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wheresthelinesteve · 2 years

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you're telling me..... that the man who let his best friend beat him to a pulp. the man who dropped his shield. the man who welcomed dying at bucky's hands. the man who said "i'm with you til the end of the line". THAT MAN. left bucky for a woman he kissed once. left bucky for a woman who had a life. a woman who died peacefully wanting nothing more than for him to move on and be happy without her. FUCK endgame.

#avengers endame spoilers #avengers endgame #the avengers #avengers #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #the winter soldier #catws #anti endgame #stucky #endgame spoilers #fuck endgame

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narcissisticmf · 2 years

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gone | bucky barnes x fem!reader

description: after steve travels back in time to return the infinity stones and comes back his age, y/n rogers doesn't take it well. bucky is there to comfort her.

trigger warnings: avengers endgame spoilers, super soldier!reader, mentions of death, mentions of anxiety, mentions of depression, angst, mentions of trauma, foul language, etc. read at your own risk.

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Your sunken eyes watched as Steve was before the quantum machine, ready to return the infinity stones back to their respective timelines. Your heart palpitated aggressively, as though you'd combust in any given moment. Steve was your brother, the two of you had been through hell and back together especially after everything that's happened recently.

After Steve was pronounced dead, in 1945, you did everything you could to live out your life to make him proud. You took a dose of the serum, in hopes that you'd be able to live with a piece of him physically flooding through your veins. Shield took you in as an Avenger in training. They kept you young by holding you in a cryogenic stasis, similar to Bucky when he was held by Hydra. They did this to keep you more agile and strong on missions.

He was exchanging a goodbye with Bucky and something about it seemed rather strange, like it was a finale parting. You could see that in the way they clung to each other. Your eyes burned with tears, an uneasiness spread throughout your blood.

When he and Bucky parted, Steve made his way towards you. You stared up at him with a saddened expression that wiped over your face. "You better come back," You choked out through your tears, feeling them threaten to pour out of your eyes.

Steve pulled his lips into a thin line and looked down at you. He used his large hand to cup your face, giving you a gentle grin that spoke a thousand words, letting you know everything would be okay.

"Love you, kid," Steve mumbled.

You released a soft cry and wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest. Steve pressed a kiss to the top of your head and wrapped his large arms around your shoulders. You knew he wasn't coming back and there wasn't anything you could do to change his mind. Sam was rather optimistic, but even he knew Steve didn't want to miss the opportunity to have the life he's always wanted.

"I love you too," You pulled away, letting your hands still rest on his sides. Steve gave you a soft smile and parted away from you as you let your arms hang at your sides. You stood between Bucky and Sam as Steve started to walk up on the quantum machine.

"Ready, Cap?" Bruce asked and Steve nodded, "Alright, we'll meet you back here, okay?" Bruce asked as he stood behind the computer table.

"You bet,"" Steve nodded and tapped the side of his head to flip the helmet on over his face.

"How long is this gonna take?" Sam questioned.

"For him as long as he needs, for us, five seconds," Bruce responded. "Alright, going quantum.. three, two, one," Bruce pressed one of the buttons along the computer's panel which caused Steve to dissipate into thin air. You sucked in a soft breath as you stared at the machine the entire time, keeping Steve's picture in your mind as you gazed at it with tears in your eyes.

"And returning in five, four, three, two, one.." Bruce clicked another button, but Steve was nowhere in your line of sight. You and Sam exchanged confused gazes, while Bucky seemed to knew that would happen.

"Where is he?" Sam questioned.

"I don't know, he blew right by his timestamp, he should be here," Bruce mumbled as he tried to press a few other buttons.

"Well get him back," You choked, your voice shaking more nervously.

"I'm trying," Bruce stated flatly.

"Sam, Y/N/N.." Bucky called out as he stood facing the lake that was to the left of you. There sat a bench, with someone seated upon it. You flickered your gaze to Bucky and then they fell upon who sat on the bench, facing the water.

Sam walked around you, as you'd been stuck in pure shock. You hesitated before following them as they walked closer to the bench. You stood on Bucky's left side as Sam was on his right.

"Go ahead," Bucky spoke softly, turning his head to look at Sam. You breathed shakily as you watched Sam take the opportunity to walk towards the bench.

"I knew he'd do some stupid shit like this," You whispered through your tears, unable to hold them back. They fell from your eyes, burning the flesh of your cheeks as you let your tongue wet your bottom lip.

Bucky turned his gaze to look down at you. He took the opportunity to drape his metal arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug. You wasted no time to wrap your arms around his torso, resting your cheek against his chest as your eyes looked to Sam and an old, grey Steve Rogers. Bucky rested his chin atop your head, rubbing your shoulder softly. The cold metal of his arm was more soothing than you would've anticipated.

