin, and his eyes, droopy and fluttery, shift between the clock hanging above the door towards the back of the classroom. His hazel orbs scan everything from the green linoleum floors to the yellow-stained ceiling with its flickering lights. Empty seats line the back walls, desks and chairs stacked on top of each other in a sick manner.

Desks that were once filled with students now sat empty to collect dust and termites. Most of the kids that vanished didn’t even know who Thanos was or what his intentions were. It isn’t fair, Peter thinks as he grips his pen and clenches his jaw. They didn’t deserve to die. 

Several of Peter’s classes have been postponed until further notice due to the sudden lack of staff and student body. Of course, Mr. Brown hadn’t vanished, and so, Peter is sitting in his Tuesday morning math class with barely over a dozen other kids. Each one of them looks just as sad, confused and most of all defeated as Peter does, because most of them have lost multiple family members and friends in the blink of an eye without any hope of bringing them back. 

James from physics has lost both his parents. Samantha from biology lost only one, but her grandparents as well. Francis from literature didn’t have parents even before the Snap, but lived with her aunt and uncle who both disappeared. The gist of it is clear; grief, hurt and anger surrounds the school like a thick, impenetrable blanket of fire from which nobody can escape and for a moment, Peter doesn’t know on which side of the Snap he’d rather be. 

The seconds on the clock tick by agonizingly slowly. Mr. Brown knows nobody in his class gives a shit about potentially solving mathematical problems anymore, but life must go at the end of the day and until anyone has any better ideas, the only thing the school board knows to do is to keep teaching classes to whoever decides to show up. To be fair, even though it’s nothing like how it used to be, school remains the only constant in most of these kids’ lives. 

Doubt continues to plague Peter’s cloudy mind as the day progresses. He’s already stuffed his suit in Ned’s locker - he wouldn’t be needing the space anymore anyway. The mere thought of his best friend vanishing into thin air made his fist curl and his eyebrows twitch in anger and every waking moment of his existence he hates himself for not being able to help him make it through the Snap. Then again, maybe it was for the best. 

Being alive suddenly didn’t seem like such a great thing anymore with the world in complete shambles. 

After class is over, most of the students slowly drag their feet towards the library or the cafeteria. With so many postponed classes, study hours are given left and right until the board has time to conjure a new schedule. Peter slings his backpack over his shoulder and, while dragging his feet to the library, absentmindedly reaches his phone from his back pocket. The latest iPhone he was given by Tony now feels alien in his hand, especially since half of his contacts don’t exist anymore. The Snap chat streak he used to have with Ned died weeks ago, and the last message Peter sent him still sits in Ned’s inbox marked as ‘unread’. Peter grips the device and bites his lip. He has to stop himself from throwing it out of the window all together. Looking at it has become unbearable. 

Just as he’s about to shove it back deep inside his pocket, it vibrates. He thinks it’s just his imagination at first, but when his hand shakes for the second time, he lifts up the phone with the thumping of his heart. 

It’s you, your name displayed as the caller ID across the screen, followed by blue and red heart emojis. You picked those out yourself. 

“What’s up?” he asks after picking up, “where are you? You have no idea how boring math is without you.” 

When the line momentarily remains silent on your end, Peter shrugs. You’ve pocket-dialed him before so it doesn’t immediately strike him as odd, and when he calls your name and doesn’t receive a response, he hangs up, finally able to place the phone in his pocket where he hopes it will remain forever. 

But it doesn’t remain there forever, because less than a minute later, it rings again, once more flashing your name across the screen for his eyes to see. His groans, but picks up anyway as he stands in front of the library entrance. 

“Y/N?” He asks, holding the device tightly to his ear just in case he can hear you in the distance. 

“No,” you whisper finally, “he’s going to kill a bunch of people, P.” 

Peter’s blood runs cold when the call is ended once again. He wastes no time sprinting towards Ned’s old locker and holds his breath when he dashes through the empty hallways. Before he gets there, he calls you back. You don’t answer. 

Peter sneaks the costume into his backpack and changes into it in the empty bathroom near the physics lab. He stuffs his backpack inside the air vent and dials your number again. With his phone stuck tightly against his ear, he jumps out of the window.

You are one of the only people Peter still has left and vice versa. The two of you have been friends for ages, sharing nearly every class and you, him and Ned always sit together for lunch. The three of you would hang out together after school as well; you saw movies together and played video games on the weekends. You texted each other constantly. 

The Snap wiped out nearly your entire family. Your mother, little brother and both of your grandparents and your aunt and uncle on both sides. You were left with nobody but your step-father.

Peter knows the two of you don’t get along. The man drinks too much, stays out too late even during the week and sometimes, he doesn’t even come home for days. Your mother always welcomed him back with open arms and chose to ignore the empty bottles of vodka and whiskey in the trash. She ignored the perfume on his clothes and his behavior towards you and stayed with him, a man so unstable he couldn’t hold jobs longer than a few months at a time. Her blindness to his shenanigans always angered Peter, because the relationship between your mother and step-father affected you in more ways than you cared to admit.

He knows you wish it was him who died instead of your mom and frankly, Peter wishes the same. He never liked the guy.  

Peter is extremely worried about you, because he knows the drinking has doubled since your mom died. You’ve been skipping school to take care of the household and you know very well how Peter feels about your step-father’s lack of participation in and around the home. He started taking you away from your house whenever he could find the time and you’d even met Tony Stark the first time Peter took you to the tower. It surprised Peter to see how well the two of you got along, but then again, computer science is your favorite subject in school so it’s something the two of you could bond over. Well, it used to be anyway, because the class got dropped after the teacher and eight of his students got lost in the Snap. 

Peter’s heart rams against his rib cage when you finally answer the phone. In the background, he can hear people screaming and shouting. 

“Y/N? Where the hell are you?” He asks, using his webs to sling himself from building to building to avoid being seen in broad daylight. 

“Central bank,” you whisper under shaky breaths, “gun. Can’t talk.” 

The line goes dead once again, and Peter immediately changes direction. 

You knew something was wrong when Hank offered to drive you to school this morning, because he’d never volunteered to take you anywhere before and you doubted he would start now. The red rims around his dull, yellow eyes made you decline his proposal at first but he insisted, and in fear of getting hurt by a man nearly twice your size, you finally agreed to have him drive you to school. You weren’t in any kind of mood to argue with him, and you sure as hell didn’t want to provoke him. Besides, the drive would only take ten minutes, while walking took you nearly half an hour, so you couldn’t exactly complain. 

It saddened you to see him like this. The two of you never really got along, but at least a small part of you hoped that the shared loss of your mom and little brother would bring you some type of twisted companionship, something dark to bond over. You wanted to ask him if Peter could stay over for dinner, but the dark sweat stains on his creme t-shirt and his iron grip on the wheel made you stay quiet. 

Hank never liked talking when he had a hangover. Talking too much always made him angry, and you don’t like seeing him pissed off. Granted, the only times he’d physically hurt you were when he was so drunk he couldn’t even tell you his own name, but you still fear him even now, afraid that one day he might actually do something he can never take back. With this knowledge, you typically stick to avoiding him on mornings after he’s had too much to drink. Nowadays though, it’s all he does. 

Even when he deviates from the usual route to your school, you bite your tongue in fear of pissing him off. Perhaps, you think, he’s forgotten the location of your school or maybe he’s too hungover to think straight and the entire time, you expect him to turn around. He doesn’t, but wen he finally does stop, he does so in front of Central Bank. 

You finally dare to speak up, asking him quietly what the two of you are doing there and fully expect him to sneer at you, to spit out that he’s only going to withdrawal money from your mother’s account again so he can support his bad habits, but instead of answering, he leaves you in the car and reaches for the trunk. 

“What are you doing?!” You ask fearfully when he rips open your door and grabs a fistful of your hair. 

“Shut up and don’t make a sound, got it?” 

He pulls your head towards the ground when he walks, so the only thing you can see is the beat up sneakers on his feet and the terrifying barrel of a semi-automatic weapon. There’s no security guard near the entrance, but you don’t have enough time to wonder where he might be, because Hank’s already crossed the threshold and he’s shouting like mad when you realize what the hell is going on.  

"Everybody sit the fuck down on the ground or I'll kill every last of one you!" 

Screams erupt from every corner, and as Hank angrily waves the gun around in an attempt to scare the customers and bank personnel, people left and right begin to duck behind chairs, desks and in booths. You can hear a baby crying somewhere nearby, and your palms are sweating and shaky when you curl them into fists. You’ve always known he’s crazy, but even for him, this is fucking insane.

"Hank, what the fuck are you doing?" You scream, feeling the pressure of his grip on your neck sting like a hot iron.

"Shut up, before I shut you up myself. Don't make a god damn sound, you hear me? That goes for all of you!" 

The next hour is a complete blur. Shots are fired into cream-colored walls, demands are made on stolen cellphones and most of all, you and everybody else inside is scared shitless. Hank forces you to sit in of the empty chair behind counter three, the one where people come to apply for loans. He continues to keep the gun pointed mostly at you - the hostage he uses to negotiate his demands. You called Peter when his back was turned to you, but couldn’t speak at first out of pure terror of being seen or heard. 

Outside, flashing red and blue lights draw near, and the sound of multiple helicopters rounding the perimeter nearly drowns out the sound of Hank’s screeching voice when one of the clerks makes an unexpected move. You’ve never seen him this angry and doubt you’ll ever see it again. Practically all bank transfers are conducted digitally nowadays, most banks using shares on the stock market to finance their customer’s savings accounts. Sure, there’s physical money inside, but none of the desk clerks have access to the vault where they keep the big bucks. How Hank didn’t realize this is a mystery to you. 

You’re starting to realize time is running out when SWAT arrives with a hostage negotiator. Peter can feel his heart nearly exploding inside his chest when he thinks of you as he slings his way across the city. He’s never run faster across rooftops, but he doesn’t take a moment to breathe until he makes it there. 

It doesn’t take him very long to sneak inside through one of the top floor’s open windows. Peter ignores the news camera’ that zoom in on him while he climbs inside, swallowing thickly at the knowledge that Tony’ll probably be pissed off later. 

He jumps down the staircase, swinging from left to right and balancing on the barricades until he reaches the first floor of the old building. Directly beneath him, he can hear the commotion and when he finally finds an air vent in one of the break rooms, he uses his webs to fling himself up and inside. His phone vibrates again when he’s slowly crawling his way through the dusty vents, but he doesn’t answer, because he can see you sitting in your chair shaking like a leaf when he finally reaches one of the vents that lead to the main entrance. 

He notices your step-father walking anxiously in circles, his eyes wildly darting across the entire ground floor to make sure nobody tried to take him down. He needs money now that his source of income has died and the amount of debt he finds himself in leads him to believe this is the only way to do it. 

Peter quickly and quietly unscrews the roster that allows fresh air to distribute throughout the ground floor and silently moves it to the side. 

Look up. 

He quickly texts you, but doesn’t realize your phone might make a sound until he’s already pressed send. He releases a deep breath when you check the message, and begin to search around the ceiling with a worried frown on your face until your finally eyes land on him halfway hidden in the darkness. 

You sigh inaudibly but tremble when the gun goes off three times and Hank begins to shout at a mother and her crying baby. 

“I'm going to get you out," Peter mouths at you after pushing up his mask you you can see his lips. 

He has to get the gun away from Hank, who is now pacing back and forth on the other side of the wall. With one swift motion, Peter drops down from the vent with his finger pushed against his mask to let the people know to keep quiet. He slides behind your chair and gives your hand a tight squeeze before disappearing just in time to see the barrel of the gun followed by Hank. 

Sweat drips down the man’s face and back, veins popping angrily in his neck protruding from his temples. Outside, the hostage negotiator uses a megaphone to shout at him, but it’s as if nobody is paying attention to what he’s saying. You only have eyes for Peter, who’s crouched under one of the desks, his arms stretched out in front of him so he can get a good angle on Hank. 

Before you get a chance to do as much as blink, silvery webs shoot out from Peter's wrists. They latch onto the cold metal of the firearm and begin to quickly retreat, pulling the weapon out of Hank's sweaty palms. He accidentally pulls the trigger when he struggles to hold on to the only thing that’s currently keeping him alive, firing four shots into the wall before the gun clashes to the ground and drags away from him.

His eyes bulge out of his head when he sees Spider Man, now standing on top of the desk. Peter yanks his arms back, flinging the weapon towards the security guard, who was sitting near the water cooler next to the staff room. The man doesn’t hesitate to pick it up and disarm it, emptying the magazine onto the ground until every last bullet falls to the ground with a clang. They bounce across the floor and roll under desks and at people's feet, away from the man who threatened to kill with them. 

Within minutes, the entire place is surrounded by SWAT and cops, their guns aimed at the man who was willing to kill innocent people for his own benefit. 

You can hardly get up from your chair when you feel something warm and smooth pressed up against your body. You instantly feel your knees buckling under you, but Peter uses his strength to keep you from falling. Reporters outside try their hardest to catch a glimpse of what’s going on inside the bank, but police officers hold them back as best they can, cutting off their view with all their might while the two of you hug. 

Your entire body trembles and your heart feels like it was going to explode as you shivered in Peter's arms, holding onto the boy for what felt like dear life. 

"Shh," he whispers in your ear, "It's okay. I got you."

You try to speak, to thank him for coming as quickly as he did, but nothing comes out except throaty stutters and shaky breaths. You’re hurting, even a blind man can see it.

“You came,” you manage, “he just lost it.” 

“Of course I did silly,” he replies, “I couldn’t let you get hurt, could I?”

People all around you gasp audibly when Peter pulls off his mask, synapses doing jumping jacks when you come face to face with him in public. He’s never taken off the mask in front of people before, especially not in front of reporters, and out of all of the Avengers, his identity is the only one that up until now remained a secret. Peter isn’t thinking about what Tony might say or what Steve might think. He’s not concerned with the gaping expressions of journalists and cops alike, or with the newspapers that will have his face plastered on the front page tomorrow. He doesn’t care because grown attached to you. 

The feeling had crept up on him slowly, and he hadn’t realized it until now, when the possibility of losing you for the second time in such a short amount of time finally managed to get it through his head.

“What are you doing?” You ask, eyes wide and pupils blown out. 

“I want you to see me,” he says, “not the mask.”

“But-” you stammer, “your identity. They’ll know. Everyone will know.” 

“I don’t care anymore,” Peter uses his thumb to caress your cheek, “let ‘em know that spider man’s just a kid from Queens. I’m sick of hiding.”

The small smile that plays on your rosy lips makes his heart skip a beat. He’s in love with you, has been for a while now, and Peter’s pretty sure the adrenaline surging in his veins is the reason for the sudden realization. He opens his mouth to speak and the words dangle on the tip of his tongue, but he remains silent when a police officer drapes a blanket over your shoulders and asks you if you require medical attention.

He’ll tell you, he reckons. When the time is right.

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Beth Liveblogs Black Widow

Bought that premium access on Disney+ so I can have the privilege of pausing for snacks and using subtitles as needed - so let’s go! 

Beth’s Spoiler-Free Review: Overall I thoroughly enjoyed the movie - the plot was compelling, the characters were likable, and the stunts were really excellent. I felt like hair and makeup dropped the ball on realism multiple times which I was sad about, because how she looks seems to be pretty important to Nat so I expected it to be done well in her movie. 

I did not like the way they framed the tail end (denouement - obviously because this movie is mid-series we know how it ends to an extent) - I felt like the connect-up to Infinity War was lackluster, especially compared to how enjoyable and dynamic the rest of the film was.

Spoilery live-reactions are under the cut. Click at own risk! Feel free to rebagel with your own impressions, thoughts, jokes and rebuttals!

The movie begins with a young Nat with blue dyed hair and visible roots, showing her natural red. Do you know how hard it is to get natural red out of hair, enough to make it blue and not green? And I’m supposed to believe that a middle-school age girl in 1995 Ohio had access to these chemicals? I’ll give her the white hair in IW/Endgame because she’s an adult with a lot of experience as a spy altering her appearance. But as a child? In the 90s? While her family is apparently in hiding? Sus.

The scene with Alexei laying on the on the wing while Nat learns to fly? AMAZING stunts. Amazing. AND someone in an action movie is finally smart enough to shoot the tires.

Nice skills on young Nat, getting the gun. Since we know from Endgame that Nat’s father is named Ivan, we know that Alexei isn’t really her dad. She also refers to presumably the red room as going “back.” Was she lent out to these agents to legitimize their family?

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Nice knife moves, Yelena - I love the hand switch.

Ooooh so she was being mind controlled and the red stuff freed her? Interesting.

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Nat is in Norway - visit Thor! He’d love to have you. (I’m mixing up my timeline, aren’t I?)

Supplies Dude whose name I didn’t catch refers to the Avengers breakup as a divorce - I kinda love it. It’s accurate!

BUDAPEST omg are we finally going to get the story?? Are we??

Box dye? I’m supposed to believe she got all that red out of her hair with flippin’ Loreal? Really? And that toner isn’t even the color she ultimately went - it’s too yellow. Sus.

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Oop, looks like Nat got caught up in Yelena’s desertion.

Do not give Nat your metal frisbee, robocop - she’s been around Steve long enough that she knows how to use it.

I laughed out loud when she did the string him up thing with the cables - literal spider move, I love it!

Mystery box is empty - classic bait and switch.

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BUDAPEST - WE ARE IN BUDAPEST - IT’S HAPPENING PEOPLE

Nat closing the door behind her is a small thing but I appreciate it - no sneaking up behind her.

