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What The Stark Spangled F**k? Drabble- Chorus Girl


Summary- Once again Rori steals the show

Warnings- None

A/N- In honour of the Star Spangled Diva, and her Uncle Tony on their birthday, as requested by @icanfeelastormbrewing


“Oh Dad!” Emmy looked at Steve “Don’t give me that look.”

“What look?”

“Your Captains look…”

“I’m not…” he shook his head.

“You are, you’re doing it right now!”

Steve sighed “I just don’t see why you wanna go off like that? I mean you graduate in a few weeks-“

“I know!” Emmy said “And that’s why I wanna go. I’ve spent the last 3 years working so hard to get my major and…well, travelling for a few months, me and Pete thought it would be fun to see the world before we come back and settle down and…”

“Woah, woah, settled down?” Steve arched an eyebrow “You and Peter…”

“I mean into a job.” Emmy glared at him. “Although we might get an apartment together, I dunno, but…”

“Ok, Ok…” Steve held his hand up to stop her “We can discuss that later…I’m not…”

“You lived with Mom before you got married.” Emmy narrowed her eyes at him.

“Yeah but the difference is he was in his 90s…” Katie said as she walked into the room, gently placing Harry on the floor where he toddled over to his dad who was busy giving Katie a glare.

“That’s not what I was going to say.” Steve frowned, before he looked at Emmy “If you and Pete wanna get a place then…I’m not gonna stop you all I was saying is just don’t start making so many plans…take some time and just…I dunno, chill.”

Katie looked at him, then Emmy, then back again “Did you seriously tell your 21 year old daughter to chill?”

Steve looked at Katie who was wearing an amused smirk and he shook his head “All I was saying is there’s no rush, Em. Come back here, take a few months and if you still wanna go travelling then, go, of course. The world is a big place, I want you to see it…just maybe me and your mom want some time with you this summer.”

Emmy looked at him, then to her mom before she frowned “Were you planning something?”

Katie took a deep breath and looked at Steve before she sighed “It was gonna be a surprise, but it looks like they’re finally going to finish the house in Malibu in the next few weeks. When Jamie finishes school we were gonna head out there for the summer months, all of us and let everyone come visit. Pete’s more than welcome too, if you want. And Brooke”

At the last line Katie saw Steve stiffen a little before he recovered. He had nothing against Peter per-se, he was just still uncomfortable about the fact that his not-so-little girl was dating full stop. God help them the day Rori brought a boy home.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Emmy said, casting her eyes downwards.

“Hey…” Steve looked at her, even now after the fact she’d lived with them for 10 years she still had these moments. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. We just wanted to make your summer special. You’ve put so much hard work into the last 3 years Emmy, me and your Ma are so proud of you.”

“Thanks.” she said, looking at them. “And I’d like that…for us to spend the summer together.”

“Alright, then that’s settled…” Katie smiled “You can go travelling after, if you still want to, right Steve?”

Steve looked at Katie then Emmy and shrugged “Sure…”

“Ok, I’m gonna start-“ But before Katie could finish, there was a loud noise of singing as the door to the den down the hall flew open and the familiar sounds of “Star Spangled Man” hit their ears. Steve looked at Katie before he gave a groan as the sounds of their youngest Daughter singing it grew louder, and louder, before she burst into the lounge dressed in a pink bathing suit, a tutu and Jamie’s old plastic toy army helmet.

“Star Spangled Man with a plaaaaaaaan!” She sang, standing on the rug in the middle of the room, kicking her legs out to the beat as she sang, twirling around, marching on the spot, her signing continuing.

Katie looked at Emmy, the two of them stifling their laughter as much as they could as Steve dropped his hands to his hips and looked at Rori.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Your song!” she grinned “I saw you on the videos with the girls and stuff…you lifted a bike up, with your arms!”

“Yeah, ok…who showed them to you?” Steve looked at Rori and she grinned and he had a feeling he already knew the answer.

“Uncle Bucky and Uncle Sammy. We watched them last time I had a sleepover.”

