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sweatylighthideout · 2 days ago
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Guys! This arrow is by PYM TECH. 😃
Means now after Tony , DR.Hank Pym is providing avengers. 😅😁, This gonna be interesting.
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tastetherambeau · a month ago
Can’t Take the Heat - Restaurant AU (Chef!Wanda x Server!Reader)
Gif creds @thekatebishops
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Summary: Wanda and Steve own the hottest restaurant in New York and you have been lucky enough to work there with all of your friends. When tragedy strikes, a bond blooms between you and Wanda… (I suck at summaries lol)
Chapter One: Vira AO3
Chapter Two: Good Grief
Chapter Three: Iron Man
Chapter Four: A Perfect Day for Dog Sh*t
Chapter Five: Guess Who’s Back, Back Again
Chapter Six: ily 3000
Chapter Seven: Bite Me
Chapter Eight: The Force Awakens
Chapter Nine: Love/Hate
Chapter Ten: The End
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hermyohkneegranger · 2 months ago
What I imagine Coulson and Scott meeting to go like…
Hope: Um…
Bucky: Uhh. You guys do know I’m dating Steve, right?
Steve: Yeah…I’m not gonna break up with Bucky for either of you…
Tony: Shhh. I wanna see how this plays out. JARVIS, get me some popcorn.
Shuri: *gets a camera* This is gonna go straight to YouTube. Civil War Part Two.
Later on…
Tony: Hey, Pep. Why’s no one fighting over me?
Peter: I’d fight for you, Mr. Stark. Just not over you.
Tony: *tears in eyes* Aww, kid. 🥺
Pepper: He isn’t worth it, Peter.
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wandaloki · 4 months ago
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I hate to break this to the “romance is unnecessary” people but I think that’s gonna be the mcu’s ‘thing’ in phase 4
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iamnojedi2004 · 2 months ago
It's twice now that Pym and his fam wrecked their planet
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incorrectantfam · 2 months ago
Scott: If we got all the cats in the world to meow at once, how loud would it be?
Hope: The average cat meow is 65/75dB. There are about 2 billion cats in the world. So, 130 to 150 dB, which is about 100 million jets all taking off at once.
Scott: Cat-astrophically loud
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star-fettish17 · 3 months ago
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Evangeline Lilly
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arcemo17 · 9 months ago
Pepper: My daughter aces her math tests!
Hope: Well, my daughter aces all her tests.
Pepper: Morgan is so kind, her peers love her.
Hope: Cassie is loved by her peers and her teachers!
Wanda, from a distance: I’m going to be lucky if my sons don’t grow up to be mass murderers...
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tastetherambeau · a month ago
Can’t Take the Heat
Restaurant AU- Chef!Wanda x Server!Reader
Series Masterlist
A/N: INTRODUCING TONY STANK!! I like this chapter a lot, but chapter 4 is my favorite so stay tuned lol. So school is about to pick up for me so I’ll need to only do one release a week on Fridays. I wrote my first Natasha x reader fic that you should check out if you’re into that. Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy :)
Chapter Three: Iron Man
The restaurant isn’t the same without Wanda and it wasn’t just because there was a boisterous man in a bold, red chef’s coat and bright yellow crocs singing along loudly to “Back in Black” in the kitchen.
In Wanda’s absence, Steve hired Tony Stark to temporarily take her place. Tony was more well known on the West coast for his creative takes on Italian originals. While Vira was known for its Eastern European food, you still served cuisines from all over. Natasha wasn’t thrilled with the choice of replacement, but she was familiar with his cooking and she knew he was one of the best.
You didn’t mind Tony. After the previous weekend, your team could use all the cheering up they could get and Tony delivered. Tony breathed life back into the kitchen of Vira with his sarcastic jokes, playful banter and his obnoxiously loud rock music during dinner prep.
“Hey kid,” you begin to look around wondering if Tony is talking to you. He nods as if he can read your mind.
“Yes, Chef?” You say walking towards his station. An aromatic pot full of a boiling liquid sits between the two of you.