When Yelena throws Nat in the kitchen and her feet hit the door and she spins before she hits the ground? That was a helluva stunt.

Oooooh honey. No body left to check is ALWAYS movie code for they lived.

Dreykov’s daughter? Another hint from Avengers 2012? C’mon, movie.

Riding the chimney down? Another incredible stunt. 

Dreykov can scan his soldiers’ bodies and terminate them if they’re too damaged to keep fighting? Big yikes. With Nat where she is character development wise, the stakes are now much higher because if she injures an opponent they may be killed remotely.

“Do you want me to chase him down and un-steal it?”

The car door under the bike was an excellent stunt - as was the car going into the subway. Though I’ve never seen a subway entrance big enough to admit a car.

Who hasn’t wanted to slide down the middle to avoid the crowded escalators lol.

Yelena making fun of Nat’s sexy poses I am LIVING omg.

Running water for wounds. RUNNING WATER. NOT ALCOHOL. The vodka goes on the INSIDE for the pain - the running water cleans the OUTSIDE. If there’s a convenience store then there’s a bathroom, with running water. Cleansing with something like alcohol is a LAST RESORT and you do not look like you’re at that point resource-wise. I thought these ladies were supposed to be highly trained in all of the things?

“Could be fun though.” “I saw where he put the keys” “Top drawer green cabinet.” I love their chaos.

Yelena’s vest and its pockets and the resulting conversation are positively majestic.

“You are sensitive.” “You’re a very annoying person.”

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Do! Not! Move! Around! Like! That! While! Getting! A! Tattoo!!!! That poor artist was trying his best and Alexei just...

Ooooh was Red Guardian like Captain Russia? Interesting.

“Just don’t make a scene.” “You made a scene didn’t you.”

David Harbor running up that wall and then wiping out after the guard shocks him... I really loved that stunt, especially since they don’t show him being all super cut - he’s a big guy! He’s allowed to have fat over his muscles and still be a strong dude! I love it.

“Such a poser.” Girl, you need to meet Loki - he does a lot of hair flips too lol.

The sibling energy between the girls during the rescue!!!

“Whooooooa... this would be a cool way to die.” Yelena, I’m not necessarily disagreeing with you but get your head in the game girl.

Poor Alexei - he never gets to do the dramatic escape from *inside* of the aircraft.

Hang on, no ovaries? So all of these women are now in immediate, surgically-induced menopause? The uterus part makes sense if the intent was to prevent them from getting pregnant if they have sex during a mission, but, what, they gotta be on estrogen supplements for the rest of their lives? That’s just really poor planning. Like it was hilarious the way Yelena went into the biology of it to make Alexei uncomfortable, but that really doesn’t make sense to do to your superhero kids. It’s just bad science.

Love that Yelena keeps her vest even after she changes into her matching white flight suit. That vest better make it to the end of the movie.

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“Honey, we’re home.” I 100% expected her to shoot him on sight tbh. it would have been funny.

Alexei squeezing into the uniform is such a post-pandemic feel. Also all of the fancy braids at that table; I see where Natasha got her propensity for them.

Animal cruelty warning, ugh. Poor piggy Alexei.

Oooh the photo album and Natasha remembered staging the pictures; they’re emotional for her but in a different way.

I wonder if robocop’s shield is actually Alexei’s.

The singing between Alexei and Yelena was a really beautiful moment because it was neither auto-tuned-good nor hilariously bad - it felt really real, especially the way Yelena’s so choked up she can barely make sounds come out.

Uh-oh, mama has one of those monitor your vitals and kill your ass suits. The suits I understand - the eyeliner though... when and why did she do her makeup?? That’s not really the thing that comes to mind for me when I’m getting ready to do something athletic, like say kidnapping my supersoldier fake family.

“This is a much less cool way to die.” Also WTF why would they do that. Wouldn’t it be easier to get the information out of her while her brain is still attached to, y’know, her mouth??

CLEVER CLEVER CLEVER they switched outfits and faces ooooooh like mother like daughter.

The door opening as Alexei is leaning against it dramatically bahahahaha

I love the plan. I’m thoroughly weirded out that Melina has a red wig just lying around that perfectly immitates Natasha though. 

“Yelena, it’s mama. You have a two-inch blade in your belt.”

Oh. My. God.

Antonia.

A pheromone lock preventing them from hurting them if they’re close enough to smell him - I like it. It’s clever and new.

Bahahaha poser! You posed I saw you! Still love the vest.

Natasha is really good at manipulating people’s emotions to get what she wants - I mean, scary good. So if she’s provoking Dreykov into beating her up, there’s a reason. 

“Using the only resource the world has too much of - girls.” Kill him. 

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When I say I whooped out loud... SEVERING THE NERVE. Thank you for your cooperation. YAAAAAAS QUEEN.

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“Slight change of plans - we are going into a controlled crash.” The way she said that was just so mom-like omg!

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The grenade as a delivery system was super smart - but yikes what if she’d mistimed it and blew Natasha up? Also, after the beating she took and how hard she had to wack her own face into the desk to sever her olfactory nerve and the amout of blood we saw her leave behind from doing that, her face should be a LOT more messed up, come on makeup department.

“Get as far away from here as possible.” And then keep going because General I-Collect-Supersoldiers-Like-Stamps Ross is about to turn up at your location looking for trouble and he’d snap you ladies up like there’s a fire sale and you’re going out of stock.

This crash doesn’t look all that controlled, Melina. I’m starting to suspect that most of the widows won’t live long enough to make their own decisions...

All of the aerial stunts were amaaaaaazing - the way Nat slowed herself by sliding down the panels so Antonia could catch up with her and she could deploy her parachute... 

The vest survived the movie!!!

Fuuuuuck Ross is showing up and he sucks and I hate him and I’m super worried that he’s gonna take the vest from Nat if he takes her into custody. Please don’t let her lose the vest. 

Okay, there is now zero reason for Nat to stay behind. They have an aircraft. She had plenty of time to just board it and leave?

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Okay okay okay Ross did not get her and did not take the vest. But am I supposed to believe she bleached her hair, toned it blonde, and then re-bleached and re-toned it to silver? Who does that? That would be terrible for her hair. Her scalp would be burned all to hell from the amount of chemicals needed to not only get all that red out but THEN get the blonde toner out. Y’know what color silver toner is? Blue/purple. Y’know what happens when you mix that with yellow? Green. And not a nice green either (I speak from experience). No. Her hair at the end of the movie? Cancelled. 

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SHE GOT THE DOG!!!

Oh, ouch. Big ouch. I hurt like a lot now. This is so not an okay way to end the -

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Countess I-Forgot-Your-Name-Already?

Oh no. Oh no. That’s worse. That’s a lot worse. We are now setting up the Hawkeye series and I while I’m horrified that this was how they ended the film, I gotta say that’s going to make for some wonderful angst in that series on both Clint and Yelena’s parts and I am here for it!

OVERALL IMPRESSION

I really, really enjoyed this movie, I thought the story was compelling, the stunts were really excellent, and I liked the character dynamics and the twist

I did not like the ending - it just sort of fell off quickly and didn’t feel satisfying after an otherwise really fun movie. I also take issue with the hair and makeup as shown among the characters, as seen in my several rants to that effect.

I would have liked to have seen a few more childhood/training flashbacks, and absolutely would have loved a cameo from Jeremy Renner (not just his voice) and to see him and Nat meeting and him giving her the whole dad speech that he does so well - bonus points if she could have then quoted him to Yelena or Antonia, showing the way that multiple people had a formative effect on her (an answer to the “The Avengers aren’t really your family either” comment).

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ENDGAME was AWESOME but NOT PERFECT (Spoilers)

It was the shortest 3-hour movie I have seen next to Troy (2004) Let me break it down to the good/amazing stuff and the confusing/mediocre stuff. Confusing

1. The FIVE year time jump. We all know that time jumps are generally signs of weak and lazy writing, I know the producers and writers are trying to address every subplot but the fall from grace moments are as essential as the results we have seen our beloved characters in. Nat drowning herself with work, Steve trying to do emotional support for people and help them move on, Clint becoming an assassin (which could have a potential for more intricate scenes) and Tony finally building Pepper a house by the farm or lake, you get that point.  What we could have was Pepper building Tony back up, Steve dealing with his failures (which I thought they would do when they began the HQ scene with Tony saying I fucking told you). AND HULK-BANNER JOURNEY TO COOPERATE? (Like Naruto and Kurama finally becoming friends, we have had a whole anime series for that and here, we got nothing.) We could have had those hows, those things that made some of the OG Avengers to just wanna “move on”. 2. The VORMIR plothole. SO Nebula is basically their tour guide in space right? Aside from Rocket. So, why the fuck didn’t she say things about the SOUL STONE MANDATORY SACRIFICE? It’s not a detail you wanna hold back from the team? Logically this detail that killed Gamora, her beloved sister, shouldn’t have kept in the dark. “But it wouldn’t have the same, intensity and gravity if Nebula warned the OG team.” Yeah, so this is telling me, she just stomached everything, somehow arranged and assigned two best buds who mean the world to each other to get the soul stone. How convenient. How fucking convenient.

(for those who are saying Nebula didn’t understand the Soul stone sacrifice at the very first place)

3.  The RULES of TIME TRAVEL. I CAN’T ONLY BE THE ONE WHO IS FRUSTRATED by this. We have seen a lot of time travel movies, the ripple effect and the other rules of this shit. You don’t show yourself to people who directly know you, you don’t show yourself to your past self, and lastly, you don’t get to kill your fucking past self and still get to live. They even managed to bring it up themselves, referencing movies. But the only scapegoat they had was, they are gonna return the stones? Thor talking to Queen Frigga, so what do we think about this? Frigga is still going to die by the hands of the Dark Elves with the new experience and information she had by meeting Fluffy Thor from the future. Steve parring with himself? Tho he thinks of himself as Loki. Lastly, NEBULA SHOOTING HERSELF without affecting her future self? AND what would past Thor think of his lost hammer? The only unwrinkled detail here is Banner meeting with the Ancient One. That’s it. 4. STEVE LIVING HIS LIFE. Bitch, we could have closed our eyes with the previous item but this right here is MAJOR shit. HE returned the stones but stayed in his timeline? So, there is not Captain America during some key events for the Shield/dra and the past how many movies we have seen to lead up to this moment? Bitch what? WHAT? I DON’T BUY THIS SHIT. NOT AT ALL. The guy who saved the world just ruined its present timeline for himself. We can forgive you for telling your past self that Bucky is alive, but this part? This has to cause some CHANGES in the present future. I just really wish they have established some ground rules for time travel stuff. Mediocre 5. WHERE DID THAT PEGASUS COME FROM? 6. That rat. How convenient. What a great timing for that rat to sniff around the van, but it felt like the whole Quantum realm solution rested on a convenient rodent? Come on, we could have done better. We could have Tony studying past Stark-collaborations with the Pym particle. Something far more plausible. 7. No one conveniently died from that surprise airstrike? Somehow a lot of things about the plot was convenient.

8. What of Gamora now? Did you just purposely or accidentally erased Gamora’s character development that you would fix it in GotG vol3?

Good

1. Killing Thanos in the first ten fucking minutes. Whilst it gave us the impression of a time travel/parallel universe solution. It made sense, their plan made sense. Thanos was weakened, the gauntlet was damaged, and they have a powerful backup. Get the stones, reverse it boom. Then it was a detour so they just opted for another option with the same plan. Get the stones (from the past), reverse it. 2. Carol Danvers. Everything about Captain Marvel, from her haircut to the fact that she was even downplayed, making it about the OG team to fix it. And that part where she got teary eyed looking at her old friend Fury. We are yet to see her second movie. Her entrance tho, everybody cheered and whistled. Yas KWEEN. That’s our girl. She even carried a whole ship by herself. AND SHE IS GIVEN THE CHANCE TO HAVE A SHOWDOWN WITH THANOS. He only managed to overpower her by kinda cheating and literally using his other hand with the power stone. Given the premise from IW, with his fight with Tony. Carol could have just sealed the deal. 3. Wanda being a wonder. That callback. You’ve taken everything from me. Bitch could have crushed Thanos apart, I even got the sense of some Dark Phoenix schist. (No offense meant to XMEN fans) but then again, Thanos was that desperate, sacrificing his army to get away from Wanda’s grip. 4. New Asgard. A lot says that Thor’s development was erased in this movie, but personally, his depression only registered after a few years as it is different for everyone. He got a beer belly, and boy did he look like a typically mythological god with the dad bod. Valkyrie taking charge of everything is so noble of her. 5. Steve wielding the Mjolnir. Alright, this could have gone straight to the amazing list but then again. He was able to summon thunder? Odin said the power of Thor doesn't reside on the hammer but within himself in Thor Ragnarok. So why was Steve able to blast Thanos with some lightning? But nevertheless, it’s good. I’ll buy it. Maybe they went with “Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."

6. Nat’s sacrifice. It was a very emotional moment, I honestly thought it was going to be Clint, to redeem his killing spree (which we didn't get to see much of) but it ended up with her. She deserved better tho, and Scarjo did an amazing performance.

Amazing (It’s many so I’ll put it in bullets)

Skinny Tony.

“I went for the head.”

Steve’s ass.

Thor’s Fortnite

Carol’s haircut.

Hail Hydra

Howard Potts.

Iron Woman

Ant Man and his tacos

Basically the whole climax

Stark Gauntlet

Hulk and the stairs

Morgan Stark

Spidey Instant Kill

Queen Valk

Captain Samerica

Peggy Rogers

The potato gun kid

“She’s got help.”

“I am inevitable.”

“I am Iron Man”

“It’s okay, you can rest now.”

peace out, I gotta get back to work

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Plot Holes in Infinity War

If you don’t want to see criticism of Infinity War, I suggest that you don’t read/filter your tags/block me.

Now.

Avengers: Infinity War is one of Marvel’s biggest movies, being among the longest MCU movies and quite successful in the box office. Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean it’s a great movie. The storyline that calls itself a plot is smashed together in whatever manner makes a few specific scenes happen. That style of writing has its trademarks—plots that could almost be used as cheesecloth. I’m not kidding; there’s tons of them. Some are within the movie. Some fly in the face of the rest of the MCU.

Here’s all the plot holes that I can think of. After the first couple scenes the chronological order gets messed up a little, but here goes.

1. Starting at the beginning here. So...Loki has the Tesseract. Why didn’t he use it to make a portal to get the Asgardian refugees out (or as many as he can, anyway)? We know he can use it. Why didn’t they just start a ship-chase to buy a little time and use that time to evacuate?

2. So, Loki knows Thanos, right? He’d know Thanos’ M.O. Wouldn’t he know that Thanos would go for Thor? Why not stuff Thor in his pocket dimension beforehand? Did Thanos and the Black Order block him from doing that? That’s not what I remember seeing. Loki was standing off sort of on his own at the very beginning of the scene.

3. Where has the Hulk been? Yes, “we have a Hulk” is a cool callback and it looks good as an entrance, but wouldn’t a Hulk be good to have when Thanos and the Black Order were slaughtering the Asgardian refugees? Why was he staying back the whole time? It doesn’t make sense. If he hadn’t been staying back, Thanos and co. would’ve known about him, and the surprise-attack wouldn’t have been a surprise. Was he just sitting on his butt listening to the refugees dying until he heard the words “we have a Hulk”?

4. Once Hulk does attack, Loki dives for Thor and drops the Tesseract. What. Why not just hold onto the Tesseract, grab Thor, and portal out of there? Wouldn’t that make more sense than dropping it for someone else (Ebony Maw) to pick up?

5. Heimdall. Why does Heimdall rescue the Hulk instead of Thor, Loki, or both? He’s known Hulk for maybe a day or two. He’s known Thor and Loki for over a thousand years. What’s going on with that? Why does he save the one he just met as opposed to the ones he’s known since their infancy?

6. More about Heimdall. Since when has he been able to summon the Bifrost? This is a major point of TDW. If Heimdall had been able to summon the Bifrost without the actual structure, Thor and co. wouldn’t have had to break Loki out of prison. How can he suddenly do it now? Why hasn’t he used it before?

7. Where did Loki go during the Hulk-vs-Thanos fight? He disappears after going for Thor for several minutes. Where to? I know people have brought this up before, but I want to know.

8. Why doesn’t he stay there? He’s stuck in a ship with five people who’ve just killed half the refugees his risked his life to rescue, who’d be more than happy to kill him (at best), and they’re more or less ignoring his presence where he currently is. Why go out and deliberately draw their attention?

9. Loki attacking Thanos at all. What is Loki doing?! He knows Thanos better than any other protagonist on that ship. He just saw Thanos beat Hulk one-on-one. Why does he think this is something he should do?!

10. More on that stupid, stupid attack. Loki’s got plenty of powers and abilities. Super-strength, durability, insane reflexes, freaky intelligence, combat skills, ice manipulation, illusions, invisibility, teleportation (this is canon, check out Thor: Heroes and Villains), shapeshifting, telekinesis, off the top of my head. I probably forgot something. Loki overpowered Odin. He has all this and likely more at his disposal, and he attacks Thanos with what? A knife. One knife that barely reaches Thanos’s throat.

11. Another thing about this attack. Considering the above, he probably knew he was going to die. So why did he do it? People say that he was sacrificing himself for Thor. Except...him dying wouldn’t have stopped Thanos at all. Thanos could’ve just killed Thor after Loki’s death. Loki dying or Loki being alive wouldn’t change a thing. And besides, Thanos all but did that anyway when he blew up the ship.