“Course you did.” Steve groaned

“And Emmy rehearsed them with me…”

At that point Steve turned his eyes to Emmy who narrowed her eyes and looked at her little sister.

“Hey, don’t throw me under the bus Rori…”

“What bus?” Rori asked, frowning as she looked around “I don’t see no bus?”

“It’s a figure of…never mind, forget it.” Emmy chuckled.

At that point Jamie walked into the living room “Hey Dad, have you seen my-“

But what it was Steve might have seen he never found out, as Jamie trailed off and took in Rori’s outfit.

“What are you wearing?” he frowned.

“My Chorus girl outfit!” she grinned “I’ve been practicing…”

“Practicing for what?”

“Being a chorus girl, dur!” she rolled her eyes “Look…”

And once more she launched into that infernal song, including another rendition of the dance routine she’d learned. Jamie stood watching, mouth falling open and Steve couldn’t help but laugh at the scene in front of him. The perplexed look on Jamie’s face, Rori’s dancing and singing and Harry stood clapping and trying to join in with Stark adding the occasional bark for good measure.

“When I grow up I wanna be a chorus girl…” Rori said, as she finished, giving a final twirl.

“Do you?” Katie said, smiling before she looked at Steve and gave him a smirk. “Maybe we should have called her Lottie…”

“You had to bring that up?” Steve sighed, folding his arms and glaring at her.

Katie grinned as Rori looked at her “Lottie? Who’s Lottie…”

“An old friend of daddy’s…” Katie teased and Steve shook his head.

“I’ll kill Bucky for telling you that.”

“You told me yourself!” Katie snorted

“I never told you it was a chorus girl, or her name because you said you didn’t care.”

“I don’t care.” Katie shrugged, and Steve simply arched his eyebrow at her as she smirked at him and looked back at Rori who was now showing Harry how to kick his leg out in front of him. He tried to copy his sister and promptly wobbled and fell back on his diaper clad ass giving a loud yell of laughter, clapping his hands.

Jamie looked at him, then to Rori then turned to his parents, hands on his hips.

“I don’t want her around when Sebastian comes over…” he said, glaring at his dad then his mother, before jerking his thumb over his shoulder as he stalked out of the room “Where did you get her from?”

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happy fiftieth birthday, anthony ‘tony’ edward stark // iron man (may 29, 1970)

so if i were to wrap this up tight with a bow or whatever, i guess i’d say my armor was never a distraction or a hobby. it was a cocoon. and now, i’m a changed man. you can take away my house. all my tricks and toys. one thing you can’t take away… i am iron man.

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For SamBuckyBingo.
Square filled: Harry Potter AU



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Pairing: Sam x Bucky

Warning: My attempt at friendship pining

Word count: 1000 words


From all the other two houses he could chose, the boy he had made friends with had to be from Slytherin’s worst enemy.

A/N: I don’t know where this is going tbh. But, hey, the word count is beautiful ;)


As usual, Bucky’s eyes were once again attracted to the boy across him, two long tables separating them. That didn’t stop Bucky for looking though, his eyes were practically glued there, at one Gryffindor’s boy, Sam Wilson.

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I know everyone likes to latch on to the ‘Peter Parker is worthy of lifting Mjolnir’ headcanons…but friendly reminder that he canonically can’t do it because hes unwilling to kill even when it’s necessary-Mjolnir doesn’t follow our traditional ideals of a hero when its deeming who’s worthy, and as such, the willingness to kill when the situation requires it is one of the traits it looks for in a wielder. Peter is unworthy because he refuses to compromise his own morals-which isn’t a bad thing at all! It’s a really good trait to have! People just seem to forget that a lot.