He didn't have to say anything to make you feel better, Bucky knew you ever since you were little and any moment you were upset, he'd give you the biggest hug in the world.

You watched as Steve handed the shield to Sam, bringing a gentle smile to your lips. You attempted to move closer to Bucky, but the space between you both was already gone; it still didn't seem close enough.

Using the back of your palm, you wiped the tears beneath your eyes and watched as Sam and Steve grasped hands. Bucky noticed and dipped his chin down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Steve said it's gonna be okay," Bucky whispered, rubbing your shoulder softly.

"He's all the family I have left," You shakily whispered, tasting your tears along the corners of your mouth.

Bucky breathed softly, staying silent for a moment. He used his right hand to brush some hair away from your eyes, "You always have me, doll."

You leaned your head slightly back and gave him a gentle grin through your tears. "Thank you, Buck," Your voice was soft and nothing more than a broken whisper.

"Of course," Bucky spoke quietly and let his eyes glance down at your lips. You seemed to notice and grew more nervous by the minute. He gently pressed his forehead against yours, the two of you fluttered your eyes shut and relaxed against one another's embrace.

"Take care of her, Buck," Steve appeared before the two of you, causing you to part slowly. You stared at your brother, seeing how much he changed. Your glossy eyes flickered down to his hand, seeing a golden ring.

You slowly parted from Bucky and wrapped your arms around Steve, holding yourself against his chest. He draped his arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Thank you for everything," You whispered softly into his chest, unsure if he heard it. Even if he didn't, there was much comfort in saying it out loud.

The Avengers Compound was quiet and everything seemed so dull without Tony, Nat and Steve. You'd been in Steve's room, packing up some things to take home. He died not long after he came back from returning the infinity stones. Your eyes burned with tears as you looked through his stuff. He had a few photos of you and Bucky along a small desk he had.

Releasing a soft breath, you rummaged through a couple drawers to grab any of his journals and photo albums. You gripped a small red, leather journal that you were certain Bucky would like to keep. You placed it onto the desk and kept looking through the drawers, finding an old photo album he had.

You pulled it out and took a seat on the bed, beside a half filled box. You flipped it open and looked through the photos he kept. Some of them were of you and him when you were little, others were of him and Bucky. The tears fell from your eyes rapidly, falling into the laminated pages.

"Steve, you bastard," You cursed under your breath, not wanting to cry as much as you had been. You were broken and torn into a million pieces. Steve was there for you when you needed him most, as you were there for him.

"Hey, you okay in here, doll?" Bucky knocked onto the wall frame of the door, stepping inside Steve's old room.

"No," You rubbed beneath your eyes, trying to rid the tears as much as you could. You closed the photo album and placed it into the box, pushing yourself off the bed.

"Doll, stop," Bucky walked towards you and held your forearms softly, looking you in the eyes. You breathed shakily and looked at him in response. "Take a break, go eat some lunch. You haven't eaten in three days, Y/N/N. Steve didn't want this for you. The only way we're going to get through this is together, okay?" You watched him as he spoke, how he was stern yet caring and sympathetic.

"I just miss him," You broke down, more tears falling rapidly.

"I know, I know," Bucky whispered and cupped your face down, pulling himself closer to you. "Steve told me to take care of you, remember?" You nodded in response, as more tears slipped down your cheeks. Bucky brushed them away softly with the back of his metal hand. "Take a break from this, I made you a sandwich. It's not much, but you need to eat. Steve wouldn't want this for you.. I don't want this for you. I'll take care of the rest of his stuff, okay? You go eat. And I'm not asking either," Bucky pressed a longing kiss to your cheek. You breathed out softly and relaxed against him.

"Thank you, Bucky," You whispered gently, parting from him slowly. Your hands were holding onto his triceps. Your fingers grazed against his metal arm, subconsciously.

"Sam's in the kitchen so you can eat with him, sweetheart," He spoke softly.

"I love you," Your tears fell again, stuck in your position you whimpered and felt your body vigorously shake. Bucky's eyes were now glossy and filled with hot tears as he wrapped his arms around your waist, causing you to drape your arms around his broad shoulders.

"Love you so much," He mumbled against your neck, pressing soft kisses into your skin. The feeling was pure bliss and allowed a strength, you hadn't know you were possessing, to blossom within the pit of your stomach. You were there for each other, both emotionally and physically.

