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#phase one: avengers
marvellousgifs · 11 months
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Loki Laufeyson in THE AVENGERS (2012)
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imrandymeeks · 22 days
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Avengers: Hawkeye & Nick Fury
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oldtvandcomics · 9 months
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Fuck this. I just wish that stories were allowed to END, you know. No spontaneous seasons added on. No cliffhangers in the hope that the streaming service doesn’t cancel the whole show anyway. No hints of future movies in the ones that are supposed to finish off a story arc. No talks of actors coming back. No dragging up stories that were finished and done with over a decade ago and give them yet another movie.
I’m so tired.
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trivalentlinks · 3 months
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so on my flights yesterday i ended up reading a bunch of old (bruce/tony) avengers (2012) fic that i had saved on my kindle and gosh, i wish people still wrote avengers (2012) fic,
doesn't even have to be shippy, i just loved the old fics where the characters actually liked each other and were kind and considerate to each other,
and like, they weren't that way in canon, even back then, but at least MCU Phase One ended on a note where you could plausibly believe that they all made up and were friends afterwards
i just miss the times when everyone was writing about all the avengers living in the tower together kicking each other's asses as mario kart and looking out for each other
(or maybe the MCU-Phase-One-only fandom still exists and i just don't know how to search for it? (The AO3 tag for "Avengers (2012)" links to Avengers (Marvel Movies) instead))
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galaxythreads · 1 year
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wait can anyone think of a scene in all of MCU where Clint and Thor actually trade lines with each other? I'm drawing a blank.
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A thousand year old, morally grey god who is also a fictional character: exists
Thirteen year old me: Is this love?
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lovl3igh · 5 months
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fine, I'll say it
you literally hate women, gay and poc too much to admit that phase 5 of mcu is better than phase 1 (and don't even get me started on phase 4)
and also I could say that about phase 2 as well and it would be real, considering how much you were hating on aou, antman and dark world, not mention that im3 is the least memorable of his trilogy (personally I like phase 2 more for now, but we still didn't see all projects) and suddenly you speak about marvel being great until phase 4, like please, no, it wasn't, you're just talking about like half of infinity saga
if mcu is such a nightmare now then don't watch, no one makes you
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imperialstark · 1 year
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me after re-watching the avengers (2012) for the umpteenth time and wondering what the hell happened
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thebirdandhersong · 2 years
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not to fuss again but (please ignore tags I AM fussing again)
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age-of-moonknight · 2 years
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“The Fly That Laid a Billion Maggots,” The Avengers (Vol. 8/2018), #38.
Writer: Jason Aaron; Penciler: Ed McGuinness; Inker: Mark Morales; Colorist: Jason Keith; Letterer: Cory Petit
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marvellousgifs · 1 year
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Steve Rogers and Nick Fury in THE AVENGERS (2012)
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jdmara · 2 years
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i’ve been rewatching some early mcu movies lately and damn. i miss when these were like. good movies brimming with character spark and potential for interesting development.
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Every time I see John Krasinski reed richards on my dash I get inflicted with psychic damage.
#I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT#literally the worst fancasting and actual casting ever#my gripe is that it’s an overrated casting choice. there are better people who can be reed richards#no I haven’t seen multiverse of madness or any other marvel stuff bc at this point im just. tired of it#personally to me I think the new phase is just#like not made for me if that makes sense. the only thing that’s going to get me reinterested again#is bringing in Abigail brand; Emma frost; illyana rasputin; Frank castle#+ daredevil songbird and black swan whom I also like#and even then I will be very picky about what they do with it all#my generation was the infinity saga let’s just leave it at that#it’s not that I won’t watch the new stuff it’s that I don’t really have much enthusiasm or care for the newer stuff#which is just. overloaded the schedule for me if that makes sense#plus personally I’m happy with the existence of avengers assembled; the Fox XMEN movies; and emh avengers#i might go see black Panther 2 because there’s a high chance namor will appear and I want to see one of my fave atlanteans!#also Psylocke. how can I forget Psylocke. I want Psylocke to appear#honestly at this point I might just make my own marvelverse that takes all the elements I like from each adaptation and improve on them#I have a WIP doc about my marvelverse that lists the details I like be it they made it into the franchise#or were left on the cutting room floor or appear only in the animated shows; comics and video games#shallow rambles
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ironman-stan · 2 years
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hurtspideyparker · 27 days
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Thinking about restless spirit Tony Stark who just can't move on to the after life.