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Originally posted by mcufam

request: Hi can I make a request? Scott Lang x team cap!reader where they get to know each other in the car ride during Civil War and during the fight 🤣 but like when they open the door like in the movie and he is like asleep and wakes up, the reader is like drooling on him and its funny? And after the home arrest at the end they go and visit him secretly because they escaped with the others. Sorry for my English ❤

summary: the civil war between the avengers may have bred a lot of tension and strife, but it brought you one good thing—scott lang.

words: 2432

warnings: none, it’s just fluff:))

a/n: scott is a literal angel bb; i got so into writing this imagine🥺🥺i hope you enjoy!!!!


You sit in the back of the white van, looking straight ahead at the back of Wanda’s head in front of you. Clint is driving, shoulders set stiffly, his knuckles white around the wheel. If you had to pick one word to describe the mood of the car, you would have to go with an obvious “silent.” Everyone seems grim—everyone except for Scott, who’s sitting next to you—so close, in fact, that you could feel him—

“Are you—vibrating?” you ask in disbelief, looking at him sideways.

“I—uh—you just talked to me?”


“Oh my god, wow, I definitely haven’t been waiting like years for this to happen, I mean look at you, you’re just—“

You’re full-on staring at him now, brow furrowed in confusion and amusement.

“Thanks—I think?”

“God, I just—I’m such a huge fan of yours. My daughter Cassie loves what you do, she can’t get enough of you on the news. ‘Record it, Daddy!’ she always says when you’re on, and I say, ‘Okay, peanut!’ because I want to watch you as much as she does, and—oh, lord, I’m making such a fool of myself, I’m sorry—“

“Hey, it’s okay! Just—take a breather,” you say, chuckling. “That’s—really flattering, actually. Very nice of you.”

“Oh, wow,” Scott says, and you can actually see him blush at your words. “Um, thanks—that means a lot.”

“Hey, I’ve heard of what you’ve done, too. Pretty amazing stuff,” you say, and his face practically glows.

“Aw, it’s nothing—I mean, compared to you, I’m just insignificant. Like an ant—okay, that was horrible,” he trails off. Once he sees you laughing at his unintended joke, he visibly relaxes and smiles along with you.

“You know, Scott,” you say, “I think the fact you were asked here is pretty telling of your abilities. They wouldn’t have wanted you to come if they didn’t think you were capable.” He looks down shyly, murmuring a thanks, and you grin at him. You’re beginning to get an idea of this man—adorable, dorky, determined with a heart of gold. He’s not too hard on the eyes, either.

“Hey, Scott, tell me some more about your daughter,” you say, and the two of you strike up a conversation.

At some point, Clint yells at the two of you to pipe down, muttering something about not being able to think over your laughter. Wanda just shoots you a smug look, raising her eyebrows suggestively. You roll your eyes at her, muttering “grumpy ol’ Clint” before turning back to Scott and talking at a reduced volume.


After some time, Scott notices you stifle a series of yawns. Your eyes start to droop, and he finds your slow blinks stupidly endearing. “Sleepy?” he asks softly.

You giggle, and he swears his heart bursts from how cute it is. “Yeah, a little. The car’s moving really smoothly and y—“ You trail off.


“It’s nothing, I just—I guess your voice is pretty soothing, too,” you say, and Scott clears his throat subconsciously.

“Uh, thanks! I mean, I think that’s what I should say—sorry, it’s—that’s really nice of you, thanks,” he stutters out, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pride. You smile at him before yawning again, covering your wide-open mouth with a hand he wishes he could hold. He doesn’t think he could ever work up the courage to do that, but your compliment makes him feel a little powerful. Adrenaline rushing through him, he opens his mouth to make an offer.

“Um, if you’re—y’know—tired, you could always, like, rest your head on my shoulder if you wanted? Of course, I’m not trying to force you or anything, but it might be more comfortable than the window. Or maybe not. But, uh, offer still sta—“ His rambling is cut off by your (very soft and nice-smelling) head softly landing on the offered shoulder. He stiffens at first, unsure of how to react, but eventually leans his head onto yours, feeling your hair brush against his cheek. He fully intends to stay awake to savor every single second of your presence, but your steady breathing, soft body, and comforting smell all but force him to drift softly into sleep.