There was nobody else you wanted to share your grief with.

a/n: hi, cuties!! so, my therapist inspired me to write about a character who struggles with both trauma and some form of depression/anxiety, so this is what i came up with and i’m really happy with the end result. i’ve been struggling a lot the past few weeks and writing is truly inspiring me again. i hope you all liked this and that it also helped you if you struggle with similar things. i love you all, dearly. be safe and, always, treat people with kindness. — angelina.

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puppy-coded · 3 years

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Wax Hands {T.S.}

Warning(s): Angst, fostering/adoption, some fluff, Tony dying, endgame spoilers, the Watts Family(murder but not detailed), a little fluff and a few happy moments

Word Count: 1612 words

Prompt(s): Tiny Hand in Big Hand, “I’m worried about you.”

Pairing: Dad!Tony Stark x Child!reader

A/N: This is for @depressed-barnes 300 follower celebration! Congratulations and thank you for letting me participate! I would have gotten this out sooner if my internet wasn’t out last night and for most of this morning. Anyway... Hope you enjoy!

Tony Stark, most famously known as the current co-owner of Stark Industries, which specializes in weapon manufacturing and shipping. Pepper Potts is Tony’s personal assistant and she realized that his public image is... not terrific. She encouraged him to adopt a dog or a cat, something that would make people think he had a heart.

Tony, being Tony, decides to become a foster parent. To a child. He applied, he did all his paperwork, he did everything to make sure he would get approved. About a month later he received a phone call about foster child placement. He got some basic information about a little 4 year old girl named (Y/N).

He painted your room a beautiful lavender, put in a nice, larger-than-any-four-year-old-needs bed, a large bookshelf, and a chest at the end of your bed with fluffy blankets and different stuffies.

When (Y/N) came into Tony’s care you were very shy but Tony was determined to get you to like him. He absolutely spoiled you. Eventually, after many late night talks over ice cream and chocolate milk, you loved Tony. They’d hang out almost everyday, shopping, talking, getting to know each other, laughing, making jokes, everything. Soon enough his image had turned. He headlined almost every time someone took a picture of you two together, usually accompanied by “He’s such a cute dad!” or something if a picture is posted online. Stark seemed to always be trending on Twitter because of this.

It suddenly stopped when he went missing for almost a full year. Pepper took care of little (Y/N) and… it was hard for the both of them.

One night (Y/N) comes into Pepper’s room, clutching a special bear that you had made with Tony at Build-A-Bear.

“Do you know where Tony is?” You asked sadly, climbing into your bed.

“I don’t (Y/N),” Pepper admits, wrapping your arms around the little girl.

“I want my daddy back!” You wailed, starting to sob into Pepper’s shoulder.

“I know,” Pepper said, stroking your hair. “I know.”

A week later he came back. The first thing he did, even before his press conference, was promise (Y/N) something.

“(Y/N),” He said, bending down to your level when you were still turned around.

“Daddy!” You screamed, jumping into his arms.

“Hey (N/N). Did you miss me?” He asked, keeping you in his unbroken arm.

“Mhm!”

“Well, I promise you that, once my arm gets all better, that I will spend a full week with you. Just you and me. How’s that sound?” He asked, he watched as your face slowly lit up.

You nodded your head enthusiastically and gave him another hug. He went into the press conference with a burger and was done after an hour. You didn’t know this until four months later but he signed the papers to formally adopt you. It took four months but you were his daughter now, though you both knew you always were.

True to his word, when his arm was better he took you out of state to an amusement park so he couldn’t be reached by his employees or be tempted to go home. It was nearing the end of the day and Tony said that you could do one more thing.

“What’s that?” You asked him, pointing to a wax hand station.

“Oh, it’s hot wax. You stick your hand in it, wait for it to dry, and they peel it off for you to take home,” Tony explained, already leading you to the stand.

You two had contemplated what you wanted and you both decided on peace signs. You went home with wax peace signs, a small one from you and a big one from him.

It became a tradition. Wax hands every time you get the chance. He once put his hand in like he was offering someone his hand and gave it to you so “Every time you want someone to hold your hand then I’m there for you.”

Soon enough, in almost the blink of an eye, you were starting high school. You haven’t really made friends since you switched schools to Midtown Science High School. You just kept your head down and learned as much as you could. Tony noticed that it was starting to affect you. While he encouraged you to make friends he also knew that it was hard.

You did well in school all four years, at the expense of your sleep and mental health of course. Your junior year was the roughest. You had been working on your semester project in Tony’s lab at around one in the morning when Tony came down.

“(Y/N), why are you still awake?” He asked with his arms crossed. He wasn’t mad, just a little worried.

“Project,” You simply stated.

“I’m worried about you. You’ve been doing this all week,” He told you. He only knew you had been because of Friday but still.