The first thing he does once he realizes he's an apparition is check on Pepper and Morgan. True to their word, they're okay. He watches them for a bit but feels this deep unrest pulling him away from the quaint home he yearns for.
There's a deep wrongness within him, some unfinished business that draws him back to New York.
He fears for a moment that it's Peter- but no, it can't be him. He'll be in Massachusetts right now, attending MIT as a freshman. There isn't a doubt in Tony's mind that his little genius is already making his mark.
Still, he follows the pull of his spirit to some dingy Queens' apartment he's never been to before.
It's deep in the night yet the apartment is empty. He looks around a bit, his body phasing through anything he attempts to touch.
It's small and dirty. There's old coffee cups on the desk, alongside a couple GED manuals. Great, the universe thinks he has unfinished business with some broke high school dropout.
He's pondering how he must have screwed up this kid's life; was it the Avengers, Stark Industries? Maybe his old playboy lifestyle is finally coming to bite him in the ass.
His contemplation is cut short by the sound of the window cracking open.
It strikes Tony for a moment that maybe he's stuck on Earth to be a guardian angel, Iron Man living on as some invisible protector against whatever creep is sneaking into people's windows. It doesn't make much sense considering the whole non-corporeal thing, but he still stiffens like he's ready for a fight.
He sees a man- no, a thing? A creature maybe, or an alien. Even in death Tony can't escape being one of Earth's mightiest heroes.
The creature is shrouded in darkness, something slick and bald crawling inside the room with terrifying grace and silence. It shuts the window with a soft kssssh as the seal is formed.
And then it pulls off its mask.
There, with the click of a table lamp, glows the face of Peter Parker.
He's definitely older now; sturdier shoulders, a rugged set of his jaw, hair tamed to something semi-professional. Still present, though, are those gentle brown eyes.
Nothing makes sense right now. Why is his kid here, in this apartment? Surely May wouldn't allow this. How many tenant laws does this place break? Where are his little sidekick friends? And on what planet would Peter Parker ever need a GED?
Tony's getting angry now, watching Peter move around the tiny space. He changes out of his costume and into pajamas. That spider suit isn't Tony's suit, it looks like cheap craft store fabric.
The kid opens a small freezer and pulls out the singular bag of peas that reside in there, pressing it against his ribs while he goes to pop some bread into a toaster.
Tony takes note of every glimpse he gains into Peter's life. Empty cabinets when he reaches for a jar of peanut butter. A fridge housing nothing but condiments and energy drinks when he goes to grab jam. A drawer with two spoons, no forks, and a paring knife which he pulls out and sticks into the strawberry jam jar just as the toast pops.
This is all so wrong.
Tony's outrage is coming to a rolling boil. Peter deserves the world- he was gonna give him the world. He couldn't wait to send Peter to MIT and show him off as his protégé. Tony was gonna fund his projects, tease him about pretty girls, maybe even see him step back from Spider-Man and act like a normal college kid. He wanted to see him flourish and grow up. It was all he could think about when Peter turned to dust between his fingers; he should be goofing off with his friends at a mathletes meeting, or building Legos, not fighting an intergalactic war.
Tony couldn't even conceive how much went wrong to end up here.
Alone. Broke. No school. He didn't even have his Stark suit to protect him. Everything that made him him has been stripped, leaving him in this shallow box with scuffed paint and hollow cabinets.
Tony can feel the violent rage burn deep in his spirit as he thinks about it.
This is why he's here. He can't let his boy live like this, wasting his potential to be some villain's punching bag. Where is everyone? Does no one care enough to stop this? The fury that builds in Tony is dangerous, wondering why a dead man is the only one who cares about the teen's life right now.