12. Thanos killing Loki. The Russos said that Thanos killed Loki for ‘disobedience’. Presumably this means Loki’s ‘disobedience’ in Avengers (2012). But...death is not what Thanos (or his underling the Other, rather) threatened Loki with for failure/disobedience. The threat was, “if you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon or crevice where he can’t find you. You think you know pain? He will make you long for something sweet as pain.” That is...not death. Definitely not what Thanos actually did.

13. Still more on Thanos killing Loki. Let’s look at the insane stuff Loki’s survived so far: falling into an unstable wormhole (in the prequel comics, Odin claims that this should have scattered Loki across the universe), a year of torture from Thanos, getting thrashed by the Hulk (who’s nearly as strong as Thanos), taking a sword through his chest and back, and getting knocked out of the Bifrost (note that Thor seems somewhat surprised with his “you’re alive!” in Ragnarok). And now apparently getting his neck broken is going to kill him.

14. Okay, finally done with the first scene. How did Heimdall know about the Sanctum? How did he know to send Bruce/Hulk there? How did he know about Strange? Thor and Loki didn’t know that Earth had wizards in Ragnarok. How does Heimdall know? Did they tell him? When? They’ve been pretty busy.

15. Dr. Strange keeps a list of threats, but he doesn’t know about Thanos. He doesn’t even seem to know that a threat so large exists. I suppose this could be a case of Thanos simply never having been to Earth, but it still seems off. Wouldn’t Strange at least know that there’s something huge out there? Given that the Masters of the Mystic Arts know about beings around the multiverse and all.

16. How does Bruce know so much about Thanos and the Infinity Stones, or that Thanos sent Loki? He knows what Thanos does. He knows that Thanos is after the Stones. How? No one tells him this stuff onscreen. Was there some mysterious conversation somewhere between Ragnarok and Infinity War where everyone shared all the information that they had? Wouldn’t they have been busy organizing the refugees in the ship/finding quarters for everyone/figuring out how to get food and water for the trip? You know, stuff that’d seem more immediately relevant?

17. How does Thor know that the Aether was on Knowhere? This is never discussed onscreen. I’m seriously suspecting that info-dump conversation. But still, why were they having an info-dump conversation? Wouldn’t the things mentioned in item 15 be more immediate concerns? It’s not like they all knew that they were about to need this information.

18. Thanos’s plan and “making sense”. No plot-hole list of IW would be complete without this. Thanos believes that there is too much life in the universe for its resources to sustain. For the sake of argument alone, I’ll assume that he’s correct for the duration of this point on the list. Thanos has decided that in order to save all life in the universe, he needs the Infinity Stones to “balance” the ratio of life to resources. Okay, that’s fairly logical. He can do anything with the Infinity Stones. Here comes the weird part. He decides that the only way to “balance” the universe is to kill half of all life...including (according to the Russos) plants and animals. AKA resources. Remember, he’s devoted decades at minimum to the development of this plan. And this is the best he can come up with. He’s got unlimited power. Couldn’t he use the Space and Reality Stones to move beings around to other planets with more resources? Couldn’t he use the Reality Stone to make more resources? No, gotta kill half the life he’s ‘trying to save’ and the resources they use as well. That doesn’t change the ratio at all. It doesn’t accomplish his stated goal.

19. Gamora. How does Gamora know what the Soul Stone is? The Collector had to explain Infinity Stones to her as well as the rest of the Guardians in GOTG Vol 1. So how would she know what the Soul Stone was, let alone where it was?

20. What exactly did Thanos do to the Zen-Whoberi (I think that’s how you spell Gamora’s species)? In IW, Thanos says that the remaining population of her planet is thriving. However, in GOTG Vol 1, it’s stated onscreen that Gamora’s the last of her species. Did Thanos kill all the Zen-Whoberi or half of them? If the latter, did the other half die off because—gasp!—his plan hadn’t worked on their planet? In that case, is Thanos just even more massively deluded than I previously thought, is he lying, or is it someone else who’s thriving on Gamora’s home-world?

21. How did Steve, Sam, and Nat wind up exactly where Wanda and Vision needed them to be? They’d moved quite a bit from their initial location during the fight with Proxima and Corvus. I know, I’m nitpicking, but still.

22. How does Nat, an unpowered but skilled human, manage to overpower Corvus Glaive, a member of the Black Order who’s presumably far stronger and also highly skilled? Yeah, she took him by surprise, but it shouldn’t have been easy at the very least.

23. Steve denying Vision the choice to sacrifice himself. As others have pointed out, Steve made a very similar decision back in CA:TFA. He chose to dive a plane into the ocean, which would—he thought—kill him, to save many lives. Now, Vision’s decided that Wanda should destroy the Mind Stone in his forehead, which would kill him, to save many more lives. Why is Steve denying Vision the ability to make the choice that he made himself? (Hint: It’s so they can have a cool-looking final battle to save Vision and then have him die anyway.)

24. Speaking of destroying the Mind Stone. Isn’t destroying Infinity Stones supposed to be impossible? This was another major point in TDW. Jane only came across the Aether (Reality Stone) in that movie because there was no way to destroy it and Bor had to settle for hiding it. Malekith gets the Aether because they still couldn’t destroy it. Infinity Stones are either indestructible or they’re not. Which is it?

25. “We don’t trade lives,” says Steve, right before he decides to trade hundreds if not thousands of Wakandan lives to save the life of his friend (who’d already decided that he wanted to sacrifice himself). Um, what?

26. T’Challa agreeing to risk his countrymen is iffy. He’s agreeing to send hundreds (if not thousands) or his people to their deaths to save one person with a lengthy, experimental procedure. And again, that one person has already voiced the opinion that they should just destroy the Mind Stone while they still can, whether it kills him or not. Wouldn’t T’Challa respect that decision, especially since it’s the one that saves the most lives?

27. When the Titan crew pins Thanos, why are they just trying to take the gauntlet off his hand? Tony at least has been in/witnessed (it’s been a while since I saw IM3) a fight that involved cutting off the villain’s hand. Wouldn’t he have thought of this during the planning stage? They could’ve stuck Thanos’ wrist through one of Dr. Strange’s portals and cut it off. No gauntlet, no snap.

28. How does Thor know to come to Wakanda? I get that he knows there are Infinity Stones on Earth. But last time he was on Earth, Vision was in New York, wasn’t he? How would he know that Vision was now in Wakanda? How would he know that the battle was there? Does Rocket have an Infinity Stone-sensing device? Why didn’t this come up?

29. Why did Thor go for Thanos’ chest? Thor generally goes for the head when he’s fighting. Except, of course, for this time. Why? Wouldn’t he want to make absolutely sure that Thanos was dead? (Besides so Thanos could win?)

30. If not the head, why didn’t Thor at least go for the gauntlet hand? In TDW his and Loki’s plan to deceive Malekith involved Loki pretending to cut Thor’s hand off so he couldn’t use his weapon. Wouldn’t Thor have some vague memory of the whole ‘if you remove your enemy’s weapon hand, they won’t be able to fight’ thing?

I guess it’s pretty obvious where I spent most of my time looking.

I’ve probably forgotten some, seeing as I watched this thing, what, one and a half times last year, when it came out and shortly afterwards. Any additions?

@lucianalight @lokiloveforever @philosopherking1887 @mastreworld

#marvel #mcu loki #loki meta #mcu thor #anti infinity war #tony stark #stephen strange #thor the dark world #thanos #heimdall #bruce banner #the hulk #hulk #vision #steve rogers #gamora #gotg #t’challa #natasha romanoff #loki in infinity war #loki in iw

[korishisector]

Ready to Embark: PROLOGUE Pt. 2

Amid the buzzing, excited voices of the students within the class meeting, you hear a few remarks of concern and some mixed rumors about the disasters the dean had previously mentioned, doubt about a situation like this bubbling to the surface. Students shuffled about with their friends and slowly congregated back in their homerooms where, as promised, you are given a pamphlet of information and a time to discuss the ins-and-outs of this school trip.

What kind of security will we have?

Well, I don’t know all of the details of security, but it will be similar to what you see around here, but perhaps more ‘beefed up.’

How long will the trip last?

It will be a two week stay.

Will this cost us anything?

All of your lodging, food, and any other needs are to be fully paid for by Hope’s Peak.

Are we allowed to opt out?

Of course, if you do not feel comfortable embarking on this trip, you are welcome to opt out.

Time went on as the class’ questions were answered to the best of your homeroom teacher’s ability. Concerns are laid to rest, and soon most of the class is whispering excited plans to nearby friends. The following weeks are a blur of final exams, permission slips, an end-of-the-year break, and, of course, packing for your trip.

Finally, as the day of your planned departure arrives, you and your classmates gather your luggage and travel out to the main school gates, accompanied by your homeroom teacher. Upon arriving, you are greeted with a large tour bus, surrounded by the familiar guards you have seen around school grounds, and one teacher whom only some may recognize.

Before any introductions or descriptions can happen, you are put through a brief, yet thorough security checkpoint prior to being given entrance to the bus itself-- your luggage is briefly checked, you step through a metal detector, your shoes are checked, and eventually your luggage is placed in the storage area underneath the bus.

Stepping aboard the bus, you quickly find a seat and await the remainder of your classmates. As you pass the front seat, you see the teacher chaperone assigned to your class sitting next to a rather cute-looking stuffed rabbit. Only when everyone is boarded does the chaperone stand to address everyone.

A larger man with almost spotted, hyena-looking hair stands before you all. He wears a fairly casual outfit, despite his position as an HPA faculty member, amd even has a fanny pack affixed around his waist. Standing on the back of the seat beside him is the cute bunny toy from before, only it becomes apparent to you now that this “toy” might be more sentient than you gave it credit for.

"Good morning, kiddos! Nyuff, Nyuff, Nyuff, Dororou Fufuto at your service.”

Bellowing out another jovial laugh, Dororou continued.

“Take a seat and take it easy, we’re gonna take this bus allllll the way to a special port where our HPA transport ship is waiting. Then, just like your homeroom teacher and some other bigwigs probably mentioned, there’s an overnight cruise to Korishi.”

The students on the bus took that as their cue to murmur and whisper to one another, but apparently the man wasn’t quite done yet. Speaking a little to closely to the tour bus microphone, your teacher almost cannot hide his excitement.

“I even checked the forecast for you and, while there might have been some rainy vibes at Korishi earlier, it looks like you lucky kiddos are gonna get a sunshine-filled trip in. I hope you’re excited, because this place has the best food and the comfiest beds. It’s gonna be a great time!”

With his little pep speech finished, Dororou moves to return to his seat, but the rabbit toy remains standing in your view. The rabbit, surprisingly, also speaks up and introduces herself.

"Hewwo~! Iws thiws thing own, hewwo~?”

Tapping a plush, velveteen paw against the microphone, the awe you feel is indescribable watching this state of the art automaton speak. Cute- or perhaps unsettling- this little pink creature continues on.

“Oh, thewe uwu awe! You'we aww wook so adowabwe weady fow youw twip. You can caww me Monomi. I fowwow Dowowo-senpai and hewp him wiff being the bestest westest chapewone evew! If you need anyfing, find me ow Dowowo-senpai! I’m vewy excited to meet you aww. Huwway!”

With the introductions completed, the tour bus pulls away from Hope’s Peak Academy around noon, followed closely by two security cars. The familiar buildings of the city surrounding the school whizz by as your classmates fall into a comfortable level of conversation, only briefly pausing for their provided lunch.

Sure enough, a couple hours of driving later, as the site of the ocean greets your eager gaze, your bus pulls up to a small, surprisingly sparse port. A couple of docks extend into the water-- as you wait for the remainder of your classmates to file off the bus, you stare at the glistening sunlight against the calm ocean waves. You spot, attached to one of the docks, the ship you will presumably be boarding. It is no cruise ship-- but it is definitely large enough to comfortably house you and your class for a night, you suppose.

As you and your classmates have their luggage loaded onto the ship, you are once again given a safety briefing by Monomi.

“Wewcome to the Hope’s Peak Expwess. We have wifeboats, wifejackets, and awwwww manner of safety devices in the event of an emewgency. Evewyone wiww be shown to a cabin to sweep in. Aww we ask is for you to be off the deck aftew 10pm, fow safety weasons. Kowishi, hewe we come!”

The remainder of the evening passes without incident. The ship leaves the port and you watch your view of dry land sink below the horizon. The endless expanse is so placid it is almost hypnotic, lulling you slowly. You aren’t sure quite when you fell asleep, rocked gently by the ocean waves, but eventually during the night, you found yourself dozing off into a comfortable slumber. In contrast, the dream of your future awaiting you is electrifying, an out of body experience. You imagine yourself floating away from idyllic school life into your body in tropical paradise.  

What kind of trip awaits you, you imagine.

The following morning, gasps of awe of a cheerful announcement from Dororou wake you with a start. You were here! Getting yourself ready and exiting to the main deck, you stand with your classmates and watch the green, lush island of Korishi grow ever larger in front of you.

#prologue

[tonaathena1996]

A Lokane Fic Idea

So I have this idea that came about since IW premiered. I don’t think I will ever write the entire thing. So I started writing a book report type of summary just to get the idea out. This monster has grown. Not even to the bulk of the story yet. I’m just gonna share to get it out there. Maybe it can give someone ideas. Or maybe I might work on it. Don’t know yet...see what you guys think.

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on Asgard, Hela reigns as Queen. Loki is her son with Laufey. He is regarded between both worlds as crown prince. He chooses to live on Alfheim much to his father’s displeasure while Hela is thoroughly pleased. Laufey reluctantly explains the marriage arrangement Hela had made at his birth to marry him off to Aelsa, princess of Alfheim. Laufey encourages his son to find a way out.

Jane opens the Einstein-Rosen Bridge. Steps through. Ego finds her and reunited her with her brother. Peter who he also just reunited with. Ego begins to teach them their powers. Yondu and the rest of the gotg2 team rescue them. Yondu survives.

On Alfheim, Loki notices the bridge opening on Midgard. He contacts his Mother who agrees it is time to open relations to the planet once again. She sends Loki, Thor, and Sif to Midgard. They make contact with Erik Selvig and Darcy Lewis. Fury comes along and they negotiate a quick treaty...just as the Chitauri attack. The Avengers are revealed who welcome their new heavenly friends. The Chitauri are defeated quickly with the help of the forces of Asgard and Jotunheim. Revels amongst the Avengers. Once all is said and done, Hela calls Loki home. Before leaving, Erik asks Loki to help him find Jane. He doesn’t believe the scientist is dead. Loki agrees leaving Thor and Sif to aid Midgard.

Jane and Peter try to use their power. Yondu tells them he’s heard of the Asgardian witches and sorcerers and their millenias of knowledge. He suggests they go to Alfheim where they are sure to find someone to help. Jane and Peter agree.

Yondu takes them to Alfheim where they meet Loki. Yondu asks what it would take to get them trained. Loki sees a quick fix to his problem. Offers a handfasting to Jane in exchange for training. Jane balks at first before Loki offers her a trip to Earth so perhaps she may learn to trust him.

Loki takes them to Earth. Here, he reunited her with Erik and Darcy while he reconnects with Thor. He tells Thor of the deal he’s made with Jane and all his reasons why. There may be Asgardian ale involved. Thor agrees with the plan but makes one suggestion. Put Fandral in front of Aelsa. Erik and Tony talk Loki up to Jane. Yondu takes Peter and Gamora to visit his mother’s grave with permission from Fury.

Loki and Jane take some time to get to know one another. He asks her to show him some familiar places on Midgard since he hadn’t been to the realm in centuries. She agrees but questions him about his powers and magic the entire time. They find common ground in their intelligence and pursuit of knowledge. Loki makes Jane a vow that he will act only as her mentor, only asking for her attentions in public gatherings and only what she finds comfortable. Jane finally agrees.

Loki leaves his companions on Midgard to make arrangements for the handfasting. First, he travels to Jotunheim to speak with his father. Laufey thoroughly enjoys the idea. Then, Loki travels to Asgard and speaks with Odin to perform the ceremony. Loki uses his best convincing speech to twist Odin’s arm who finally agrees but declares firmly that he alone will be responsible for informing Hela. Loki informs his mother of the handfasting and she loses her mind. She demands Heimdall summon Jane to Asgard at once so that Hela may judge her herself.

Loki welcomes an irate Jane at the Bifrost. She is wearing only a towel and her hair is wet. She was just getting out of a bath and she is livid. Loki quickly explains his mother’s reaction before using magic to dry and clothe her. Hela arrives at the Bifrost and eyes Jane suspiciously. A tense exchange happens before Hela declares a feast where all of Asgard should get to know their potential Queen. Loki takes Jane under his arm and tells his mother they really would like more time to be allowed to invite Jane’s family as well. Hela gifts them one day. Feast will be tomorrow.

Loki escorts Jane to the castle where his hall offers chambers for his guests. He explains that while he could offer her one of those rooms it would look more convincing if she stayed in his rooms. Jane and Loki have a discussion about what is expected over the next few days. Loki vows he will not dishonor her in any way. Jane doesn’t appear convinced.

Invitations go out to Laufey and family, the Avengers, Erik, Darcy And Fury. And to Aelsa of Alfheim. Thor warns Loki of Aelsa’s arrival. He grumbles before going to Jane. Loki tells Jane of their troubles. He suggests they attempt to look convincing and offers to try a kiss. They do and Jane mutters she’s convinced. Loki says he just really isn’t sure and invites Thor to judge. Jane demands Darcy’s presence. Once she explains to Darcy it has to look convincing, Darcy invites Black Widow, Hawkeye and Stark to judge with her. Peter tags along with Gamora and Rocket. Loki kisses Jane thoroughly. Discussion ensues. Loki finally whispers to Jane with a dastardly smile, “Well, I’m convinced.”