“Don’t be, I’m fine,” You tried. Tony only stared at you. “Fine, I’ll get some sleep,” You sighed after a staring contest that went on for way too long.

The next night you did the same thing while listening to a true crime podcast. The case of the Watts family came on and you listened to the entire episode until a really disturbing piece of information came on. You dropped your tools immediately and burst into Tony’s room, trying not to cry. You shook your dad up and he immediately went into a fighting stance, even if tiredly.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked.

“Can I sleep in here tonight…?” You asked, wiping your eyes. Tony nodded and scooted over.

“What happened?” He asked while you held his hand, your hands still small against his even at sixteen.

“I just realized that I love you and you’re my hero,” You said. “I don’t want to lose you ever.”

“You won’t until I’m old,” He said.

“Pepper, where’s Morgan?” You asked, looking for your little sister. Even though you two were sixteen years apart you still enjoyed hanging out and playing with each other.

“Er… I don’t know. But I’m looking for your dad too, have you seen him?” She asked you, putting her hands on her hips and sighing.

“They’re probably together,” You reasoned.

You found Morgan and Tony in the woods having a tea party.

“What!” You yelled out. “Morgan, you had a tea party and didn’t invite me?” You jokingly asked.

“It was a daddy-daughter-stuffie-mom’s mask tea party,” Tony informed you matter-of-factly with a boa and tiara on, sipping “tea” Morgan made.

“(Y/N)!” Morgan had instantly abandoned the tea party and gave you a hug. “Wanna play?”

“Of course! That’s why I was looking for you! Oh, and I also made cupcakes,” You told her, walking back toward the cabin.

“Yay!” She exclaimed.

You, Morgan, Pepper, and a boa clad Tony had eaten cupcakes and conversed in the kitchen. It was pretty nice.

You had stood with Peter, Morgan, and Harley at the funeral. It was at the lake behind your house. You could barely keep it together but felt like you had to for Morgan and Pepper.

After the funeral people talked with each other, people gave you their condolences, the world seemed bleak, all your accomplishments seemed pointless. Everything was off.

You went into the house and cried in the lab, his lab. All the technology your dad had seemed untouchable now even though you used it all the time. You were walking around when you saw a folder labeled “(Y/N)’s drawings”. You opened it and it was everything you ever drew or colored for him. They all had dates and what you said they were. The latest date was 11/3/10, according to you it was a dog while, in reality it was just a cow with skinny legs.

Now you just looked around for anything though you fully thought it was just the one folder. You opened a closet and it had boxes in it.

“(Y/N)’s Projects”

“(Y/N)’s Gifts to Me”

“(Y/N)’s Old Stuffies She Might Want One Day”

“Build-A-Bear w/ (Y/N)”

One box in particular caught your eye.

“Wax Hands w/ (Y/N)”

You took it out and it was every wax hand he’d ever made with you. Half hearts, peace signs, the hand he offered to you… You took it and went into your room. You put it on your desk and put you hand in it. Your hands still looked small compared to it. You smiled slightly and let the tears finally flow.

You missed him.

“You know, he had a program just for you too,” Peter said. You jumped and turned to him. “It was the Put It On The Fridge one. Every time you said something and he was proud of it he would tell F.R.I.D.A.Y to add it,” He told you before walking out. “I’m sorry for barging in and for your loss.”

That night you had been at your desk, trying to finish a paper, holding your dads wax hand and you were curious.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y… What’s everything (Y/N) has ever said that’s on the Put It On The Fridge program?” You asked up at your ceiling to the AI.

She showed you and it was smart things you said, sarcasm, awkward moments, bad things you’ve done and have admitted to doing. He was proud of you. For everything it seemed.

That night you went to bed knowing that.

You got peace for the first time in the last couple of months.

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i-do-it-for-the-gays · 2 years

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Whenever I start to feel like all I’ve ever done is make poor life choices I remind myself that no matter how poor the choice is… it’ll never be as poor a choice as Marvel’s decision to cast the Scarlett Johansson as the Black Widow, only to relegate her to witty side character with boobs who only got her moment to shine AFTER her character’s death 💁🏼‍♂️

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grimmsinn13 · 2 years

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Call me selfish, but I’d let half the population die if it meant we could have Nat back again. That shouldn’t have been her job, she deserved better than that.

I’d rather lose half the universe than lose her to saving it.

People talk about having the weight of the world on their shoulders, but she had the weight of the universe.