Without thinking Tony's hand reaches for the GED textbook, a mocking piece of work that laughs in his face, and throws it at the stupid little kitchenette that's mere feet from the bed.
It sails across the room with surprising speed before it's met with a thunk against Peter's palm, hand reaching out to catch it from the air before it collided with the toaster.
Oh.
Peter sets the book down and immediately picks up his web shooters, eyes darting furiously to every corner of the tiny apartment.
"Who's there?"
Tony steps a little closer but Peter's eyes just look right past him.
"C'mon Pete, c'mon. I'm here, I'm right here."
Tony looks for something else to grab. He swats at a hopefully empty coffee cup on the wooden desk, but his hand just passes right through it.
"Shit," the hope Tony felt waivers slightly and he tries again.
Nothing.
Peter is searching his apartment now, making sure the window is secure and feeling around every crevice, bookshelves, under the bed, in the top corners of the room. Searching for something nefarious, tech maybe.
Tony hits the cup, again and again, frustration building up and up and up till-
The cup flies across the room, Tony and Peter's eyes track its movements as it bounces against the ground and rolls to a stop.
"Shit," Peter breathes out.
Tony walks up to Peter now, standing before him.
"Figure it out. Think kid, you've met aliens, gods, magicians, surely ghosts aren't too far fetched."
Peter closes his eyes. His posture straightens, Tony watches him take a deep breath in as the hairs on his bare arms stand on end.
Peter's eyes blink open, and they're looking directly at Tony.
Tony smirks, "that's it."
Peter turns around and picks the cup off the ground, running to his desk with it and ripping a piece of lined paper out of a notebook and scribbling furiously on it.
Tony walks over as Peter places the cup in the center of the paper.
On the left is the word YES in bold print, NO on the right.
"Okay, okay okay. So, move the cup if, if you wanna talk. Um, is there someone in the room right now?"
Tony reaches for the cup, an intense glare as his fingertips graze it gently. It shifts minutely towards the YES.
"Shit! Shit. Sorry, whew. Okay. Are you friendly?"
Tony moves it to YES again.
"Are you a, um. Person? Like not an alien?"
YES.
"Are you wearing tech, invisibility suit or your molecules are uncalibrated or maybe it's a portal thing like, multiverse shit is happening again, a mirror universe! Oh, maybe a..."
Tony let's a frustrated sign. The kid is too practical, logical. He needs to think like a non-genius.
"... could be. Or, or maybe you're just a ghost-"
Tony perks up and immediately swats the cup, causing it to fly off the desk towards the YES.
"Oh. Oh that's... kinda normal. Or maybe really weird? I mean... I certainly have some ghosts in my past."
Peter picks the cup up and puts it back on the desk.
"Do I know you?"
YES.
"You said you were friendly, and I'm not getting any danger tingles from you. I'm gonna start with people I know are dead, cuz I just really hope you're not a... new ghost. Um. M-May?"
The boy's voice cracks on the word and Tony freezes. May is dead? Tony starts to fear that things are a lot more wrong than he previously thought.
Peter's breath catches and Tony realizes he's waiting, dying for an answer, and quickly pokes the cup towards NO.
Peter's shoulders sag.
"Uncle Ben?"
NO.
"T- Mr. Stark?"
Tony grins, "now we're getting somewhere!"
YES.
Tony is going to have his work cut out for him, but being here with Peter just feels right.
Peter breaks out into a matching smile.
"Wow, okay. I think I'm gonna need more paper," he says as the boy gets to work making a more complex system than YES and NO.
Tony watches on proudly, reminiscing about all the great Peter was and all the great he still is, despite his situation. Whatever this is, they'll figure it out.
Together.
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tnystrk-exe · 2 years
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What rock music did you listen to growing up?
None. I grew up on norteños, corridos, cumbia, reggaetón, the only English music I knew was pop radio. I do remember the first time I heard Los Lonely Boys third grade and I guess that would be my introduction to it all.
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