The feast begins. Jane is fidgeting with her royal apparel and nervous about the entire situation. She begins to rant incessantly just as their entrance is to be announced. Loki attempts to interject several times before just stealing her attention with a rather passionate kiss that leaves her gasping for air. When he is done and their lips part, Jane finally hears the roaring of the crowd as the doors to the grand ballroom have been opened, revealing the couple in each other’s arms. Laufey chuckles heartily, teases Hela about finally having some grandchildren. Hela is not impressed. They enter the hall as Jane’s cheeks are flushed. They bow to Hela and Loki formally introduces Jane Foster of Midgard, daughter of Ego. Gasps amongst the Asgardians and Jotuns. Hela coldly welcomes Jane. As dinner progresses, Frigga and Odin ask many questions of Jane who answers as best as possible. Erik speaks with Hela, working his knowledge of Norse myth to ask her questions about battles to which she thoroughly enjoys telling of her conquests. Laufey and Byleistr speak to Loki and told him he’s very wise and has chosen well. Laufey suggests his son get started on that heir immediately. Loki confesses his desire but also his vow. Laufey tells his son he’s not at all wise...Byleistr places a wager on how long the vow will last. Thor interrupts to place a wager. Sif and Fandral as well. Loki tells them all to jump into the void.

When the meal is complete, dancing begins. Hela announces the couple’s dance. Loki leads Jane to the dance floor where, despite the height difference, they flow seemlessly. During the dance, Laufey approaches Hela. Reminds her that not all arranged marriages are good ones. Reminds her of their past together because she did not wish to marry her arranged partner. He almost talks her into a kiss before she pulls her self back and declares that Loki and Aelsa will be married. Laufey glances to Loki and Jane on the dance floor and tells Hela, “You’ve been wrong before.”

At the end of the dance, Loki and Jane’s eyes remain upon one another. He kisses the back of her hand as a proper gentleman and she smiles brightly at him. He tugs her into his arms and he speaks gently to her about leaving the party now. She agrees, kisses him to make it look good. Loki begs his mother’s pardon but requests alone time with his beloved. Hela dismisses then flippantly.

Once back in Loki’s rooms, Jane changes into her own comfortable clothing. Loki does as well. They sit and talk for hours about family, interrealm politics and history. Jane says she should be exhausted but she isn’t. He explains the magic of Asgard, the realm Eternal...home of the eternal flame. Any magical being feels recharged here. He mentions she certainly is magical. Jane isn’t quite sure how take that but feels it has double meaning. She asks about the handfasting and what the ritual is like. He gives a brief explanation before smiling brightly. He suggests they have the ceremony performed at dawn before his mother awakens. Jane says Hela already hates her. Loki says don’t take it personal. She reluctantly agrees.

Odin performs the handfasting of Loki and Jane with Thor/Sif, Bylesitr/Skadi, and Darcy/Steve, Frigga, Erik and Peter/Gamora as witnesses. Upon their kiss, time freezes.

The Norns pull Loki and Jane to Nornheim through Yggdrasil. The Norn of the past, Urd, looks to them coldly. Tells them it’s about time. Verandi, Norn of the present, declares it has begun. Skuld, Norn of the future, tells them “great things will come from your union.” The Norns declare together ‘blessed be the union of our king and queen’

Time begins again. Jane and Loki practically shove each other apart. Jane demands answers. Odin asks what happened to which Jane starts to explain. Loki tried to downplay it all. Jane continues to tell the truth. Loki tried to distort it. Odin declares enough before he smiles at Loki “Your Mischief finally landed you in the right place at the right time, my boy”. Jane demands answers. Odin explains the Norns to Jane and that it appears their union will last much longer than a year and a day. Jane is eying Loki with suspicion. Odin and company give the newlyweds a moment alone. Loki swears he has no idea what the Norns have to do with anything. Jane warns him “a year and one day, Loki. That’s what was promised.” He acknowledges agreement.

Frigga has a celebratory breakfast feast arranged in the newlyweds honor. Hela is psychotically pissed. She takes a moment to threaten Jane, reminds her that she is Goddess of Death for a reason. Jane scurries away, frightened that she’s made a deal with the devil that’s gonna get her killed. Loki sees his bride flee, admonishes his mother, and seeks Jane out. He finds her in his rooms, tells her not to fear his mother. He will protect her. Jane glares at him in prominent disbelief. She says she wishes she’d never opened the bridge. Loki consoles her as best he can. A guard knocks on the door. Loki winks at Jane before he cast an auditory illusion of the newlyweds making married people noises behind closed doors. Jane buries her head in his chest as she tries not to laugh.

Loki steals their share of the wedding feast after a suitable time for newlywed activities had passed. He and Jane eat and talk. He suggests a tour of Asgard while he leaves some illusions to hide their escape. She agrees. They travel to a couple of different places, sharing stories and Loki begins to teach her some magical basics. By the end of the day, Jane figures the situation might not be so bad.

That night, Loki says they should make some sort of appearance at dinner. Jane reluctantly sees the logic and goes along. He advises her the moment she is uncomfortable she can make a suggestion to exit and he will follow. Because they spent the entire day behind closed doors, of course, they are mercilessly teased by those in attendance. After a sharp verbal dig by Hela, Jane slides into Loki’s lap and suggests they resume their private celebrations. Loki is privately delighted she’s going to this length to be convincing and follows her lead. They kiss and it becomes passionate rather quickly. They transport back to his rooms. Where they slowly end their kiss, Loki and Jane fight for breathe and struggle with their responses to each other. Jane excuses herself and goes to take a cold shower. Just before she goes into the bathroom, she takes a moment to thank him for showing her Asgard. Once she leaves, Loki speaks to himself saying he’s condemned himself to a fate worse than Helheim.

#lokane #loki #jane foster #loki/jane #jane/loki #jane x loki

[alloftheendgamefeelings]

Ok now I really wanna know the mean explanation for Winter Soldier/Endgame

(Tagging in @salazarastark and @achromic-red-dreams-doze-angrily, who ALSO asked this. I am starting to get the suspicion you all like it when I’m mean?)

But okay. For you guys, anything.

Under a cut, because this is both long and petty as hell.

Marvel has a pretty tight rein on their directors with their first project, but they tend to give them more leeway after they’ve proven themselves. With the exception of Peyton Reed- who’s an extraordinarily rare case, both because he’s a giant fucking nerd and because he took over Ant-Man when it was someone else’s vision and as a result wasn’t really given the freedom of telling his own story- every director’s first film has been what people really responded to, and then their second film tended to expand in terms of scope in ways that didn’t serve the text. Off the top of my head, I think that applies for Jon Favreau, Joss Whedon, James Gunn, and of course the Russos.

Winter Soldier, for all that we talk about it as a complex film with a lot of moving parts and with many character arcs- all of which is true, I still think!- is a tight, intimate story. I would say that Steve’s the primary narrative, Nat’s secondary, Sam and Bucky and Nick are all tertiary, then Sharon and maybe Maria if you’re feeling generous. (I’d be open to moving basically any from that third tier either up or down a rung, depending on perspective.) Steve’s story is the center; everyone else’s works as reflections of aspects of his life. For all that many of the characters had been around in other movies, too, this is in many ways the introduction to many of their internal lives. Nick and Natasha both are allowed more depth than they’d had in any other MCU text, WS is essentially a different character than Bucky, Maria had never been given anything to do (and arguably still isn’t here), and Sam and Sharon are new for this. There’s not really anything existing for them to contradict.

Civil War broadens the scope. For all that it’s ostensibly a Cap movie Steve and Tony are equal leads, and each of them leads a team of several heroes, all of whom have a history. it’s a lot harder to break this one down into levels of primacy. The movie is also trying to balance multiple viewpoints, and to further development of 10-15 characters who are almost all tied to other franchises. While there are aspects of CW that are a lot of fun, it suffers from bloating and from not really understanding that each character is both the hero of their own story and continuing a story that was told outside the scope of MMRR’s brain.

And then IW/EG takes all of those issues and exacerbates them. Now instead of seven or even a dozen characters there are closer to fifty, and the vast majority have arcs that weren’t all or even mostly from MMRR. We know that other writers and directors from the franchise contributed for their characters’ voices, but in terms of who the plot revolves around, it’s at least largely how MMRR thought these characters should go. Thor’s story in Endgame is a continuation of the arc that M&M contributed it writing for him in Dark World but a rebuttal of Ragnarok (and I think we can talk about how Thor worked on being worthy of and embracing his kingly duties in every non-M&M-related text and chose to step away from them in both T:tDW Endgame); Tony’s arc is revisited without acknowledging what he’s learned from previous iterations; GotG built up Nebula and Gamora’s conflict with Thanos only for Thanos to murder Gamora in the guise of love and Thanos’s deaths to come at the hands of Thor and Tony. (NOT EVEN GOING TO TALK ABOUT NAT HERE.)

I think we talk about- for MANY of the Marvel movies, but it seems IG/EW in particular- how many of the best moments were improv. These actors have lived in these characters’ skin for ages. But you think of casual things we know about how much, say, Steve and Nat’s car scene in Cap2 was improvised, and then think about how important their developing relationship was to how we read both of them. I think we’d all assumed the writing/directing guided it there- but in retrospect, how much of it was Chris and Scarlett being friends and building off their chemistry combined with what they knew about their characters? How much of what made Winter Soldier work was that it was fairly intimate (compared to later movies), so they were able to let those scenes not just exist but breathe, and those character moments are what we all remember?

(IW and EG had some great character moments too, but they’re rushed past, and they’re not... prioritized in the same way almost? Each progressive MMRR film is more focused on spectacle.)

And, well, on a basic level, I’ve talked about this before: Part of the journey is the end.The ability to stick the landing is a vital part of being able to tell a story. And the climaxes have never been the strong part of their movies.  Even WS, which I again think is the tightest of their movies- I think of the climax in terms of the character moments (Steve and Bucky facing each other as the world melts away; Natasha’s “Are you?”; Nick’s flowy-coat entrance; Sam’s “shut the hell up”) rather than the big dramatic pieces that were probably supposed to be the focus. Civil War, on the other hand, wholly drops several characters’ arcs after the second act, and burns off a FANTASTIC future plot (the other Winter Soldiers) because they thought shock value mattered more than hanging on to it. (Sound familiar?) They've never shown themselves as great at closing a single-movie narrative. Why would a 22-film arc be any different?

#Winter Soldier #Avengers Endgame #MMRR critical #allofthereplies #Anonymous #salazarastark #achromic-red-dreams-doze-angrily

[moonstruckbucky]

My Thoughts on Endgame

I went to see Endgame last night and have had all day up in my office all alone to compile my thoughts and feelings, of which there are numerous, about the movie while it’s all still fresh. Major spoilers below the cut, so if you haven’t seen it, back away!

Warning: Super long post ahead.

First, I’d like to say I am a Tony/Nebula stan, wholeheartedly. Somehow, the Russos managed to lighten up a very dark reality where Tony and Nebula are floating listlessly in space and running out of oxygen. The dark mood is made a little lighter by a noticeably very thin Tony teaching Nebula about paper footballs, and her innocence of Earthly activities gave her a human depth that only made me fall even deeper in love with her character. And the way she pushes Tony’s (probably last) bag of food towards him, knowing he needs it more than she does. (Does she even eat? Do cyborgs eat?)

Second, Clint’s family disappearing was the first time I cried. Honestly, I didn’t have a dry eye the entire movie, but it progressively got harder and harder for me to not sob. We’ll get to that.

Carol popping out of literal space to come cart Tony’s ass home was admittedly a little cheesy, but I didn’t hate it. What I really loved was Tony’s reunion with both Steve and Pepper, and the fight that ensued, mostly on Tony’s end, was emotional and so very Tony that I still had a hard time keeping it together. And I’m really glad that the Russos didn’t just skip over Civil War in favor of uniting everyone to take down Thanos for good. And it showed how broken up over it Tony still was because we all know Tony does have a heart and Steve Rogers broke it.

An appropriate time skip 5 years into the future and Scott Fucking Lang and that goddamn rat busts out of the Quantum Realm only to discover almost his entire family has been dusted. Ouch. And once he finds his daughter, instead of moping and falling into a pit of depression and grief, he hauls ass to the compound to talk to the Avengers about time travel and undoing everything.

Here’s where Meg really loses her mind. The teams. The effort to get the stones back. Natasha Fucking Romanoff schooling the Science Bros in figuring out there are three stones in New York all at once. Fucking Captain Sassypants fighting his 2012 self and Mr. Stark Scott Lang (i’ve been corrected) perfectly coining the term “America’s Ass” and Steve just going with it. I can’t with these two, honestly. Steve swearing. Talk about sticking it to Joss Whedon for that pathetic little joke we all thought was funny until we knew better. That whole sequence was perfect, especially because it didn’t go off without a hitch. Which means Loki is still alive somewhere in another reality. Yahoo!

Thor. Poor alcoholic, out of shape, PTSD-stricken Thor. My baby angel. It hurt to see him so lost and broken, but Korg and Meike playing Fortnite about killed me. The balance of humor to sadness was utterly perfect through this whole movie and it was all comprised of jokes that made sense. The fat suit made me cry of laughter because it looks so goddamn unnatural on someone who’s as cut as Hemsworth, and Tony’s Lebowski dig was wholly appropriate.

This is where Meg realizes she is not going to be okay for the eightieth time. When Nat and Hawkeye are delegated to retrieve the Soul Stone, because we know while they don’t what needs to be done in order to get the stone. I had a feeling Nat might be one of the ones we lost, but I have to say I never saw it coming like this. I was inconsolable through the entire sequence as she and Clint are fighting over who’s going to be the one to die. I had my sweatshirt over my nose to stifle my sobbing and my boyfriend’s looking over at me wondering if I’m going to be okay. Y’all should see my eyes today, no lie.

And the fact that they played the same music for Nat that they did Gamora in IW was the knife through my heart followed by that heart-wrenching shot of her lying dead at the bottom. She’s gotten rid of the red in her ledger. Natasha, my beautiful, intelligent, bad-ass, super spy, we love you. So much.

Steve in mourning for Nat deserved more screen time than just a quick shot of him crying while Banner pitches a bench across the lake. Steve and Nat were one of the powerhouse friendships of the MCU, and this is one of the few shortcomings of Endgame. I wanted to see Steve angry, and heartbroken, something on par with Clint’s outburst that it should have been him. Steve and Nat were best friends, he deserved a little more screen time to mourn such a powerful relationship.

The epic battle scene that follows after this is nothing short of incredible. The entire theater erupted in cheers when Steve wielded Mjolnir like he was meant to, so at least Joss Whedon got some foreshadowing right! At first I thought it was lifting by itself but nope! Steve is worthy, and he knows he’s worthy. There’s an incredible theory out there that Mjolnir can detect someone’s perceived self-worth, and I fully believe that theory after watching this movie. And the little humor in there when Steve ends up with Stormbreaker and Thor gets Mjolnir and says, “No, no, give me that. You get the little one.” Kill me. The fact that Thor is doing all this badass fighting with a beer gut leaves me in stitches just thinking about it.

That epic entrance of all those who fell to the Snap emerging in a beautifully shot sequence gives me life, okay? It was perfect. I even looked to my boyfriend and said, “Where are the others? If it worked, where are they?” and BOOM! There they all are. Bucky with his long-ass hair is such a fucking look, I can’t even. AND STEVE FINALLY SAID THE THING. I swear the entire theater cheered again for this!! Also Rocket wearing Bucky’s goggles that he probably stole? Epic. Even if they aren’t his, but you can’t really convince me they’re not because they’re too similar. So Rocket hasn’t lost his penchant for stealing things.

Okoye, fierce queen, we see you taking out Corvus Glave all on your own. We also see that amazing, powerful female battle squad who cut through Thanos’s army like it was fucking tissue paper. Wanda, the Strongest Avenger (fight me on that, I dare you), taking on Thanos and stripping him of his armor like the fucking boss she is. Say it with me again: Strongest Avenger. 

I also really really loved the game of Hot Potato with the gauntlet. Which brings us to...Mr. Anthony Edward Stark. The OG, the Big Guy. These next two paragraphs will be dedicated to him. The man who, 7 years ago, told us he would just “cut the wire” rather than lay his life on the line to save the other guy. When Dr. Strange said to Tony, “If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen,” I really, truly believed that Strange didn’t think Tony would go through with sacrificing himself in order to stop Thanos. He’d try to find another way. And yet I, along with a lot of others, knew he would do just that. Because Tony is nothing if not determined to prove everyone wrong about who they think he is, including Steve Rogers. Especially Steve Rogers. 

Tony gets to interact with his father and learns that while Howard was incredibly flawed, he was still wholly dedicated to his family. Proven by his nervousness about fatherhood because all he’s ever known is technology, and he knows a child does not work the same way tech does. He’s terrified. And he hides, buries himself in his work because he doesn’t know what to do. But he loves his family, I know he does. A lot of other people know he does. I was a mess for that whole thing, too.

Tony’s funeral was absolutely perfect, a perfect sendoff to this legendary man who basically built the MCU. RDJ, we love you 3000. Thank you for giving us Iron Man. Thank you for carrying us through this journey of hilarity, sadness, darkness, anger, grief, all of it. I have a ton of emotions over RDJ’s exit from the MCU but I can’t properly formulate words.