The sound of voices outside the van rouses you, and you start when you remember you had fallen asleep on Scott shoulder. God, how embarrassing, you think, sitting up straight. To make matters worse, there’s a dark patch on Scott’s shoulder that makes your heart drop. You couldn’t possibly have—drooled on his shoulder, could you? Hopefully he won’t notice. Looking up, you realize that the two of you are alone in the van. He’s still asleep, leaning back onto the headrest. You’re about to gently shake him awake when the van door slams open, blinding your still-sleepy eyes with daylight.

Scott jumps, also startling awake. “What time zone is this?” he asks, and you laugh before hopping out of the van and realizing that standing in front of you is the rest of your team. You nod and wave at Steve, Sam, and Bucky—you had fought with them a few times before.

Scott rushes by you, exclaiming “Captain America!” and shaking the mentioned hero’s hand vigorously. His eyes are full of adoration as he continues, “It’s an honor! I’m shaking your hand too long—“ He steps back, an awkwardly adorable smile on his face as he clumsily introduces himself to everyone else. After introductions, it‘s time to get suited up, and the two of you walk side by side.

“Hey, uh, I’m sorry for—y’know,” you say, motioning to his still-damp shoulder.

“No, it’s okay—I don’t mind. My mom always used to say that drooling meant you were sleeping really well. So I’m glad you were comfortable,” he says, laughing.

“I most certainly was,” you answer, laughing with him.

“You were so calm meeting them, I mean, wow, that’s impressive! I know you’ve fought with them before, but I would still be losing my mind if I was anywhere near Cap,” he continues.

“They’re just like the rest of us,” you say. “Powerful, yes, but also imperfect people who need help. I’m just here to provide that help.”

“Wow,” Scott says, staring at you with doe eyes. “That’s something else.”

You just smile affectionately at him.


Scott is speechless for a full minute when he saw you in your fighting gear. Standing stock-still in shock, he manages out a “You—look—wow—even better in person,” and you grin.

“Not too bad yourself, Lang. It suits you,” you say, before chuckling. “Now it’s my turn to make a bad pun.”

Scott manages to quirk one side of his mouth up before Cap’s voice breaks him out of his daze—time to fight.

Punching and ducking and flipping, you manage to land quite a few hits for your team. You’re getting good feedback over the comms, and you continue to fight, maneuvering around the opposing Avengers fluidly. As focused as you are on fighting, you can’t help but notice how innovative and successful Scott’s tactics are. Plus, his commentary makes you chuckle more times than you’d care to admit. One time, he’d even used your shoulder for a running jump, and feeling his tiny feet as they pounded across you was definitely an interesting experience.

There comes a point in the fight where your team needs a little momentum, and Scott offers his help without hesitating.

“I got something kind of big, but I can’t hold it for long. On my signal, run like hell. If I tear myself in half—don’t come back for me,” he says.

“He’s gonna tear himself in half?” Bucky asks.

“You’re sure about this, Scott?” Steve adds.

“Scott, that doesn’t seem reasonable,” you say, trying to conceal some of the overpowering worry in your voice. “You could really get hurt.”

From your hiding place, you can see Scott look right in your direction. “I do it all the time,” he says. “Well, once—in a lab. Then I passed out.” You shake your head at him: this doesn’t sound at all good.

“Scott!” you cry, but he’s already running, repeating “I’mthe boss, I’m the boss,” in an apparent attempt to psych himself up. He jumps, landing on Rhodey’s back. In a split second, he’s the size of a building, towering over the airfield.

“Oh my god,” you murmur, staring up at him. Your attention is soon captured by Steve’s hand on your arm.

“We gotta get out of here!” He yells over the noise of the fight.

“We can’t leave Scott!” you screamed back, but Steve was already dragging you toward the exit. “Hey, are you hearing me?”