The playful man hops on the counter, you try to ignore how unsanitary that is. “Please, call me Tony,”
Almost as if it were planned Sam shouted, “I don’t know about all of that. The last time she called a chef by their first name it didn’t end so well!” The entire kitchen burst into a fit of laughter and you were pissed.
Sam had no right to bring up what happened with Wanda, “shut the fuck up,” you shout with your hands balled into a fist by your side. You were protective of the Sokovian chef, especially in her time of grief.
Sam raised his hands in mock surrender as all of the laughter completely died down.
Tony is fanning himself with a towel, “whew, it’s getting a little hot in here,” he says looking in your direction. You don’t even crack a smile.
“Did you need something?”
“I just wanted to know your name. I’m trying to learn everyone’s name so I don’t refer to you as server number one or number two and so on and so forth.”
“Y/N,” he exaggerates his mouth movement as he pronounces the name, “simple enough but I’m gonna call you hot potato.” Tony has a satisfied grin on his face as he hops off the counter and continues to stir the pot, literally and figuratively.
“I thought the whole point of learning my name was so you didn’t have to call me something stupid,” you say rolling your eyes, still annoyed with Sam and now the man in front of you.
“Well my dear, that was before you gave me the idea,” he pats you on the back and moves to glide around the kitchen, subtly dancing to “Thank You,” by Led Zeppelin.
You shake your head and head out toward the bar. You weren’t as busy on Tuesday nights as you were on the weekends, so you had time to talk with your friends.
Monica and Hope are staring through the kitchen window in wonder and amusement as they watch Tony use a whisk to lip sync.
“Hey Y/N, what do you think of the new guy?” Scott Lang says, leaning his elbows on the bar after setting a guest’s drink down.
“I think he’s a pompous ass who needs to be humbled,” you say with a grimace. You look up and realize your friends are staring at you blankly.
“I agree with Y/N, he’s doing too much,” Okoye says, making herself known in the conversation she seemed too good for.  
“Oh come on guys, I think he’s fun!” Carol says while stabbing a drink ticket and placing her table’s glasses on a tray.
“Yeah, Y/N, he’s just trying to be a beacon of light in the darkness yeah?” The new bartender, Loki’s brother Thor says, introspectively. You feel like he doesn’t have a say because he hasn’t worked here for long so he barely knows anything about the atmosphere at Vira.
You roll your eyes and move to go check on your tables. Shortly after you leave the bar area, Stephen, is shooing your friends away from the bar, “this isn’t social hour!”
You were counting down the hours til the end of your shift. You had every Wednesday off while your roommates didn’t, so you had the entire apartment to yourself. Wednesdays were the days for you to lie in bed watching Netflix all day. Only leaving your cozy spot to pee or get some food. You were at Vira six days a week, those student loans can’t pay themselves.
Once you were cut you changed out of your white button up shirt and black slacks and into jeans and a band tee. You almost immediately regret wearing your Fleetwood Mac Tee, you just knew Tony would have something to say. You avoid him for as long as possible, ducking behind random customers at the bar.
While sipping on your drink of choice, you decided that your day off the following day would be best spent checking on Wanda instead of watching Netflix in bed, but you didn’t want to overstep. You walk to Wanda and Steve’s shared office and you see the handsome blonde going over your food sales and inventory.
“Hey boss, you got a minute?”
Steve sets his stack of papers down and gestures toward the open seat across from his, “please.”
“I was wondering if you could give me Chef’s address? I feel really bad about the other day and I want to go see her on my day off tomorrow. I just want to make sure she’s not alone right now.”
“Y/N I think that’s very thoughtful of you. Here,”
Steve grabs a Sticky Note and jots down a messy address, “I’m also gonna give you the door code so you can go straight up. I can’t promise she’ll open her door, though.” He continues writing with a chuckle before handing you the yellow piece of paper.
“Thank you so much. Are you sure it’s okay if I just pop up at her apartment?”
“Oh yeah, me and Nat do it all the time. I honestly don’t think she’d interact with anyone otherwise. The doorman’s name is Paul, he’s the sweetest guy. I’ll let him know tonight that you’re planning on dropping by.”
“I really appreciate this Steve,” you say as you begin standing up.
“I can tell you really care about her,” he gives you a knowing smile.