#call me selfish #marvel #avengers endame spoilers #mcufam #natasha romanoff #hawkeye #black widow #marvel mcu #the avengers #avengers endgame #infinity stones

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musingsofanunorgainizedmind · 3 years

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Top 10 Mishandled Ships (Clintasha : Clint/Natasha)

I will never forgive Whedon for this one. It’s such an obvious ship and it still baffles me that Whedon chose to make Natasha/Bruce canon over Natasha/Clint. Natasha and Clint had so much history and chemistry in the first Avengers film…and then Age of Ultron happened. Natasha’s weird speech about not being enough of a woman. The Bruce and Natasha romance. Clint having a surprise family. None of these choices added anything substantial to the story and instead only created an unnecessary barrier for better possible storylines. I do understand that men and women can have deep platonic friendships. In fact, I wish we saw more of that in television and film. But…why did it have to be Natasha and Clint? Why couldn’t it be Natasha and Bruce? Natasha and Steve? Natasha and Tony? That being said, I do appreciate that the Russo brothers put this relationship back in the forefront and had an entire plot-line dedicated to the love these two shared for each other. I didn’t love Natasha dying in regards to Natasha’s character arc, but Clintasha’s ending certainly could have been worse. I loved seeing Hawkeye references in the Black Widow film and I’m sure there will be plenty of Black Widow references in Hawkeye’s television series. There’s a lot to love about their canon relationship, but I’ll always be disappointed that it was never able to reach it’s full potential.

#marvel #marvel mcu #MCU #the avengers #age of ultron #avengers aou #avengers endgame #avengers endame spoilers #clintasha #clint barton #hawkeye #black widow #natasha romanoff

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the-angry-tired-lesbian-bitch · 4 years

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Steve/Peggy: *had one kiss literally 70 years ago and then both moved on with their lives*

Marvel: so cute, he would definitely abandon his life here, giving up better healthcare, equal rights and general quality of life to break up her marriage! 😍😍

Carol/ Maria: *live together, raise a child together, support each other are generally married*

Marvel: aww such a good friendship! Just gals being pals👭

Me:

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ars-de-elysium · 2 years

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Ok so I was really behind on watching Marvel Movies/Shows, so I’ve been working on catching up.

I just finished Avengers Endgame for the first time and your seriously telling me that Tony Starks 2 children never interact once? No absolutely amazing big brother Peter? Morgan Stark being the most chaotic little sister? They just don’t speak ever?

Peter Parker Stark never speaks to Morgan Stark at all? Tony Stark would be horrified.

#marvel #the avengers #avengers endgame #avengers endame spoilers #peter parker #morgan stark #tony stark #stark family #stark siblings #marvels avengers #marvel endgame #this is a crime #I WANT MY STARK SIBLINGS

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ds-sparrow-manufacturing-co · 3 years

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Nothing lasts forever.

(thanks to @investmentofmyheart, @suvikamahes98blr, @neversatisfiedwithlife, @thetrueihaveaname and @supercalafraga-existentialcrisis for facilitating my chaos)

#black widow #black widow spoilers #natasha romanoff #avengers endgame #avengers endame spoilers #mcu #gifset

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allthemarrowoflife · 3 years

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wait a damn second

you know how in endgame the ancient one from the other universe does that weird magic and pushes bruce's soul out of his body? and by that point him and hulk have sort of merged and now it's basically hulk's body and bruce's consciousness.

hulk and bruce are separate individuals, right? hulk has a separate consciousness and a separate personality (and i hated the fact that in endgame hulk's mind disappeared and was replaced by bruce's permanently, but let's not get into that)

so if bruce and hulk are separate people who happen to share the same body, that means that if a sorcerer did that weird "pushing your consciousness out of your body" thing on bruce before him and hulk were merged, they would both come out.

am i going crazy??? sorry i just love them both too much separately, let those two escape their shared body for like a few hours and sit together to talk through their issues and trauma and work to try and stop despising each other. please.

i'm like extremely close to writing a fic where this happens you guys have no idea

#bruce banner #hulk #the hulk #doctor banner #marvel #mcu #mcu hulk #mcu bruce banner #the incredible hulk #the avengers #avengers endame spoilers #avengers endgame #professor hulk #the ancient one #ancient one #doctor strange #stephen strange

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wheresthelinesteve · 2 years

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no offense but why did tony get this big ass funeral and a whole ending dedicated to him and what the fuck did nat get? i get it. she gets one later but. bullshit. she gets ONE FUCKING SCENE of clint and wanda being sad. bull. shit.

#natasha romanoff #nat romanoff #black widow #endgame spoilers #avengers endame spoilers #avengers endgame #anti endgame

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funko-jim-where-he-shouldnt-be · 2 years

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Funko Jim in the middle of Infinfity war and Endgame