“He’ll be fine!” Steve says, gripping your arm tighter. “He’s smart; he’ll figure it out!” You hear the shot of Tony’s machine heading for the two of you and duck under a car, using the opportunity to pull free of Steve’s hand. Ignoring his calls after you, you break into a run, heading back to where Scott is being tangled up by the spider-kid.

“Scott, c’mon!” you shout through the comm. “Everyone’s home except for the two of us!”

“Y’know, I’d really like to, but this kid’s got me all tangled up,” Scott yells back. “This stuff is really sti—woah!” His giant form begins to topple, and you run instinctively, jumping and landing a hard hit on the teen—Peter, you thought.

“Sorry, kid,” you say. No hard feelings.” You turn your focus to Scott, who’s about to hit the ground. You can only pray he’s able to size down before he wrecks the whole place—and, very possibly, himself.

At the last possible moment, he shrinks to his normal height, hitting the ground with a thud that makes you wince. Without even thinking, you run to him and kneel down.

“Does anyone have any orange slices?” he quips, and in your utter relief, you wrap him in a tight hug. You notice that even after having fought, he smelled really, reallygood.

“Ow,” he muttered, and you pulled away.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I totally forgot—“ you stammered. “Did I hurt you at all?”

“No, no, it’s all good,” he said, falling back onto the ground. “It—felt really nice. I mean, yeah, you were pressing against some scrapes and all, but you, uh, well—it was—very nice.”

You sigh in relief before remembering that the two of you were very much in the middle of a battle zone. “We gotta get out of here,” you say. “Are you good to stand?”

“Probably,” Scott says, wincing. “Although I might need some help.”

“Get up here,” you say, standing and reaching a hand out to him. He manages to get upright, but limps a bit and seems generally stiff. You offer an arm to support him as the two of you run, definitely not paying attention to the defined muscles stretching under your hand. The two of you manage to make it to the quinjet, sprinting inside to safety as you dodge blasts from Tony and Rhodey’s suits.


An hour later, you’re sitting in the quinjet, dabbing some hydrogen peroxide on a cut on Scott’s cheek. You frown as you reach a particularly stubborn spot, shifting so that you draw closer to him, legs further intertwining with his. As you move the cotton gently towards his hairline, your eyes are drawn to his. You’re surprised to find that he’s gazing at you, expression soft and half-lidded in admiration. When he notices you look back, he gives you a shy smile, eyes crinkling up adorably.

“Thanks for helping me back there,” he whispers.

“You’re more than welcome. I couldn’t just leave you there. I was worried.”

“Wow, you—really? About lil ol’ me?”

You hum in affirmation, feeling your heart soar strangely in your throat as you take in the man in front of you. Leaning forward, you press a gentle kiss to his uninjured cheek and get the pleasure of seeing a rosy blush spread all the way down his neck. You reposition yourself so that you’re sitting next to him, placing your head on his shoulder a second time.

And when his hand finds yours, hesitant, searching, you can’t bring yourself to care about anything else.


You knock on the door, readjusting your dark glasses and ballcap as you wait for Scott to answer. Even though what you’re doing is probably illegal, you know how Scott values connection despite his awkwardness. You’ve taken the liberty of visiting him, bringing him snacks and little gifts and games you’d think he’d enjoy—and, hopefully, best of all—yourself.

You hear his footsteps nearing the door, crashing into something on the way followed by a subdued curse of pain. He’s still grimacing when your eyes meet his, but the expression quickly morphs into one of disbelief.

“W—what are you doing here!” he exclaims, looking equally floored and excited at your presence.

“Thought you might be a little lonely, so I thought I’d help,” you say, lifting up the bag of gifts and food.

“Well—wow—uh—please, come in.”

As you step inside, Scott whirls around the room, adjusting small objects and not-so-small messes as he does do. “Gosh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know anyone was coming. Especially you! I mean, I would have, y’know, actually cleaned up if I’d known—“ He looks at you sheepishly, but you just smile.

“I think it’s perfect, Scott. Now what say we have a look at what I broughtcha, huh?”