You walk towards the door, “I really do,” you say with a nod as you try to exit the office but a voice stops you.
“Oh Y/N, I almost forgot,” he moves to stand up to meet you at the door, this must be sensitive information. You assume about the Chef. “Wanda doesn’t exactly know about Tony yet, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention it to her,” he says with soft eyes.
You throw out a, “You got it, Boss,” and leave the office. You don’t feel great about having to lie to the Chef, but maybe work won’t even come up.
Once both Bucky and Monica are cut you prepare to escape, unnoticed by Tony. You smile triumphantly before downing the last of your drink and heading out the front door. You almost cross the threshold when you hear, “Hot potato!” You drop your head, freezing in your spot.
“You almost slipped out on me, here. I made you something to enjoy on your day off tomorrow,” he hands you a quart container of what appears to be soup.
“Wow Tony, I don’t know what to say. Thanks I guess,” You say sincerely confused.
“Anytime Hot Potato, and hey,” he leans in playfully, “nice t-shirt, didn’t know you were a middle-aged woman.”
“Aaanddd you ruined it,” you say swiftly exiting the restaurant, followed by the sound of Tony’s laughter as you walk down the street.
You wake up the next morning anxious about your plans to see the Chef today. You don’t know what you’ll be walking into when you go see Wanda. Will she be happy to see you or will she slam the door in your face? You begin to get ready before heading out to grab breakfast for you and Wanda. You figure she wouldn’t be in much of a mood to cook, so you decide on crepes from a little bakery on your street that she’s told you about before. You put on a simple jeans and tee shirt combo with a hoodie, you don't want to look too nice. You give yourself a good once over then you grab your tote and head out.
One you’ve got your food and drinks in tow, you approach the luxurious apartment in the borough over from yours. You reach your hand to buzz in when you suddenly hear a click and the large door is opening.
Once you’re inside you stop your jaw from dropping as you take in your surroundings.
There was a smooth mahogany wood desk that you are almost sure is taller than you. The intricate tile floors, the glistening chandelier, you couldn’t imagine Wanda living in such a nice place. She seemed more like the quaint, studio apartment type.
The nicely dressed older man who had let you into the building is smiling as he watches you admire the nice building, “You must be Y/N, Mr. Rogers told me you’d be dropping by today!”
“Hi, Paul, nice to meet you,” you tuck the bag of food under the arm that’s holding the drink tray and reach out to shake the older man’s hand.
“Ms. Maximoff is on the 8th floor, then you’ll hit a left right off the elevator and her apartment is right there.”
“Thank you so much Paul,” you say as the elevator dings to signal its arrival.
You begin to fidget nervously with your hands once you’re inside the elevator. What if the chef hates surprises? What if she takes your crepes and turns you away? Your breath catches as the elevator comes to a halt. Following Paul’s directions you hit a left and you’re met with a scarlet door. You readjust the items you’re holding once more and raise a fist to knock. You hear movement on the other side and you’re fighting every alarm inside of you telling you to just run away. Before you can bolt the door swings open to reveal,
“Y/N, what are you doing here,” The redhead is wrapped in a black silk robe, her silk sleeping shorts peeking out from underneath. But based on the way she’s clinging to the tops of the robe to keep it closed, you know she has no top on. Her hair also seems to be a little rustled. I guess Natasha and the Chef were closer than you thought.
“I-I just came to bring Chef some breakfast and uh check in on her,” you say, holding out the food and drinks so you can make a clean getaway.
The redhead stares at your extended arms, “that’s nice. Well come on in,” she backs up and widens the door so you can enter. You take in your surroundings and notice shoes on a rack by the door, so you begin removing your own.
“I’ll go get Wanda,” Nat disappears into the room at the end of the hall. You’re not quite sure what to do so you head towards the room that appears to be the kitchen. Wanda’s apartment is simple and quaint, but the kitchen. The kitchen is magnificent. You’ve never seen so much counter space in a New York apartment before. The stainless steel fridge was huge and there were so many appliances you wanted to try out for yourself one day. She even has a pasta maker!
You set the goodies down on the table and begin to take the crepes you got for Wanda out of the bag, but didn’t open anything. You didn’t want to assume you’d be eating breakfast with her.