ALSO: HARLEY WAS AT TONY’S FUNERAL. HE WAS THE LONE OLDER TEENAGER. CUE MORE CRYING FROM MEG.

And the final bit that seems to cause a lot of dissatisfaction: Steve’s final decision.

I personally loved it. I don’t like the misstep in jumping over Steve and Bucky’s bond, because that was a driving force for an entire movie, Russo brothers. So I feel a little cheated with their relationship taking a backseat to Sam receiving the shield to take up the Captain America mantle. But aside from that, Steve’s decision was very, very fitting. He’s given so much of himself to wars and other people that he deserves to be selfish. And maybe he had that quote in AOU that someone else came out of the ice, but A4 Steve knew he could have that life, and he chose it. Bucky knew, almost instantly, when Steve was about to bring the stones back, which was why he was so relaxed and calm when he didn’t come back.

Bucky, I feel, is relieved above all to see Steve reach old age, since he probably never expected him to, at least before he became Captain America. He’s lived his life as Cap, and now he gets to live another as the man who finally got the girl. I just wish we could have seen more of the bond between the two of them, unless they had some kind of heart to heart off-screen which, again, a waste of one of the quintessential relationships in Steve Rogers’s life. 

And Bucky and Sam having some kind of mutual understanding, I know for a fact there was some reconciliation in the Soul World that we may or may not get to see in the new series coming out. I would love to see the two of them struggle with coming to grips with the fact that they were dead, and came back because their friends put themselves on the line at an incredible risk to try and bring everyone back. I think they could really create a bond similar to Steve and Bucky’s that was built on being “men out of time” and instead create a bond that’s men who survived the Snap and now are living a life without Steve Rogers (assuming he won’t take up the mantle again and will succumb to old age, like he goddamn deserves). Bucky is all for Sam taking that mantle, and that second of understanding between the two of them sent me off into another cry fest because I really love their dynamic, and Seb and Mackie both just have amazing on-screen chemistry. I am so excited to see what they bring to the new series coming out.

I would also like to say that while I was very emotional over Steve hearing Sam’s voice over comms saying, “On your left,” I really feel that Bucky should’ve had something. That’s really where Endgame’s biggest shortcoming is. They’ve built up the relationship between Bucky and Steve through CTFA, CATWS, and CACW, especially Civil War, and all you’re going to give them is four minutes of screen time together? Outta here with that. You dedicated an entire movie to Steve going to war for Bucky and y’all are gonna disrespect them like that? Even not shipping Stucky romantically, I can see the loving bond between the two of them that’s held up for 8 years. They deserved more than just a one-off line from CATFA, though that really set me off on another crying spree. I’m really not joking when I said there wasn’t a minute of that movie that I was dry-eyed.

Overall, I give this movie a 10/10. For what it was meant to be, it was everything I had expected and so much more. This movie made me roar with laughter, broke my heart more than once, and gave me an overall feeling of closure all at once. I am forever grateful to the cast, the crew, and the amazing characters created. The incredible late Stan Lee with his final cameo, to which the theater, again, erupted in applause. I’m just so overwhelmed by the work everyone at Marvel has put in to these characters and this world to give us these amazing stories. I’m tearing up as I write this because this is the end of an era for a lot of people who grew up with Iron Man, Hulk, Cap, Thor.... Black Widow. I just want to extend the biggest of thank yous to all of those people who made this world possible and brought so many people together.

#endgame #endgame spoilers #avengers: endgame #avengers endgame spoilers #a4 spoilers

[afangirlwashere]

I’ve got you pt.1 (Peter Parker x reader)

(gif is not mine)

Summary: Learning how to ice skate a few days before a date with a cute guy is kind of tough. Especially if you’ve got one best friend, her annoying brother and an old familiar face from kindergarten on your back. 

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for an embarrassingly long time. I got the whole idea for this series while I was on an ice hockey match with my dad and his friend and honestly? I still think it’s got some good potential. It also has 3 songs linked to certain parts... classic me... 

Warnings: Some swearing, IW and Endgame spoilers

Masterlist

(while reading this part of the story I recommend you listen to this song)

“You know you don’t have to do it right?” (Y/N) asks.

“Come on!” Izzy checks if the blades on the borrowed ice skates she got for her friend are sharp enough “If Adam Spellman wants to go ice skating with you next week you have to know how to do it first!” 

“But I don’t want to ice skate!” (Y/N) complains.

“Then why did you say yes when he invited you?!” 

“Because I panicked okay?! I don’t know anything about ice skating and I don’t care about ice skating! I couldn’t skate to save my life but at that moment it was the only way I could spend time with Adam freaking Spellman!” she screams while doing exactly what her friend wanted her to do - follow her to the ice rink. 

“You could have told him that you wanted to go for a coffee. Or to the movies. Easy way to get out of it it’s not my fault your idiotic brain didn’t think of that. Now I’m here to fix everything like always.” Izzy’s warm brown eyes scan the place “Okay, looks like they’re not here yet so we can put on the skates in peace.” 

“I don’t even know how to put these fucking blades of death and broken legs on! Do you know what happened to Shane Dawson when he skated?! I don’t want to end up like him!” 

Izzy takes (Y/N) by her arms and shakes her “You’re gonna be fine! Nothing is going to happen! It’s a lot easier than you think. It’s just the fear of the unknown. I bet you’re going to love ice skating once you try it.” she holds the borrowed ice skates to her friend's chest “Plus Shane Dawson was roller skating, not ice skating.”

Isabella has her skates on in a few minutes. It was basically like a reflex to her now. Meanwhile (Y/N) succeeded at making a few knots on her laces and the skates were so loose on her feet she would have hurt herself even trying to walk on solid ground. 

“Jesus fucking-untie them. Now! I’m gonna do it for you.” Izzy rolls her eyes.

The doors to the changing room opened and a very wide teenage boy made his way towards the girls. 

“You here already?” he chuckles at the sight of (Y/N) with her iconic Under Armour cap (that used to be her dad’s a long time ago) and wrongly tied skates that almost hung from her feet. 

“We’re just gonna skate a little before you guys get ready for your practice and then we’ll get on the ice between the breaks if that’s alright?” Izzy asks.

“Fine with me.” Emmett - Isabella’s brother who was conveniently the captain of the ice hockey team that trained in this old ice rink - shrugged “Hey, I gotta go change now but please...make sure she doesn’t get on the ice like that. We don’t need to train in a bloodied rink again.” 

(Y/N) turns pale after Emmett says that “Again?” she asks horrified.

Emmett just jogs off chuckling at the naive girl. 

“He’s just making fun of you. He’s an asshole it’s his obligation.” the now younger sibling explains.

(Y/N) knew that Isabella had to sit at Emmett’s practices as a kid because their parents would drive them home afterward so that’s why she knew so much about ice hockey and skating. Eventually, the guys would bring her on ice with them to teach her how to ice skate along with all sorts of other cool tricks. It was innocent fun when they were kids. 

She eventually stopped coming to their practices and two years later the whole “snap” thing happened.  (Y/N) remembered Emmett as an annoying thirteen-year-old that would try to steal her hat every chance he got. Now he was eighteen.  A year older than her and Izzy. 

“Did I tie them too tight or is it okay?” 

“I think it’s fine.” (Y/N) slowly gets up and takes a few steps.

It’s a weird feeling.  The blades sink into the rubbery surface and she has to wave her arms around a little bit to catch balance. 

“Ready to go on ice? Hold up. Where are your gloves?” Izzy puts on hers like a surgeon getting ready before an operation.

“I don’t have gloves.” (Y/N) takes another wiggly step to the barrier of the ice rink. 

“You don’t-I specifically told you to bring-you know what? I don’t care. It’s your fault. I’m not even gonna get fired up about it. Maybe the guys have a pair, I’ll ask later, right now? Let’s just get you on the ice.” Izzy walks to the entrance with ease and steps on the ice without a single problem.

She holds out her hand to (Y/N) “It’s now or never.” 

(Y/N) slowly steps on the cold slippery surface and regrets it immediately. 

“Wooooaaaah!” she shouts as her feet drift apart from each other. 

“Bend your knees! Bend your knees!” Izzy shouts at her while trying to maneuver them to the closest barrier. 

The girls don’t even notice that most of the ice hockey team already came out of the changing room and was now watching them. 

(Y/N) grasps the barrier of the ice rink, breathing fast and already sweating. 

“Well, that was...worse than I anticipated.” Izzy skates in small circles around her friend “We got company now as well.”

(Y/N) couldn’t care less that a bunch of teenage boys are having a blast while watching her struggle.

“I think the best thing we can do is to just skate next to the barrier. You can hold my hand on one side and hold onto the barrier on the other. We can make a few circles like that what do you say?” 

“I. Hate. This.” (Y/N) murmurs.

(while reading this part of the story I recommend you listen to this song)

After a few circles around the rink (Y/N)’s feet start hurting so they take a 10-minute break to drink some water and relax for a bit.

“Hey!” Emmett jogs to the girls sitting on the tribunes “We’re gonna have to start practice but if you want we can leave one half of the rink free for you to skate on.” he suggests. 

“That would be great! Thanks!” Izzy’s eyes sparkle with excitement. 

“Keep trying cap-head.” Emmett knocks the cap off of (Y/N)’s head.

She lets out a swear while pushing Izzy’s brother away while he laughs.

“Why does he always have to do that?” (Y/N) quickly puts the hat back on. 

“I guess he wants to make sure you’re not an alien trying to hide his super big brain under that cap. Or if you don’t have any brain superpowers that the cap holds back.” Isabella mocks her friend. 

“Hahaha. Very funny.” (Y/N) massages her calves hiding her face with the cap. 

“You ready to hit the ice again?” 

“No...” 

“Come on grumpy.” Izzy helps her to get up.

They slowly skate only around the barrier again and when Izzy’s warm brown eyes land on (Y/N) she knows exactly what is going on in her friend's head. 

“Please no... I like skating like this. It’s safe and...and-” 

Izzy drags (Y/N) away from her safe spot and holds both her hands skating backward “It’s gonna be fine. We’ll do it like that okay?” 

“No!” (Y/N) gets dragged not moving her feet on the ice. 

“It’s alright! Just bend your knees a bit and open your eyes or you’re really going to fall!” Izzy manages to catch her just before she slips. 

(Y/N) hears laughter from the boys and her eyes automatically glance towards them “Is that...? Is that Peter Parker in the team? I didn’t know he...” her throat clenches “I didn’t know he... likes this sport.” 

Izzy chuckles at the confusion in her voice “Yeah, he’s been a part of the team for a few months now.” 

“How? He’s... tiny and... scrawny. I thought ice hockey was a brutal sport.” (Y/N) leans forward trying to catch her balance.

“Actually I’ve been to the boys changing room not long ago and I got a glance on our little boy without a shirt... he hides quite the package under it. If I wasn’t dating Michael I would take a bite.” 

“Yeah but all the other guys have like.. wide shoulders and he’s so small next to them.” 

“Doesn’t mean that he’s not strong.” Izzy argues “Plus he’s extremely smart. He goes to that science school in Midtown and he used to have an internship at Tony Starks before the whole snap thing...” 

“Didn’t he make that up? The internship?” (Y/N) frowns in confusion. 

“That’s Flash Thompson’s job. He kind of dislikes Peter. But that’s beside the point... I’m sure he’s not very experienced. Pure innocent little boy... I could show him the world of-” 

“I think we’re having two different conversations here Iz.” (Y/N) frowns “I don’t think your boyfriend” she emphasizes “Michael would be happy to hear you talk like that about Parker.” 

Izzy rolls her eyes “I’m just fantasizing is that not allowed?” 

“I don’t know. Never had to talk about that with anyone. My dating life doesn’t really exist.” she reminds her. 

“It might very soon. Adam Spellman-” before she finishes her sentence her brother calls on her.

“Hey, Izzy! Can I talk to you for a sec?” Emmett takes off his helmet under which his hair is soaked with sweat. 

Izzy skates to her brother leaving (Y/N) in the middle of their half of the ice rink with a simple “Wait for me here I’ll be right back.”

“It’s not really like I could go anywhere without you!” (Y/N)’s feet start slowly drifting apart again “Shit, shit, shit... Izzy? Izzy?! Come back! I’m gonna fall, please!”

She can hear Emmett laughing followed by sharp cuts through the ice in the background. Someone takes her hand and pulls her up to her feet again. 

“You’re alright I’ve got you.” he squeezes her hand tight.

“Good one Parker! Stay with cap-head for a bit.” Emmett shouts after him.

“Hi.” Peter smiles.

“Hi.” 

“I-I’m Peter by the way. I don’t know if you remember but we went to the same kindergarten.” he slowly skates still hand in hand with her.

(Y/N) grins “I do actually. You’re that kid that brushed his teeth every hour right?” 

Peter opens and closes his mouth a few times and then ends up awkwardly chuckling “Yeah... I totally blocked that out. Thanks for reminding me how weird I was.” 

(Y/N)’s laughter floats through the ice rink like a melody. 

“To my defense, I think you always wore sunflower patterned pajamas when it was nap time.” 

“Oh yeah, I did.” she smiles widely at the memories of begging her mother to buy her anything with a flower print when she was younger “I forgot about that too. So why did you do it?” (Y/N) squints her eyes at him “You had to have a reason right?” 

“I did actually.” Peter nods “I overheard my parents saying that I’m probably going to need braces. So little 4 year old me-”

“But you still had your baby teeth right?” 

“Of course I did. But I still tried to... I don’t even know what I was trying to do, brushing my teeth wouldn’t make them grow straight. And turns out that dentist wasn’t right! My teeth are fine.” he lets go of her hand for a second so that he can get a better hold of it.

“Hey,” Peter smiles “looks like you’re getting the hang of it.” 

The moment he mentioned it (Y/N) almost fell to the ground. Thankfully Peter’s reflexes seemed to be fast enough to catch her just in time. 

“You were saying?” (Y/N) clutches his glove almost painfully. 

“I think you need a skating buddy so that your brain is a bit more occupied. You were doing great when we were chatting.” 

“Well,” she takes a sharp breath while staring down at her trembling feet “guess it’s a good thing that I’m going to be skating with Adam Spellman this Saturday.”

“Yeah, I mean when you’re on the date you should definitely start up a conversation. Then you’ll be a skating star.” 

“That’s the problem.” (Y/N) slowly started skating again “You don’t really know me but I’m terrible at making conversation with somebody I’m not close with. Call it anxiety or shyness actually call it anything you like. I probably have it.”

Peter lets her hold the barrier with both her hands to rest for a bit “But you maintained a conversation with me. How hard can Adam Spellman be to talk to?” 

“You sound like Izzy now... I guess for some people it’s easy to make friends-”

Peter chuckles “Oh trust me it’s not easy for me. I’m lucky to have one really good friend. But Izzy seems great! I got to talk to her a bit when she went to one of our matches. And by a bit, I mean a lot because I sat on the bench the whole time.” 

Since she saw you without a shirt she’s nice you doofus “Izzy is great. I’m extremely lucky to have her as a friend. Don’t know what I would do without her...” 

“Same. My friend Ned-”

“Peter? Emmett said you’re up for penalty shot training.” Izzy pats his shoulder and smiles at him.

“Okay... Cool... It was nice seeing you (Y/N).” he waves and skates to the other side of the rink. 

(Y/N) watches Emmett mess up Peter’s hair and point to the goalie. They both look excited and Emmett shouts something to another teammate. 

“(Y/N) and Peter sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love then comes marriage-”

“I swear to god Isabella if you weren’t the only way for me to get out of these knife shoes I’d sucker punch you right now.” 

(while reading this part of the story I recommend to listen to this song)

“You should have told me you don’t know how to ice skate. We could have gone for a coffee or to the cinema.” Adam Spellman helps (Y/N) to stand up for the third time. 

“I’ve heard that somewhere before...” she mutters under her breath while slowly skating to the barrier once again “Shouldn’t we be getting out of here? They said that the ice rink  is going to be closing in a few minutes for the public...” 

“We can do one more round if you feel up to it.” he smirks.

I really don’t “Sure!” 

Adam takes her hand and they slowly skate around the barrier when a group of boys enter the rink with huge bags over their shoulders. They chat and laugh while making their way to the changing room. 

(Y/N) tries to turn the other way but apparently, Emmett notices every little detail.

“Hey! Cap-head! You trying to break a few bones with another cute guy huh?!” 

Another?

“You can totally stay after and practice! Right, Parker?!” Emmett wraps his hand around Peter’s shoulders. 

He’s wearing a hood over his head and he seemed to not be paying any attention to what was going on because he looks around in confusion “What?” his gaze meets (Y/N)’s and his expression softens.

“I was saying she’s welcome to stay and practice with you my dude!” the guys around Emmett pat the new smaller teammate on the back and shout excitedly.

Peter holds back a fond smile and nods “Uhm...” 

“If you’d let us skate for a bit longer that would be awesome!” Adam shouts back with a huge grin on his face. 

(Y/N) opens her mouth when she notices Emmett’s frown but before she can say anything he speaks “I think you missed the part when I specifically said that (Y/N)’s welcome not a word about you being allowed to hang with us, buddy!” 

Oh fuck...

Adam is taken aback by that and looks at (Y/N) questioningly. 

“It’s cool Emmett! We’re just gonna leave with everyone else. Maybe next time!” (Y/N) pushes Adam who seems to be getting angry to the exit.

She shoots an apologetic smile to Peter and mouths a short “Sorry”.