He rummages through the bag with the eagerness of a child, and you watch him affectionately exclaim at each new thing he finds. When he reaches the last object, he looks up at you in complete awe.

“Thank you! I—uh—I don’t know what to say,” he says.

“Hey, it’s my pleasure,” you say, beaming at him.

“Um—do you, uh, have anywhere else to go today?” Scott asks, not meeting your eyes.

“Hmm—not that I can think of,” you reply, grinning.

“Would you like to—well, y’know—hang out some? We can try to make a dent in all this food,” he says, voice adorably unsure and excited all at once.

“I’d love that,” you say.

Later that night, he somehow works up the courage to kiss you on the couch while you watch a movie. It’s soft, reverent almost, and he places his forehead on yours afterwards, eyes closed in bliss, awestruck breath coming in the form of a barely-there giggle.

“You’re amazing,” he says, and you assure him you feel the same with another series of short, soft kisses.

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The Asgardians aren’t stupid. Sure, they are bashfull and prefer to act rather than think, and sometimes they might be slow on the uptake, but they are not stupid. It took them all of 2 weeks to notice that something was wrong with Odin. (Except for Heimdall - but he knows all and sees all and has always prefered Loki’s chaos to Odin’s simplemindedness)

The first one to notice was Heiðr (that’s a lie, the first one was Heimdall, but according to the people of Asgard he is the Watcher so it doesn’t count). Heiðr was a friend of Frigga, and a sometimes teacher of Loki. She was a seeress, and tried to teach him divination - tried, because to accurately predict even the weather, you need to be the eye of the storm, and Loki was anything but. He was chaos, and mischief, and couldn’t stay still. (It was an acknowledged fact of the Nine Realms, that a still Loki was not a good sign. A still Loki was either followed by a great prank, or someone dying…usually both and usually in that order) It happened during a council meeting, where Odin was unusually restless, that Heiðr noticed it. He walked the same, talked the same but there was someting about his mannerism, that she just couldn’t pinpoint. So she watched and took notice of his every step. When it finally clicked, she had to excuse herself, and laugh for a good 5 minutes.

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Summary: Wanda babysits Viv when she has a cold.

Ao3 link:

After their big step, Wanda and Vision entered a sort of post-lovemaking honeymoon period. They got quite giggly around each other, often prompting Viv to give them one of her ‘grown-ups are weird’ looks. They were less shy about being physically affectionate with each other, stealing extra kisses and gentle touches.

Once or twice, their visits to Wanda’s apartment after her art class may have ended up involving a little less clothes than they had before, and sometimes, seeing as Vision was a little less experienced than Wanda was, she would, well, teach him things. But unlike any of the other men Wanda had been with, Vision actually listened, as eager to satisfy her as he was to find his own pleasure.. Perhaps even more so.

Otherwise, nothing really changed much. Wanda caught up with Vision for lunch a few times a week, stayed with he and Viv on weekends. The couple had found and settled into their normal, and they were happy.

In fact, Wanda was just about happier than she had ever been in her life.

One weekday morning, probably a week or two before Father’s Day, Wanda received a call from Vision, which she quickly answered. He sounded a little flustered.

“H-Hello, Wanda..”

“Hey, Vizh” Wanda frowned, swallowing a mouthful of cereal. “Is something wrong?”

“No.. well, maybe. You’re off work today, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.. Why?”

“Vivian has come down with a slight cold. Nothing serious, but bad enough that I can’t send her to school. Could you come by and mind her? It would just be for a few hours.. I have a party this morning and it’s much too late to cancel, and then a meeting about another that I probably shouldn’t miss..”

“Sure” Wanda finished her cereal, taking the bowl to the sink to rinse it. She had planned to work on a project for her art class today, but there was no reason why she couldn’t take her art supplies with her and work at Vision’s house. “I can be there in about fifteen minutes, is that okay?”

“That is perfect. You are perfect. Thank you, I love you so much!”

“I love you too, Vizh. See you soon.” Wanda smiled softly as she hung up. Even though she had heard it quite a few times now, she still got a little thrill whenever Vision told her he loved her.