“She’ll be out in a minute,” Natasha says, sneaking up on you. You swear she makes no sounds when she moves. The redhead has replaced her robe with a tee shirt.
“Uh, thanks. I’m sorry I didn’t bring you anything. If I’d known you’d be here I would’ve,” you say awkwardly.
“Wanda and I aren’t sleeping together if that’s what you think,” Nat says with a subtle smirk and a glint in her eyes.
“Oh no, no of course not. I-I didn’t think you two were--”
“It’s okay, I would’ve thought the same thing. I’m just here to make sure she doesn’t do anything too extreme, but she seems to be getting better.”
“I am better. I do not know why you insist on babysitting me,” you hear a groggy voice add.
You turn to see Wanda enter the kitchen and your breath is taken away. She is in a baggy tee shirt that almost reaches her knees, you’d be willing to bet it belonged to her brother. Her hair is tousled but still looks like it was professionally styled this morning. Her eyes look raw, as if she hadn’t stopped crying since Sunday, but there’s a small smile playing on her face.
“Good morning, Chef,” you say nervously. Wanda’s face falls when she hears the formal name.
“I’m so sorry about the other day, Y/N. You can call me Wanda.” Wanda says approaching her kitchen table, “what do we have here?” She says taking in the display of takeout boxes.
“Uh, I stopped by Puglia’s and got you a crepe and some coffee. I didn’t know if you got up early or not so I’m sorry if you’ve already eaten.”
“I actually just woke up. This is so thoughtful of you, did you bring any for yourself?”
“Yeah, but I can just eat it at home, I don’t wanna bother you guys,” you say, glancing at Natasha who’s sipping on a cup of tea.
“Please, eat with me, I’d really enjoy the company,” she says with a soft smile.
“Oh and what about my company?” Natasha says playfully.
“I’m tired of your company. Especially because you snore and I can hear it from a room away!”
You try to hide your smile and sigh of relief when the auburn haired Chef confirms that they sleep in separate beds.
Natasha gives Wanda a playful hit on the shoulder, “oh shut up, you love me.”
You watch the two women interact in awe. Before this past weekend, you had no idea just how close Wanda was with Natasha. You thought they were just coworkers, acquaintances at most.
Natasha gives Wanda a smirk that only she would understand and says, “I’ll leave you two to it. Good to see you, Y/N.” The sultry redhead goes back to what you assume is the guest room and leaves you and Wanda to talk amongst yourselves.
Wanda directed you around her kitchen as you insisted on getting breakfast unpacked and ready to eat. You grab plates and utensils for the two of you and you begin placing Wanda’s food on the plate.
“I can’t remember the last time someone served me food,” Wanda says with a sad smile.
“You deserve it Che—Wanda, you do so much for other people. Your food doesn’t just feed hungry stomachs, it feels their souls,” you shake your head, you get carried away. But you just wanted Wanda to see her value.
“Y/N,” Wanda says in an uneven voice, placing her hands on the table to ground herself. “I don’t understand why you’re being so kind to me. I was horrible to you. I really don’t deserve your kindness,” she says, shaking her head.
“Wanda, you’ve been through something unimaginable. I think any reaction is more than warranted. I didn’t take it personally, I know you didn’t mean any harm,” You try and fail to say with no feeling in your voice
Wanda grimaces as she realizes just how much she has affected you
“But that’s the thing, I intended on hurting you. I wanted to make you feel just as shitty as I did and that was not right, I’m sorry” Wanda says in a sad, soft tone.
You place both crepes on a plate and hold them both out, “are you feeling sweet or savory this morning?”
Wanda looks at you, wondering if you meant to ignore her apology, “Sweet I guess,” she says, reaching for the crepe covered in fruit and whip cream.
“Good choice,” you say with a smile. You secretly were hoping she’d pick the sweet one because you love a good savory crepe.
You sit down in the chair opposite of her and begin to dig into your meal. The two of you eat in silence for a little while, but there’s an elephant in the room.
“You aren’t obligated to forgive me,” Wanda says out of nowhere, slightly startling you, “I have no right to ask for your forgiveness. You don’t owe it to me, but I just need to know that you know I’m sorry.”