He watches them leave with a puppy-eyed expression which doesn’t get unnoticed by Emmett.

“Dude you gotta let her go now. But don’t even worry about it. I have P.E. with Adam Spellman. I’ll make sure he steps back. I’ve already told Izzy to bring (Y/N) to our next match so we’re gonna put you in game. Nobody’s gonna take the girl from my little teammate.” he messes his hair up like he always does and leaves Peter staring after the two teenagers. 

It takes Peter a second to move the information he just heard from his ears to his brain “Wait, what? Could you just stop calling me little?! Maybe then I’d have a chance with-I don’t even like her like that! And what do you mean you’re gonna put me in the game?! Emmett!”

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[boyfriend-kisser]

“Stark’s Shadow” Fanfic/Oneshot/Headcanon thing I wrote?

Characters: Tony Stark and a daughter character I made up ‘cause Morgan didn’t exist yet. JARVIS is also there.

Summary: Tony Stark and his daughter Avery have the dream father-daughter relationship. After starting early at MIT, just like her father, Tony notices that something seems wrong with Avery, and the answer surprises him a little. Avery’s birthday’s in a few days, so Tony decides to show her present early to cheer her up.

Warnings: Nothing super intense - there’s a bit of angst. Mentions of Tony being promiscuous in the past.

Important notes about this Marvel AU I have in my brain: - IW/Endgame haven’t and won’t happen.  - Pepper and Tony got together, but not for a very long time. Pepper left Tony completely shortly after the events of Ironman 3 - Tony didn’t destroy his Iron legion nor did he have his arc reactor heart removed - I made up something called the “New Avengers” project just for the hell of it but I feel like it’s explained well enough

Author’s Note: Idk this was just an idea dump that I kinda fell in love with so I hope you guys enjoy? Lmk if you want me to write more? Feedback’s appreciated? ALSO - I WROTE THIS BEFORE ENDGAME HIT. THAT’S WHY I DIDN’T JUST USE AN OLDER VERSION OF MORGAN OR WHATEVER. I WROTE THIS TO HELP MYSELF SUFFER THROUGH THE EVENTS OF INFINITY WAR AND I’Ve evidently picked it up again to help myself through Endgame so enjoy?

Tony sat in his living room, tinkering with a new, prototype helmet as he waited for the door to open. The house was quiet, nothing but the sound of the fountain in the entrance hall, metallic clicks and clangs from the project Tony was working on, and the constant quiet whirring of the thousands of machines in the Stark building was to be heard. Soon enough, Tony heard a new sound, a modern doorbell and JARVIS’s voice alerting him that his daughter had arrived home, just on time. Tony stood up with a huge smile, and went into the entrance hall, welcoming his child home with a small “Hey, kid.”

Avery glanced up at her father and gave him a small smile. Still, Tony noticed that her green eyes were missing their normal sparkle, and her usually confident stride was replaced with that of a heartbroken child.

“Hey, dad,” she replied in a voice near silence, before trying to casually trudge away. Tony stopped her by quickly stepping into her path and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Wait, what’s up?” he asked in a calmer tone, suddenly worried for his young prodigy. He knelt down as to look up into her eyes. Avery took a long breath in, and was silent for a second, before grinning and shrugging.

“Nothing, dad. I’m tired is all �� first month at MIT is way different from what I’m used to, y’know?” she laughed.

Tony knew his daughter was lying, but he still gave her shoulder a squeeze and smiled back, saying “You worried me there for a second, thought you were about to tell me it’s too easy for you... Or that you miss my lectures.”

“It’s not too easy,” Avery said, blushing embarrassedly and wiping her dad’s hand from her shoulder, “and I’m having a great time in real lectures with other... People.”

Tony laughed and stood up, “It’s okay to admit it, it was easy for me too.”

She seemed to falter for a minute, and looked like she was about to say something but stopped. She shook it off and gave him one last grin before starting back off to her room.

“I’ll be working so if you need me, just let JARVIS know!” Tony called as he went toward the stairs down to his lab, picking up the helmet he’d been working on on his way down.

Once he got down there, he collapsed into one of his seats. Something was VERY wrong with Avery, and for once – Tony didn’t know how to fix it. He looked at a series of pictures on his desk – one was from last year, a thirteen-year-old Avery wearing a party hat posing with the Avengers (also wearing party hats on top of their costumes) and a poster in the background with the words “HAPPY BIRTHDAY AVERY!” written across it in huge letters. Beside it was a picture of Tony and his daughter dancing at one of the many red carpet events they went to together. She was only ten and standing on her dad’s feet as they danced among all the adults. Another photo showed a seven-year-old Avery wearing an extremely oversized Iron-man helmet while sitting on Tony’s shoulders, Tony being in a full Iron-man suit, save the helmet. The final photo was of him holding his newborn baby with none other than Pepper Potts holding the child’s hand. Pepper had left when Avery was incredibly young, and Tony had been left to raise his daughter alone. Avery was the only girl in his life – and Tony discovered that that’s all he really needed. The pair were inseparable. Recently, however, Avery’s been different. She’s been more distant ever since she started her early scholarship at MIT. Tony had just been assuming it was a boy and that she’d tell him when she was ready, but he’d been getting more and more unsure as days turned to weeks. What had happened?

He slammed the photo of Pepper's face down on the table as JARVIS’s voice cut through his reminiscing.

“Sorry sir, but Avery’s having something of a breakdown – one to rival even your worst moments. Most of the smashing has calmed down, but the crying has not subsided no matter how much consolation I offer – she has also requested that I not tell you any of this, but I feel that you’re the only one who can fix her emotional state.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “What makes you think that?”

“Well, bec-” JARVIS started, but Tony was already standing up.

“Save it. Just give us some privacy for a second, would you?”

JARVIS fell silent, and Tony began the slow walk upstairs to his daughter’s room.

Tony stood outside of Avery’s door and took a deep breath before knocking.

“Avery?” he asked. There was no response.

He slowly opened the door to see Avery laying on her bed facing the ceiling, with one hand draped across her waist and the other by her side. She took no notice of her dad. School supplies and various other items lay scattered and broken around the room. Tony carefully stepped over everything and gently lay down beside his daughter, facing the ceiling with his hands clasped together over his waist. Avery made no objection.

The pair lay in silence for a while, before Tony sighed.

“What’s his name?” he asked, turning his head to look at Avery. Avery continued to stare at the ceiling, but Tony saw a puzzled look cross her face.

“Whose name?” she murmured.

“The boy,” Tony replied.

“Which boy?”

Tony sighed again, pushing the heels of his palms into his eyes as he tried to think of the best way to approach this. He accidentally whispered his private thoughts aloud, saying:

“This was meant to be Pepper’s job.”

“Well Pepper isn’t here,” Avery shot back, bitterly.

“That’s MOM to you,” Tony responded sharply without thinking, before quickly relaxing again.

“That’s Miss Potts to you.”

Tony was quiet for a second, before trying again.

“Look, just tell me which boy is giving you trouble – I want to help you, you know I do but-”

“Anthony,” Avery suddenly said, “his name’s Anthony. Anthony Stark.”

Tony was taken aback.

“You’re mad at me?” he asked, quietly. Avery sat up and hugged her knees into her chest, Tony rolled onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow. His daughter still refused to make eye contact with him, but he didn’t look away from her.

“I don’t know,” she started, “I’m not MAD I’m just... tired. I’m smart, I know I am, but it’s getting harder and harder to fill your shoes, dad,” Avery finally confided. She threw her hands in the air and slumped back down to her original position.

“Everywhere I go on campus, there’ll be a plaque or a trophy or an awards board with your name or picture on it! Everybody holds even higher expectations from me because I’m YOUR daughter. Hell, half of the teachers there remember when you were their student and the other half were students that you banged back when you were there and now they’re PROFESSORS! And if that’s not the case, they WANT to be someone who was in that position. Even some of the students in my class have huge crushes on you.”

“Ew,” Tony murmured.

“I know,” Avery said, looking across at her dad for the first time since he came in, “and now I’m questioning my own abilities! Like, if I can’t be just as good as you then I feel like everyone will judge me and I’ll be a huge failure and you’ll... and... and...”

Avery curled up in a ball again without bothering to sit up, and Tony knew she was about to cry.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” he began, putting his free arm around the girl, “I get that you’re probably feeling the pressure, and I’m sorry you had to grow up more or less in my shadow. And I’m sorry that it seems like everyone only knows you through me. I know that it’s scary enough having to get into college before you’re even sixteen, and having everyone be so much older than you and dumber than you is probably tough, but you have to remember that you’re one of the smartest people I know, and in no time at all, you’ll probably surpass even the likes of me.”

“You’re my daughter, Avery. Not only that, you’re my best friend. I want you to know that...” Tony picked his next words very carefully. The words that he’d never heard from his own father.

“I’m proud of you, Avery. I’m so proud to be Tony Stark, father of Avery Stark. I love you so much, and I know you’re going to do great things. So great that one day I’ll be a footnote in your successes. First, you just need to get through this, and you’ll be on your way.”

Avery was sobbing at this point. She let go of her knees and wrapped her arms around her dad, burying her face in his chest and resting her head against the softly glowing arc reactor. Tony hugged her tightly with one arm, before slowly laying himself down properly and wrapping his other arm around the small girl as well. Memories flooded back of all the times she’d cried over the years and Tony would have to hold her till she felt better. Memories of him coming back after fighting and her clinging to him like she hadn’t seen him for years. He took a deep breath and let his eyes close, drowning himself in those memories. He thought back to when Pepper had first left and he was alone with a tiny Avery, her childish innocence and happiness contrasting to his immeasurable pain. Her obliviousness to their situation had helped Tony pull himself back together and become the father she needed. He tightened his grip, fragments of memories of him soothing her nightmares, her laughing and giggling and lighting up even his worst days played through his mind. He was so grateful for her. She meant the entire world to him and more. 

Slowly but surely, she was calming down. Sure, she still hiding her face in his chest, but he could tell.

“Hey, you want to go for a trip?” Tony asked quietly after Avery’s sobs had turned to sniffles.

“Wh-where?” Avery asked, looking up at her dad with tear-stained eyes.

Tony bit his lip, before gently unravelling himself from the hug and standing up.

“Flying,” he said, nonchalantly.

“But, isn’t 48 damaged?” Avery muttered, confused.

Because Tony’s newest suit, mark XLVIII, was made of nanobot technology, it was the only suit he had that could fit Avery due to her height and figure. Normally when they went out, he’d use an older suit and let her use Bleeding Edge – but today he had a better plan. Instead of making more nanobots for his broken armour, he’d been busy setting up something else.

Tony bit his lip before grinning excitedly

“I’ve got to show you something,” he said, holding his hand out to Avery. Avery sat up on the bed and swung her legs over the edge. She looked at her dad’s outstretched hand, then at him, and snorted. She lightly bat his hand away. And he quickly straightened his jacket, clearing his throat.

“That’s not the first time I’ve been horribly rejected by a woman,” he said, looking away and pretending to sniffle. Avery rolled her eyes and stood up.

“What do you want to show me?” she asked slyly.

“It’s in the lab,” Tony said. Avery nodded, before bolting to the door.

“LAST ONE TO THE LAB IS DOCTOR STRANGE!” she laughed.

Tony immediately chased her out of the room and down the hall, but he was no match for her, as she’d already hit the staircase before he had even made it to the living room.

“JARVIS! STOP AVERY FROM GETTING INTO THE LAB BEFORE ME!” he yelled, loud enough for Avery to hear.

“Certainly, sir,” JARVIS replied, and almost immediately, Tony heard Avery screaming. He laughed as he slowed to a walk, and as he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw his Mark XLVI suit of armour, hovering above the ground.

“Sorry, kid. It’s called parenting,” he grinned at the armour.

“Screw you, dad. You just didn’t want to be Doctor Stephen,” came Avery’s voice from inside, “also, you’ve really got to clean this suit. It smells like blood, sweat, tears and piss.”

“Guess what it’s full of, kid. And hey – language.”

Tony knocked on the chest and the suit opened up, a slightly startled Avery fell out, but Tony caught her, and set her down.

“That’s disgusting, Uncle Steve.” Avery rolled her eyes at her dad, who snorted.

The suit dropped to the ground and walked itself back into its display case, where it powered down.

"Look at you, not letting Cap forget dumb things he said that you didn't even witness. You really are my daughter," Tony murmured.

"Judging by your history, I'd be less surprised to find out Pepper Potts isn't my mother," Avery shot back with a small smile, “you got around so much that I’m sure the laws of biology could’ve been broken.”

"Hey," Tony began, trying to hide his smile as he held up a disapproving finger, "first of all, your mother is absolutely Pepper Potts. I witnessed your birth in horrible detail. Besides, nobody else would be crazy enough to insist your second name be 'Justice.' Second of all, you know nothing about my past. At all. Too young. I'll tell you when you're 45."

"Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. That was your self-officiated title, wasn't it?" Avery said, dragging out the word 'playboy'.

Tony cleared his throat, dropped his hands to his sides and stared his daughter in the eye for a moment. She stared back with an evil smirk.

"You know far too much," Tony said, straightening his suit jacket again and shaking his head. Avery simply giggled. Tony quickly moved and stood behind Avery, covering her eyes. She groaned annoyedly.

“Really, dad?”

“It’s a surprise, honey. Relax.”

Tony lead his daughter into the lab, and noticed that the “surprise” wasn’t assembled. He let out a sharp whistle.

“JARVIS, please could you assemble the uh, birthday present?” he muttered.

“But sir, Avery’s birthday isn’t for another two days.”

“A birthday present?” Avery murmured.

“Just assemble it, bud,” Tony said to the AI, ignoring Avery’s confusion.

All Avery heard was whirring, whooshing, clicking and clanging.

“You ready?” Tony asked Avery, bending down so he could whisper it in her ear.

“You know I am,” she responded eagerly.

“Happy birthday,” Tony said, moving his hands. Avery clasped her hand over her mouth and gasped. Tears sprung to her eyes as she moved toward the Iron suit in front of her.

It was an exact replica of her father’s Mark XLVIII, but smaller and more feminine.

“It’s the newest nanobot tech, even better than mine – for now. I’ve called it the AVS-I,” Tony smiled as his daughter examined the suit, “stands for Avery Stark – of course.”

Avery was stunned. Never did she think she’d be a REAL part of this aspect of her dad’s life, though she’d always wanted to be.

She tore her eyes away from the armour to look back at her father, who was beaming at her. She wiped a few happy tears and ran at Tony, jumping on him, throwing her arms around his neck and holding on tightly. Tony stumbled a little, but managed to keep his balance as he held his little girl close.

“Thank you so much, dad,” she whispered.

“You’re getting a little bit big for this, you know that?” he murmured, but truthfully he didn’t mind. He laughed as she gripped him tighter. Slowly, he put her back down, Avery’s grip loosened, but something was wrong, so Tony continued to hold her close by the shoulders, looking into her eyes as she stared at the ground looking puzzled for a moment.

“Wait, but what about Riri?” Avery asked, looking back up at her dad.

“Who?” Tony asked, confused. He let go of his daughter and looked around his lab as if it’d give him a hint.

“Riri Williams, sir,” JARVIS cut in, “a brilliant seventeen-year-old girl who was enlisted in the Ironheart program three years ago.”

“Oh, she’s been fired. She failed her final test,” Tony said dismissively, looking back at the armour.

“What’s the Ironheart project? And what was the final test?” Avery asked, shoving her hands in her hoodie pockets and turning her attention back to the armour as well.

“The Ironheart program was SHIELD’s idea,” Tony began, gazing at the suit, “a subdivision of a ‘New Avengers’ project. A type of “gifted youths” thing. Taking kids with abnormal abilities and sort of testing their skills to see if they should take SHIELD classes. Riri Williams, fifteen at the time, was above average brilliant. She was enlisted in my subdivision of the program where I’d test her mental capacities to see how good of a mechanic, engineer and scientist she was. She was incredible, true, but she failed to recreate a full suit of functioning Iron-man armour. Plus, she failed in the fact that I didn’t like her much.”

Avery nodded, “I always thought she was meant to be a replacement for me.”

Tony’s gaze didn’t shift from the armour, but he put an arm around her shoulders.

“Never. I didn’t want to use you because I didn’t want you to be in danger.”

Avery looked up at her dad for a second, before looking back at the armour and leaning her head against him.

“I love it,” she whispered, “thank you so much.”

Tony spent a moment in comfortable silence with his daughter. He could tell how happy she was with the gift, and that made him smile.

“Try it on, I want to make sure it doesn’t implode on the wearer,” he grinned, tapping her on the back and nodding towards the armour. Avery smiled widely at him before moving towards the armour.

“JARVIS, enable embarrassing parent mode,” Tony said nonchalantly. Avery shot him a passive-aggressive grin and he simply waved back.

“Cameras are recording, sir,” JARVIS responded immediately.

Avery gingerly touched the armour, before looking back at her dad. He motioned for her to go on, before tapping the centre of his own arc reactor. Avery nodded, took two fingers and double-tapped the dark arc reactor in the centre of the suit. It immediately began to glow and the suit began to dematerialise until only the back half remained. Grinning widely, Avery got into position before stepping backwards into the armour. The nanobots began re-materialising around her, and soon enough she was covered head to toe in her own armour.

The helmet clamped shut over her face and the eyes glowed blue as Avery squealed. Tony felt himself beaming – he was so proud. Avery looked down at her hands, clenched them into fists, twisted them about. Then her feet, she stomped around a little, jumped up and down. She slammed her hands down on her stomach and chest and ran her hands down her shoulders and arms.