Vision, already dressed in his hero gear, raced out the door almost as soon as Wanda arrived, stopping just long enough to steal a quick kiss.

“Thank you so much for this” He told her quickly. “Viv’s tucked up on the sofa, she can watch as much TV as she likes while she’s ill, and there’s chicken soup in the kitchen for her lunch. Help yourself to anything, anything at all. I’ll only be gone a few hours, I promise..”

Wanda chuckled, silencing him with another quick kiss.

“Take all the time you need Vizh, Viv and I will be fine. Now go, or you’ll be late.”

“Right. Thank you again.. I love you!” He rushed to the car, his cape streaming behind him.

“I love you too!” Wanda laughed, waiting until the car was out of sight before she headed inside.

Her heart immediately melted at the sight of poor sick little Viv on the sofa, still in her pyjamas, a blanket around her shoulders and Rocket Raccoon in her arms. A box of tissues sat beside her. Despite her illness, the little girl’s eyes lit up when she saw Wanda.

“Hi, Wanda” Viv smiled, sniffling a little.

“Hello, Fata Dulce.” Wanda gently ruffled her hair after setting down her bag. “Your Daddy asked me to come look after you for a bit. I hear you have a little rece.. That means 'cold’.”

“Uh-huh” Viv nodded. “Daddy said I can watch as much TV as I want while I’m sick!”

“I know” Wanda sat beside her, gathering some of her supplies from her bag. “I’m going to do a bit of work for my art class, but if you need anything, you let me know, okay?”


Wanda had fully intended to work on her art class project.. something to do with light and shade and negative space. But her muse, apparently, had other ideas. She had given into said muse so completely that it was nearly an hour later before Wanda realised that, rather than colour and shade and negative space, she’d ended up with a sketch of Viv snuggled on the couch, drawn with some of her favourite watercolour pencils. And although it was not at all what she was supposed to be doing, Wanda couldn’t help smiling at the end result.

She left the sketch when she went to fetch Viv’s chicken soup a short while later, and returned to find the little girl staring at it, somewhat awed.

“Wanda, why’d you draw me for your art class?”

“I didn’t” Wanda chuckled, handing Viv her soup on a small tray. “Not really..”

“But you said..” Viv was confused.

“I know, and I was supposed to be drawing something for art class, but my muse made me draw you instead.”

“Oh..” Viv sipped her soup, sniffling again. “Wanda?”

“Yes, Fata dulce?”

“What’s a muse?”

“A muse is where someone’s inspiration comes from” Wanda explained. “Your Daddy probably has one for writing.”

“Daddy writes lots more now.”

“Does he?” Wanda smirked.

“Mmhm..” Viv looked at the sketch again. “That’s a real pretty drawing, Wanda. Can I keep it to give to Daddy on Father’s Day?”

“Of course” Wanda smiled, quite touched. “How about I hang on to it for you until then? I might even be able to find a nice frame to put it in.”

“Yeah!” Viv nodded eagerly. “Now I just got to get a card, and maybe something little from the Father’s Day Stall at school next week..”

“I remember those” Wanda thought for a moment, chuckling, then reached for her bag to dig in her purse, pulling out a ten-dollar bill and handed it to Viv. “Take this and get him something nice from both of us.” It didn’t occur to her that giving Viv Father’s day money was a very motherly task.

“Really?” Viv’s eyes lit up.

“Really. But first, you have to eat your soup so you can feel better.”

“Okay, Wanda.”

As Viv happily ate her chicken soup, Wanda slipped the sketch into a plastic sleeve to safely transport it home. She had another couple of hours before Vision was due to return.. Plenty of time to get stuck back into her art project, if she wanted.

Instead, she found herself shuffling closer to Viv on the sofa, draping an arm around the little girl’s shoulders. Negative space could wait.

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The man who changed our lives. Who always made us laugh. Who was more than just his suit. Who we love and miss 3000 ❤️💛

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