“Wanda, of course you’re forgiven,” you say, reaching across the table to touch your hand. You move to pull it back, but she places her other hand on top of yours to stop you. “I haven’t said so yet, but I’m really very sorry about your brother,” your voice is quivering slightly.
She gives your hand an affectionate squeeze, “Thank you, Y/N, I appreciate that, you. I appreciate you and all you’ve done.” she places her fork down signaling she’s done eating. You move to clear your plates but she stops you. “You don’t have to clean, I can get this later.”
“I insist, you just relax,” you move towards the sink to start washing the dishes.
“Y/N, no. Steve and Natasha haven’t let me lift a finger all week. Let me do something,” she pleads, her hand trying to pry the plates from your hands.
You look into the older woman’s eyes, “fine. I wash, you dry.”
She gives a victorious smile and a soft thank you.
Once the two of you finish the dishes, the Sokovian invites you to hangout with her on the couch. While doing the dishes, the two of you talked about random topics. You made a point to avoid talking about the chef that took her place this week.
The two of you were on opposite ends of the couch, feet curled under yoursleves, slowly sipping your coffee. Something was weighing heavily on you, but you didn’t want to bring up Wanda’s brother again. You can only imagine how deep every mention of him cuts.
Your thoughts are interrupted by Wanda’s voice, “What’s got you so troubled,” Wanda says before taking a sip of her coffee.
“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for not making you leave the room to take the call. I knew it was sensitive information and I handed you the phone in front of everyone,” you hadn’t realized how much you’d been internally beating yourself up about it until you said it out loud.
“Y/N No. You did everything right. I should have left on my own, but I panicked and did the only thing I knew how to do at that moment,” she seems embarrassed as she remembers her destructive blow up in the kitchen during service. “I also wanted to thank you for helping me in the walk-in. I thought I was going to pass out and you brought me back.”
You listened to the woman’s words intently and instinctively reached out for the chef’s hand, “I understand that and of course. I used to have panic attacks all the time so I recognized the signs. Are you alright though? I meant to check on you since then, but I only had your cell number and I thought it would be inappropriate to use it for personal matters.”
“Oh Y/N, you can use my number any time, I mean it,” she says firmly. Your stomach flutters at her earnestness. “But I’m better now. I took a day to process and get everything arranged for him. I had Pi-Pietro,” she chokes out, “cremated and now he sits in my closet, I’m not sure where I want to put him yet. Natasha got all of his possessions taken care of and Steve called his landlord and friends in San Francisco.”
“I’m so glad Nat and Steve have been there for you. Like I said, I wanted to be there for you too but I didn’t know how,”
“You’ve done more than enough Y/N,” she’s staring at you with a look you can’t quite decipher. Her hand is still wrapped tightly in yours.
The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment before you decide to break it, “Could you tell me more about him? I-I mean only if that’s okay with you.”
A sad smile graced her lips, “Of course, what do you want to know?”
Chapter Four
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funnyincorrectmcu · 11 months ago
Hope: Whatever you’re thinking right now, stop it.  Scott: What??  Hope: You always make that face whenever you’re about to say something super stupid just to piss me off. So cut it out-- Scott: You’re the best fighter I’ve ever met and I’m lucky to have you as a partner.  Hope: … Scott: Also cereal qualifies as soup.  Hope: SEE I FUCKING KNEW IT--
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djarinslover · 2 months ago
“Do you guys just not have horror movies in Wakanda?”
“We don’t need them. We have American reality shows.”
Daaaaaaamn, Okoye! I love her so much omfg
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incorrectantfam · 2 months ago
Scott: I can never tell if you’re flirting with me or trying to insult me
Hope: If it makes you feel any better, neither do I
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justeverythingmarvel · 3 months ago
Hope [talking through some Important Questions before marriage]: What would you do if our kid was gay?
Scott: I would love and support them no matter what, because they’re our baby.
Hope: Okay good
Scott: I have a question too.
Hope: Okay?
Scott: What would you do if our kid was like this big 🤏🏼 and you had to carry them around like Stewart Little and hold them in a cup whenever you drive
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