She looked up at her dad.

“This is SO cool,” she said – her voice sounded slightly digitalised as it came out.

“Oh, by the way,” Tony began, looking at his nails with a smirk as Avery gazed up at him, curious, “did I mention you can change the colours?”

Avery let out another squeal which quickly turned to laughter.

Tony was looking forward to their first flight.

#Tony Stark #Stark #Avengers #Fanfic #Headcanon #Hc #Oneshot #Dad!Tony X Daughter!OC #Is she an OC if I just made her up on the spot for the purpose of this story? #Pre-Endgame #IN MY OWN LITTLE MARVEL UNIVERSE WHERE THINGS ARE HAPPIER OK #marvel #Pre-infinity war #Father-daughter

[userseokkie]

The tank top means “back in hardware mode”

So, after speaking with @starkravinghazelnuts about Tony's fate in the Benatar I gave a lot of thought about how this might turn out, because like everyone is coming up with a lot of different theories and we’re probably gonna dissect them all to death before April comes lmao

My take is not brand new by any means, but after going over it like a thousand times I see no other possibility. For this to work, I have some pre-established notions. One, no Tony is not going to die from oxygen deprivation. Two, the message he sent to Pepper (and to others possibly) doesn’t work like a beacon. I’ll explain this later. Three, Nebula can endure way more than him, because of her modifications and her being an alien race and all. And four, he is not giving up. Yes, the message sounds like a last goodbye, like Tony is really ready to face death and is at peace with it. But I think that’s only because at that point in the movie, he really believes there’s not any other option. After all, isn’t he the Futurist?

Basically, I believe Tony is going to build an armor before he even gets back to Earth or somebody finds him and Nebula. As @starkwest so expertly pointed out in their post, right now the Benatar is Tony’s cave in Afghanistan all over again. He has nothing but a box of scraps and his will to save the world. If suddenly, before they run out of oxygen, it came into the conversation that oh, I don’t know, there’s a certain place where the best weapons in the universe are forged, wouldn’t Tony be all over that? Nebula knows Nidavellir exists. She may not know Tony is a mechanic, but she does know where Nidavellir is and what gets made there. Of course Nidavellir wasn’t randomly introduced just because in Infinity War, with so many things happening in that movie each location that was picked had a very important purpose. So I’m pretty confident it is going to appear again in Endgame. 

Thinking about this, I rewatched the trailer 20 times and I also wondered where tf that tank top came from. Taking into account the last outfit we see Tony wearing in IW, which is the windbreaker and he doesn't have a shirt underneath, that makes me think this tank top is a very deliberate choice. We don’t know how Tony and Nebula got in that ship, but I’m guessing if Tony had any nanotubes left he would use them to repair the ship, or even his helmet so he can record messages. He wouldn’t waste them on new clothes. To me, the tank top represents Tony going back into “hardware mode” and I think the audience has come to associate Tony in a tank top with Tony the mechanic. 

(gifs by marveledits)

The marvel styling department is big on continuity, so if Tony is straight out of Titan in that ship, wouldn’t it make more sense to have him wear the same windbreaker? He might have changed with clothes from the Benatar, but it’s a pretty big coincidence that the first thing he finds is a tank top. Hmm... wonder what the Russos are trying to allude to in here.

So, moving on, I know there’s some talk about how Tony sent nano satellite probes into deep space to scan for imminent threats. This is NEVER addressed in the movies, which bugs me because you’re expected to read novelizations and comic tie-ins and whatnot, but fine, let’s work with it. Tony is a futurist, we know that, so it would make sense that he did this to prepare. This helps the distress signal get to Earth, I believe, which is how it reaches Pepper and the Avengers. But like Clint says, ‘a door opens from both sides’. So the same way the satellites let Tony send messages, they should also let him receive them, right? What if they also allowed him to make a scanning network, by receiving signals designed to calibrate a wavelength or an energy sign? Where I’m going with this, is Tony designing an algorithm to track big ass energy signs. Say, as big as the ones a dying star in a forge would be sending.

Nebula can resist harsh conditions better than Tony, and she’s also an amazing pilot. So if she decided to land on Nidavellir, (which granted, I have yet to come up with an explanation as to how they’d get there, given that the Benatar supposedly ran out of fuel), she could get out there and get the forge going. Who knows if Eitri survived the snap? If he did, he’s already convinced of the importance his job has thanks to Thor, so it makes sense that he’d help out. If he didn’t, well that’s pretty sad but then the star is abandoned and there’s no one else around (because Thanos killed all the other dwarfs). Since Nidavellir has its own gravity, I am choosing to believe it has some sort of atmosphere as well... so that’s the oxygen problem solved lmao.

That leads us to the armor Tony might build, which could be done with the helped of Nidavellir’s number one natural resource: Uru. In the comics, Tony is the first human to work with Uru and actually make it work. He’s also said to discover the affinity Uru has for magical enchantments, and helps out in the construction of the Thorbuster armor. My guess is the Russos are going to make a mashup of the Thorbuster and the Godkiller armor. Per the Marvel wiki: “The [Godkiller] suit provides its user with enough power to physically confront a Dark Celestial for a limited period of time, and it’s capable of lifting one of these off the ground. The armor additionally possesses repulsor blasts and flight capabilities. It's capable of interplanetary flight, traveling from Mars to Earth in a matter of minutes.” Coincidentally, the Godkiller armor MK II is currently appearing in Avengers Vol 8 (issues #5 and #6) where it first made an entrance. Seems timely enough. 

I don’t know what will happen from there. My guess is Carol and Steve (along with Nat and Thor possibly?) do make it to space, and they do find Tony. I don’t think Carol is going to just stumble into Tony whilst strolling around space, but I do know Carol is also a key to find Tony. From past experience, one thing I know for sure: the Russos are not going to just give us the Tony/Avengers reunion we so desperately want. I know they are going to drag it out, for sure. Those guys are so scared of what a Tony and Steve reunion might look like, they scrapped like three different scripts for IW before deciding to just not have it altogether. Also, it builds the tension even more: Will Tony make it? So to me, it’s not as simple as just having Steve and co. find Tony in space in the first 20 minutes of the film. 

So yeah, this is my hot take on the events transpiring in the trailer. I mean who knows, maybe they’ll pull an IW on us and put the first shot of Tony at the very end of the film, just like they did with the Titan scene. 

#endgame #avengers 4 speculation #marvel talk #endgame spoilers #tony stark #mcu

[flowerfan2]

A Different Kind of Fireworks

Out of all my fics, this one is the most happy new year of them all - enjoy, and happy 2019!

Stucky, 2600 words, A03, post-CA-TWS (ignore IW)

The holidays don’t dispel Steve’s loneliness… but a New Year’s day surprise does the trick.

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“Come on, one more round,” Clint says, doing some silly thing with his eyebrows that makes Natasha grin.  Natasha and Bruce agree, and Steve sighs softly to himself as Clint deals the cards. Bruce had received a special superhero expansion deck for Cards Against Humanity for Christmas, and the group has been hanging out in the tower common room playing it whenever their more civilized presence wasn’t required.

This year’s holiday calendar has been much like the year before – a fancy fundraising party a few days before Christmas to show off the team, a sumptuous dinner just for the Avengers and their colleagues to encourage bonding, and then various PR events to take advantage of the good will of the holiday season.  Steve doesn’t mind it too much.  His favorite assignment this year was visiting kids at a children’s hospital ward.  Steve knows what it’s like to be too sick to enjoy Christmas.  He sometimes feels like he still is.

Because for all the jollity of the Avenger’s end of the year schedule, it rings false too often for Steve. He knows all about “found family,” and he’s grateful for the friendships he has formed over the past few years. Sam, in particular, has gone above and beyond, quietly supporting him as he spent months on a fruitless search for a ghost.  But there’s still something missing for Steve, and the festive chaos of the holidays does nothing to fill that space.  No amount of champagne served at black tie galas can make up for what Steve has lost.

Steve shakes his head, trying to get a grip.  He has his health, a job that means something, people who care about him.  He thinks back to the little girl he met at the hospital, who seemed to want nothing more than to pelt him with questions about Iron Man (who was notably absent), able to ignore for at least a few minutes the fact that she probably won’t live to see the end of this new year. In comparison Steve’s life is no tragedy, and he wishes he could appreciate that fact.

Pepper joins them, laughing for a few minutes at whatever ridiculousness Clint is peddling, and then hands them each a stack of shiny eight by tens to sign, thank you’s for donors who emptied their pockets at the New Year’s Eve charity dinner last night. “Sorry to disrupt your game,” Pepper says, not looking sorry at all.  “The holidays are over.  Time to get back to work.”

 Steve knows that signing glossy photos of himself holding his shield is objectively better than having to actually go out and throw his shield at bad guys, and yet after a week of enforced down time, he’s wishing for just a tiny bit of trouble.  Anything to get out of his own head.   It might help to go to the gym and work out some of his negativity.  Either that or schedule a one on one “coffee” with Sam to talk about why Steve is apparently incapable of enjoying the happiest time of the year.

 “Hey, do you happen to know when Tony’s coming back?”  Natasha asks, waving her silver marker at Pepper.  “I need him to invent a better pen.”

 “What, not pointy enough for you?”  Clint asks, holding his marker up and making stabby motions.  “Better be careful what you ask for.  Although,” Clint looks thoughtfully at his marker, “exploding pens would make this more interesting.”

 “He’s supposed to be home today,” Pepper responds, with a quick look at Steve.  He’s not sure what he’s got to do with Tony’s absence, or his reappearance, but he shrugs it off and goes back to signing photos.  Tony hasn’t filled Steve in on his current side mission, and it hadn’t occurred to Steve to be concerned.  Everyone is entitled to their own business.  Tony may be the worst at remembering that, but he deserves privacy just the same.

 Several hours later, after a low key New Year’s day dinner refreshingly free of cranberries or mulled cider or anything decorated in red and green, Tony makes his entrance.  He looks exhausted, still in the black long sleeved shirt and leggings he wears under his suit.

 Most of the group waves lazily from the table, shouting out greetings.  Tony nods and “happy new year’s” back at them, but he doesn’t sit down. Instead, he meets Steve’s eyes and motions him over.

 “Stark,” Steve says, joining Tony by the door.  “Everything okay?”

 Tony meets his eyes. “I think it will be.  You should go up to your floor.”

 Steve feels a shiver run through him at Tony’s guarded expression, and doesn’t bother to argue.  It takes no time at all to jog up the five flights of stairs to his quarters, and then Steve is standing outside his own door. Probably Tony has just got him some new toy, a coffee maker that doubles as a kiln, or some other modern day nonsense. No reason to get excited.

 But Steve can’t help the fact that his heart is beating hard in his chest.  When he opens the door and steps inside, he gasps for breath, as if the serum never entered his blood.

 There’s a man standing by the window, looking out over the city.  It’s dark in the room, lit only by the lights on the tree, but there’s no question in Steve’s mind who it is.

 “Bucky,” he breathes out, and the man turns.  He’s broader in the shoulders than the boy Steve knew, and his hair is still long, like the last time Steve saw him.  Steve strides forward, then stops himself when the man tenses.

 “Sorry, sorry-”  Steve puts his hands up, then clasps them together, almost in prayer, to keep himself from reaching out.  “Bucky.  Are – are you – you?  Do you remember…?”

 “More or less,” the man says, and Steve is so relieved that Bucky is responding to his name, with none of that heartbreaking “who the hell is Bucky” crap, that he can almost breathe again.

 “Oh my god, Bucky,” Steve says, “thank god.  Thank god.”

 “Not sure he had much to do with it,” Bucky replies.  

 Steve would laugh at the wry humor in Bucky’s voice, if his throat wasn’t tight enough to sob.  “No?”

 “Not unless he’s come back as Stark.”

 Suddenly it all makes sense – the sneaking around, the side mission, the look from Pepper.  Steve may need to seriously reevaluate how he feels about Tony.   “Tony found you?”  

 Bucky grunts, as if insulted by the idea.  “I let him arrange a meet.  He had information I needed.  Some offshoot HYDRA assholes were ramping up to frame me, use me for some awful plan.”

 Suddenly Steve’s stomach sinks.  Bucky isn’t here for him.  He’s not actually coming home, coming back to Steve.  He’s just avoiding capture.  Outsmarting HYDRA.

 “Okay,” Steve says, trying to find something to say that doesn’t reveal his disappointment. “That’s um, that’s good.  That Tony helped, I mean, he can definitely be helpful sometimes.  And that you, um, got away.  From HYDRA. Or, whoever.”

 Bucky doesn’t seem to be listening to him anymore, which isn’t surprising given the dreck that’s coming out of his mouth.  He’s looking around the room, with nothing on his face giving away any shred of emotion, until his eyes land on the Christmas tree.

 “Kind of narcissistic, isn’t it?  Ornaments of yourself?”

 Steve feels his face flush. “Tony got them for all of us.” The tree is decorated with little mini-Avengers in holiday colors, as well as sparkly little shields for Steve, sharp arrows for Clint, horrifying spiders for Nat, and so on.

 “You’re friends, then,” Bucky says.  “With these people.”

 “They’re my team.”  

 Bucky doesn’t comment further, and doesn’t move, just stays there, eyes looking somewhere just past Steve’s shoulder.  At attention, Steve thinks.  The literal opposite of at ease.  Get your head out of your ass and help him, Steve thinks, and swiftly readjusts his attitude.

 “Bucky, please, sit down. Make yourself comfortable.”  He waves at the couch, and Bucky comes a little closer and takes a seat in the corner.  He’s wearing a leather jacket and a dark red shirt that strains across his chest, worn jeans and black work boots.  “Can I get you something to eat?”

 Bucky’s eyes flash up at him, wary, and Steve tries to make his body relax.  There’s no danger here, he tries to project.  Not from me.  Not ever from me.

 Steve moves into his little kitchen, still visible from the living area, and opens the refrigerator. “How about roast beef?”

 “Sure.”

 Steve occupies himself for a few minutes, cutting thick slices of the rye bread Tony has delivered from his favorite deli, piling it high with roast beef and sharp cheddar cheese.   “Do you want some root beer?  I’ve got that, or orange juice, or water...”

 Bucky doesn’t respond, so Steve opens a bottle of root beer and brings it over, setting it down with the sandwich on the coffee table.

 Bucky frowns at the single plate.  “You’re not going to eat?”  Steve wonders if he’s remembering all the times they struggled to put food on the table. He thinks he is, when Bucky takes half his sandwich and holds it out to Steve.

 It doesn’t matter that Steve’s been living in the lap of luxury since he joined the Avengers, it’s the best sandwich he’s had in years.

 They eat in silence, Steve joining Bucky on the couch.  He leaves plenty of space between them, until he reaches over to steal a long sip of Bucky’s soda.  Again, Bucky tenses, but Steve thinks he lets it go a little faster this time.  In any case, Bucky gives him a little almost grin and swipes the bottle back from Steve without missing a beat.

 “So, where’ve you been?” Steve finally asks.  He hopes this is a fairly safe topic of conversation, and forgive him, but he’s damn curious.

 “All around,” Bucky replies. “I’ve got a few different spots in Europe that I mostly move between.  I was in Bucharest, the last few weeks.  Got a little too comfortable.”

 Steve tilts his head inquiringly and Bucky goes on.

 “I went to the Christmas market.  You know, stalls with candles and funnel cakes, live music playing.  I think I was spotted.”

 Steve doesn’t like to think about the life Bucky’s been living, where just trying to enjoy himself for an evening risks his life.  Hopefully whatever Stark came up with is more than a short-term solution.  Knowing Stark, it probably is – the man doesn’t do anything halfway.

 Steve notices Bucky glance down at his empty plate, and his manners kick back in.  “Want another sandwich?”

 Bucky quickly shakes his head.  “No, I’m good.”

 “Cookie?  Glass of milk?”

 Bucky smiles.  “Stark calls you an old man, you know.  He doesn’t realize you’ve been like this your whole life.  See your guy for the first time in years, and offer him cookies and milk.  Smooth.”

 Steve feels almost faint with it, the realization that this really is Bucky, the only person in the world that knows the real Steve Rogers.  And he doesn’t miss “your guy,” dropped into the sentence as if it meant nothing. He wants to throw his arms around Bucky and never let him go.  “God damn it, Bucky, I am so incredibly happy to see you.”

 Bucky bites his lip, his expression almost shy.  “Are you?”

 “Bucky.”  Steve draws in a deep breath, and slides a little closer to Bucky on the couch.  “I couldn’t be happier.  Nothing, nothing could make me happier.”

 “I wasn’t sure,” Bucky says, looking down at his knees.  “Stark said, but…”

 Steve tries to calm the butterflies in his stomach, but he can’t hold back the question.  “Buck, did you come here to avoid being framed, or to see me?”

 Bucky narrows his eyes at Steve.  “Come on, pal.  D’ya think this is the only place in the world I could hide from HYDRA’s crook of the month?”

 “But – I searched for you. Me and Sam – for months.”

 “Yeah,” Bucky says, returning his gaze to his lap.  “And then you stopped.”

 It hits Steve like a blow, although he knows that it was the right thing to do at the time.  He was needed, and Bucky knew where to find him. Still, knowing that Bucky wondered even a little, that Steve hurt him by his decision, is painful.

 “And I get it,” Bucky says, setting his jaw.  “You got everything you could ever want.”  He gestures at the room.  

 Steve thinks that now isn’t the time to get into precisely why Bucky is full of shit, and he guesses that Bucky wouldn’t really hear it, anyway.  He probably doesn’t even believe it, if he remembers Steve the way he seems to. “Sam said if you wanted us to find you, we would have,” Steve says softly.  “I think he was right.  You clearly didn’t want us to find you.  Not then.”

 Bucky takes this in. He seems to be considering his next words far too carefully, and Steve wants to beg Bucky to tell him the truth. To confide in Steve.  To trust him.

 “What if…” Bucky trails off, unable or unwilling to go on.

 “What if what?”  Steve slides closer again.  He lets his knee nudge against Bucky’s, and Bucky doesn’t pull back.

 When Steve turns to him, Bucky looks as nervous as Steve has ever seen him, but Bucky takes a breath and forges on.  “What if I want it now?  To be found?” Bucky gazes at him, his gray eyes wide.

 Steve raises his hand, slowly, and pushes Bucky’s hair away from his face.  “Is that what you want?”

 Bucky nods, and presses his cheek into Steve’s palm.  “Yeah. I do.”  

 “So”- Steve breaks off, afraid to ask, but more afraid not to – “you’re here to stay?”

 “If you’ll have me.”  Bucky closes his eyes, maybe as scared as Steve.

 “Of course,” Steve answers quickly.  “Yes, yes, of course.”  Then he leans in, not giving himself any more time to think about it, and lets his lips meet Bucky’s.  It’s just a brush, barely a kiss, but Bucky presses back, and it sends fireworks down Steve’s spine.

 “Stevie,” Bucky breathes out, his hands coming up to frame Steve’s face as Steve reaches to draw Bucky closer.  Bucky’s reticence is gone, and he’s melting into Steve.  Bucky’s warm and safe and here, right here, curling up against Steve’s chest.  It’s everything Steve ever wanted.

 “Gonna have to update my new year’s resolution,” Steve says, tugging at Bucky’s waist until he shifts and swings a leg over Steve’s thighs.  Steve lets out a long breath, hardly able to focus as pleasure and disbelief surge through him in equal measure.

 “Why’s that?”  Bucky asks.  He tilts his head, adorably coy, and Steve quickly accepts the invitation, dotting kisses down his neck until Bucky lets out a low moan.

 Belatedly, Steve realizes he didn’t answer Bucky’s question, and he pulls back to find Bucky’s eyes. He can feel the grin stretching his cheeks, and he beams even wider when he sees an answering smile on Bucky’s face. “’Find Bucky’ doesn’t make much sense anymore.  Now it’ll have to be ‘make him obnoxiously happy.’”

 Bucky blushes, and guides Steve towards him for another tender kiss.  He’s smiling again when they break apart.  “Pretty sure you can check that one off your list, too,” Bucky says.

 Steve’s heart soars, and he tucks Bucky in close against him.  They kiss and murmur soft words, Steve still hardly believing that he has Bucky in his arms. He gives a delighted laugh, and Bucky starts, a slightly worried cast to his brow.

 “What’s so funny?”

 Steve sighs, nestling his head into Bucky’s neck and breathing him in.  “When I woke up this morning, I was just trying to get through the day. Now-” he looks up, running his thumb along Bucky’s swollen bottom lip, and gazing into his eyes, “now I’m actually going to have a happy new year.”

#stucky #happy new year #steve rogers #bucky barnes #my fic #stucky fic

[spideymybucky]

The Tequila Metaphor

Word Count: 1565

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Natasha, Wanda, Tony. 

Warnings: Angst, fight, insults. 

A/N  Hey guys, i know i haven’t written in a looong time but here I am with an entry to @prettyyoungtragedy 2K challenge. (Go follow her! I love love love her writing) I hope y’all like it. Ok it might be shit cause i didn’t know how to ended or maybe if you want, it could have a second part and be a two part entry. IDK. Feedback???? lots of love to y’all. Please feedback, i’m neglecting every assignment i have to do this.

Prompt: “where is the tequila? Who drank my tequila!” In bold!

You didn’t know how to cope with emotional pain; hell, you even ignored it until it was to much and, well, you exploded. It was something you had always done, something that they had taught you to do. Showing your emotions was weak, they could be used against you in any way, thats why you never got close to anyone and maybe, just maybe, that’s why your in this position. Sometimes ignoring your feelings isn’t the best way to go, and it all goes to hell.

The night was calm, people were sipping on wine and eating crackers. God, did you hate these charity events that Tony made you attend. Your skin-tight dress hugged you in every way possible, without mentioning the 12 inch heels you were wearing, making you look gorgeous and desirable to every men in the room, who were staring. Feeling uncomfortable with each look, it was Tony’s small vengeance for the lack sympathy and team effort, you fleeted from the party to the compound, getting there within five minutes.

“M’am it would be 15, total.” The tired cab driver pointed to the taximeter.

“Yeah, here you go” you got out of the cab, heels in hand darting to the entrance. The ring of your phone going off every minute with Tony’s designated tone. God, you just needed a good drink, a pure shot of something. No-what you needed was a pure shot of that expensive tequila you bought a while ago. Yes, that was it.

Getting out of the elevator and into the common room, you hear the laughter of a distinguished super soldier and followed by a female voice.  You heart stops momentarily, he was supposed to be asleep by now, that was the whole point of returning at this time. Closing your eyes, you let out a sigh and nodded. Ok, you were going to sneak in and get the tequila, go back to your room and forget this ever happened. That seemed easy right? Yeah, for a well trained spy like her, but yet again he was a super soldier with enhanced hearing. He had already heard her coming.

“Sometimes I just like wanna stop everything and like sleep all day. Do you get it? Like, sorry I know I’m like weird and stuff…” The unknown girl continued talking to Bucky. He wasn’t interested in her, maybe her body a bit but it was all a distraction.

“Yeah, I guess I do understand.” He mumbled. Light footsteps were getting closer, he already knew who it was and this was his only chance, he had to do it. He moved closer to the pink hair girl, as she giggled. He let out a small chuckled and started stroking her leg.

You entered quietly the room, darting straight to the kitchen without acknowledging them. You were already hurt, heart broken in fact, what more can you take? Looking through the counters for your tequila, you couldn’t find it. It wasn’t where you left it, had someone grabbed it? Maybe, you missed placed it but you were sure it was there. Then you turn around and look where Bucky was with her. You walk up to them and clear your throat.

“Where is the tequila?” Your eyes showed no emotion, just a cold stare that darted between the pink haired whore-you wanted her to be that-and Bucky. The girl flinched closer to Bucky, who just shrugged.

“Don’t know.” Bucky quickly responded.

“You sure ‘bout that?” You asked looking at him.

“Yes (Y/n), now please leave”  You rolled your eyes and just stood there looking at the room, trying to find something to lead you on. You were sure it was where you left it, on the left counter behind the syrup.

“For fuck sake, just tell me where it is!” You shouted impatiently. You wanted to leaved, in fact needed to leave the room and be as far way from James and his baby blue eyes.

“I don’t fucking know (Y/N)” He stood up, following you to the kitchen. “Maybe you should look better, you might have misplaced it or it just didn’t fucking exist”

“Why wouldn’t it fucking exist? You idiot” You shouted back.

“Most things don’t exist with you, so why should the tequila exist?” You rolled your eyes at his retort, still looking through the counters. Maybe it’s in the trash, she thought.

“I just want the fucking tequila James, nothing else.” You squatted, leveling yourself with the trash. You took the lid of and found your expensive tequila bottle, the one you bought on your only vacation to Mexico.  You grabbed it and slowly rose up, looking at the pink haired girl and Bucky-who had returned to sitting with her.

“Who drank my fucking tequila!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, making Bucky and the pink haired, big boob, girl jump. What you didn’t realize was that Wanda and Natasha had woken up, and they were entering the common room.

“I-I’m s-sorry, I swear I didn’t know-”  Bucky grabbed her, pulling the pink haired girl behind him.

“It’s just a fucking drink. It doesn’t have personal value, nothing has for you.” Bucky regretted the moment it came out but it was too late. You looked at him slightly hurt for a second, but then returned to your furious self.

“It actually does have personal value James”  He rolled his eyes and nodded.

“Sure, cause you’re all so capable of having an attachment.” He retorted at you. Both of you had unfinished business, the poor girl had just been caught in the middle. Sure, Bucky knew It was your tequila, with a small warm inside, tradition from Mexico. You only drank it on rare occasions, when you were really happy or just extremely sad. This was intended to be the latter.

“I am capable of letting myself be attached, just like I did with my tequila you asshole.” You said stepping closer. You didn’t know when the pink haired girl let herself become angry, but Natasha saw it. It was the moment Bucky and you were closer than ever, eyes connected in a staring competition.

“For fuck sake It just tequila, I’m sorry I drank it.”  The pink haired girl said. Her tight skin dress moved, showing to much of her, as she grabbed her purse. “Here, have a few hundreds you bitch.” She finished, throwing the money to you, as she pulled Bucky a part.

You were startled at first, looking at the money for a few seconds and then it all went to hell. You were about to throw yourself to her when Natasha grabbed you. Bucky was just staring eyes wide. You looked at him, trying to see if he was going to do something to her or tell her off but he didn’t. Nat shook her head silently.

“I thought you could’ve done better than this Bucky.” You paused looking at him, tears welled up into your eyes, You felt defeated, all these feeling coming to you. The fight was never about the tequila fuck, it was about something else.

“At least better than me…” You mumbled out for only him to hear. You nodded at Wanda and Nat, leaving the room. You slowly walked out and than, after being out of site, you ran to your room.  

Bucky looked at you leave, that when it sinked in. He was dumb, stupid in fact. He was the tequila bottle, she was attached to him and he blew it. This time it wasn’t her fault but his. How did they get here?

“Ugh that bitch finally left, right?” The pink haired girl said. She looked at Bucky, who had a stoic expression on. He turned towards her and nodded.

“I think its time you left, Ash.” His cold demeanor wasn’t a hint to her, she shook her head.

“I think no, we can still have fun.” She responded.

“Leave now or I’ll hurt you.” Wanda thick accent sounded around the room. Ash looked at Natasha who backed off.

“You heard her, leave” The red headed (yes, Nat before IW) said.

“Ugh, whatever. Fine. I’m leaving.” She stormed out.

Bucky sat down, his face on his hands. It wasn’t supposed to end up like this, maybe (Y/N) admitting her feelings but not like this. He fucked up real bad and he knew it.

“You need to fix this Barnes.” Natasha spoke up before leaving the room.

“How?” He said looking at Wanda. She smiled and shrugged.

“You know her more than we do, Barnes.” She said imitating Nat. “Go get her”

He nodded and smiled. He didn’t know what he was going to do or how he was going to do it, but he was going to get you back. He now knew you did have feelings, sure you didn’t show them and Bucky also knew that but he needed this. He smiled at the door in front of him where his future laid at. He took a deep breath and knocked. This time they would both work on this, he will be patient and she will give him a response in return, because you were his dream, his pain, his life, and his world. You were everything good to him, the antonym of Hydra. You were going to be his.

#bucky x reader #james barnes #winter solider imagine #winter solider x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #tony stark #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagine #james bucky barnes #bucky x you #pyt2k #pytwritingchallenge

[lokis-tribble-army]

Avengers 4/IW Theory-Headcanon Time!

Ok, I have no idea how old this GIF is and if somebody already pointed it out, but isn't it strange that Loki blinks at Stark in this moment?

It is just like he wants to give him a sign or so and since there is going to be time travel in Avengers 4 back to Avengers 1, it makes me wonder, if it was all the way on purpose that he blinks or if it's just a coincidence. Because, when I remember correct, Tom said that when he got the role for Loki, they first spoke about 'Avengers' and not 'Thor'. And this is something that makes me really, really curious, cause I remembered how J.K. Rowling told Alan Rickman something about Snape what no one else knew till the book and the movie where released, so, what if it's the same with Tom? What if he knows something about Loki what we don't know yet, because think about what he is always saying about Loki: He is just misunderstood. Snape was also misunderstood the whole time. We took him for the villian although he wasn't. Isn't it kind of the same with Loki?

Loki was introduced as the antagonist/villain who became later Thor's ally in battle. (Yeah, I know that they are brothers, but I think, you know what I want to say.)

Tom also was told Lokis death two years before they started shooting A3 and A4. And here comes something interesting: A3 and A4 where shot around the same time, right? But who says that Tom was told that Loki dies for ever in A3? He could have been told that he fake dies in A3, but dies in A4 for real. They gave him two years of preparation for this scenario, so he can figure out how to handle the reaction. The interviews and everything else. Marvel knew that killing Loki in the first few minutes of A3 would start a hugh wave of disbelieve, hate and what ever. They needed to be prepared for this. And isn't it strange that they only say that Loki is dead? No background infos why it has happend like that. Nothing. At least, I haven't found anything about it. Only the normal 'It was an emotional day' and so on. I don't want to say that it wasn't like they say, but it's just... I don't know... Something feels wrong. Like... If Loki faked his death and dies in A4, they could also mean that shooting the death scene in A4 was an emotional day and no one would notice it, cause they could just say that they mean his death scene in A3.

But back to the actual theory.

Tom could have known all allong about the time travel thing in A1. Because, there are some things that don't really make sense in A1 when you ask me.

For example, Loki smiling at Bruce. Why? Because he knows he is the Hulk? Yeah, but why smiling like that? It absolutely makes no sense. And later, when he talks to Natasha, Natasha thinks that his plan is to release the Hulk, but he just seems a bit confused about this conclusion. Like, releasing the Hulk never was his plan. It. Never. Was. It was just something Natasha assumed after she talked to him. So, but why the smiling anyway?

My theory about this is that during A1 they switch A1Loki with the current Loki to get certain informations. When we think about the fact that A1Loki was mind controlled by Thanos, this A1Loki would have been a hugh risk for their plan (purple grape could have known that they were up to do something what would defeat him in the future). Anyway, A1Loki would have had no reason to help them, so, they needed to switch this A1Loki with the other Loki, our Loki (i call him IWLoki now) who knows what they can lose when something goes wrong. So, IWLoki took A1Lokis place. When? Probably after the Stuttgart incidence. Because, why should Loki stay and watch the short battle between Thor, Iron Man and Captain America? And he also has some off screen time at this moment, so, isn't it the perfect moment for our time travlers to switch the two Lokis?

IWLoki goes with the Avengers to the Helicarrier and makes sure that everything turns out how it should. That A1Loki doesn't kill more than the 80 people in the beginning. And Coulsons death isn't that bad anymore since they know that he will be revived in the future and is also a reason why Cap was so motivated to fight Loki and his army.

IWLoki makes sure that the Avengers assemble while Tony and the rest of the time travel group use the time to get informations and other stuff. After all, we have this set photo of Tony in the clothing of a Loki guard. And we all know, that Jarvis had hacked the SHIELD Server. It would be easy for Tony to get the needed informations. And when they all arrive in NY, IWLoki pretends to be the evil one and when he meets Tony at the Tower and blinks at him... Who doesn't say that somewhere near, IWTony was waiting for this so they can bring A1Loki back into the battle?

IWLoki throws Stark out of the window, he and A1Loki switch places, maybe he even manipulates his own memory with the mind stone so nothing would change the future. (Or they switch places after Tony shot him with a beam.) He probably already has manipulated himself with the memories of the events in A1 till this point, so, Thanos wouldn't get suspicious (or whoever watches Loki) or stuck himself in an illusion to fool himself.

And there is also the moment when he tells Tony that it was his plan to make the Avengers fight him together. As if he wanted to point this little detail out, so he can remember this later. Later after Thano's snap. Remember that they need to find Loki, cause he is the reason why the Avengers have assembled.

But why should Loki be ready to help them like that? When he should have manipulated his memory, he probably used a spell which would allow him to remember this events after something certain happens. And this trigger event is possibly the moment when he is strangled by Thanos. His future time travel self chose this moment because it would be the best moment. The perfect moment actually. Enough time to understand what has happend, what he has to do. Enough time for preparations. The perfect moment to make a dramatic entrance when he reunites with everyone after his tragic death.

Loki caught himself in a time loop. Because, it's the only way to make sure that everything turns out like it should. And that's why Strange sees only one future where they succeed. It's the one where Loki messes with time. In all the other futures, Loki did run away or wasn't visited by his future self. And that's also why Stark is so important for this one future. Cause they need him for all the tech stuff. Loki's future self could also know about the van on the roof with Scott in the quantum realm. He could have locked all this information in his past selfs memory, because... With Pym gone and Scott stuck in the quantum realm, no one knows that they have this opportunity except for someone from the future. And Tony is the only one who would be able to understand the quantum realm stuff. Loki probably also knows something about it since the Tesseract seems to work with quantum energy. (It's mentioned in Avengers 1.) I even would go that far to say that you can control the quantum realm with the Tesseract. And that's also a reason that they need to go back to A1 and get the Tesseract from Loki or at least some energy (I still have the theory that there are two Tesseracts and that they were working since A1 with a fake, because of this scenario) to be able to control their travels in the quantum realm. Maybe they can even enter the Soul World through the quantum realm and with the help of the Tesseract? And that's how they safe everyone?

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki friggason #marvel #mcu #tony stark #iron man #thor #thor odinson #dr strange #dr stephen strange #captain america #avengers #avengers assemble #avengers infinity war #avengers 4 #avengers 1 #avengers 3 #avengers 4 theory #avengers 1 theory #avengers theory #loki theory #avengers time travel #tony stark theory #it's only one time line #i should turn this into a fanfic #tom hiddleston #thor 1 #akikos shitpost