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Metal bones and Magnets

Tinker-Belle Series Masterlist

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Fem! OC (eventually)

Summary: In which we meet our OC Belle and Pietro is both an enemy and a hero.

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this is the first part /// next part

“Hello lovely people!” Belle waved to her recording iphone as she buckled her heels on. “Ladies in Gentlemen and everybody in between— I am currently on the Quinjet because you guessed it, we found another HYDRA base!”

She grabbed her camera and posed with her best friend, Tony. “Tony! How do you feel about my new fighting shoes?”

Tony looked down at Belle’s new platform heels with little pom-poms. “Very gimmick-y Belle. Be careful— you’re gonna be more iconic than Spangles over there.”

“I’m always more iconic than Capsicle.” Belle rolled her eyes, flipping her hair. “I’m obviously the better blonde.”

“No, no— That’s where you’re wrong, Lady Belle.” Belle pointed the camera at Thor. “I am clearly the superior blonde.”

“Okay folks— we’re approaching the base. Tink— start stretching.” Bruce warned as they could feel the jet start lowering.

Belle stretched her wings out and let them pop through the golden armor that Tony had built. Her fairy wings fluttered around— letting her float into the air to avoid turbulence.

“You forgot your intro again!” Clint reminded the girl who was doing flips in the air to get warmed up.

“Right! Hello! If you don’t already know me— My name is Belle but you probably know me as Tinkerbelle. I’m the result of illegal human experimentation and Tony Stark found me a few months ago.” She looked at the camera and smiled— doing her rehearsed introduction. “He gave me new and improved metal bones and healed my broken wings.”

“I helped out at the Attack on New York— using my acrobatic skills, swordplay and flying to defeat the Chitauri. Ever since, I’ve been an Avenger and have been keeping a video diary. We’re about to land so I’ll see you when we’re on the ground!”

Clicking off her camera— she made sure her green mini dress wasn’t wrinkled and fluttered her way near the exit. “I’ll scope out the area with Stark!”

Iron man and Tinkerbelle flew out of the Quinjet— and began to make their way closer and closer to the building. Belle touched her intercom. “The place is surrounded— we’re going to regroup and attack in numbers. We haven’t been seen yet.”

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With that— The Avengers drove in. Each on fighting HYDRA agents and making their way to victory.

Belle and Stark began quickly bolting towards the main building.

“SHIT!” Stark exclaimed— bumping into an invisible force field.

“Language!”

“Jarvis? What’s the view from upstairs?” Belle asked, banging her fist across the force field before getting shot at.

“The building seems to be surrounded by a type of energy shield…It’s more advanced than any other HYDRA base we’ve taken.”

“Loki’s sceptre must be here.” Thor informed. “There’s no way Stricker could power this defense without it. At long last…”

Belle floated down to the ground where she began to fight all the soldiers on outside of the base.

“Long last is lasting pretty long boys…” Natasha commented.

Belle shot up to the sky— wings flapping quickly as she sped towards the forrest. “Clint— there’s a weak spot on the bunker that’s shooting at you. Just shoot forwards.”

“Thanks.” Clint said after hearing an explosion. “I think we’ve lost the element of surprise.”

Belle let out a shriek as a blast went whizzing last her head. “The absolute nerve!” Belle hurled a grenade at the bunker that tried it.

“I’m sorry— nobody else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said language?”

“I know,” Steve hurled his shield, knocking a few people to the ground. “Just slipped out.”

“Stark, have you gotten the force field taken care of yet?”

“Closing in, JARVIS— am I closing in?”

Something caught Belle’s eyes as she flew closer to the base. “Guys— I just saw something dart out of the base. I’d watch out.”

Clint who just got knocked to the floor— wished he got a warning earlier.

“We’ve got an enhanced on the field. Belle— your move.” Steve announced.

“On it.” Belle zipped to the forrest.

“Clint’s been hit! Somebody want to deal with that bunker?" A loud crash. "Thank you!”

Belle flew around the forrest as fast as she could— scanning the area around her from the skies until she saw something blue flash below her.

Flittering— her wings jolted her to the ground in an instant. Her eyes darted between the trees until she felt a breeze behind her.

She grabbed their hand and backed them into a tree, grabbing their shirt by the collar before finally looking at them. She took her sword and swiped it across his cheek.

“Nice catch” He winked before throwing her to the ground.

Winded, Belle groaned before touching her intercom. “I’ve met the enhanced. He’s speedy, cute and has frosted tips?”

“What the the 80’s?” Stark commented— letting them know the force field was down.

“Clint’s hit pretty bad guys— I think we’re gonna need Evac.” Natasha reported.

“I can get Barton. You guys find the sceptre.” Thor instructed before flying off.

“And for gosh sake— watch your language!” Belle mocked— flying up again and breezing through the front doors of the building.

Tony had found a secret room in the building— Belle was clearing out the building; her silent wings were very useful for sneaking around and disarming people.

Sneaking into rooms— she would silently disarm and knock people out until soon everyone is the room was harmless.

“We’re locked in out here.” Natasha reported.

“Get to Banner.” Steve suggested. “Time for a lullaby.”

Belle walked through one of the doors— completely disregarding the warning sign on the door.

And in her defense, there were warning signs everywhere.

Now in a place like this— boobytraps are expected. But after walking through the place for a while and not seeing anything, Belle was breezing through the places.

And in her defense— this wasn’t a boobytrap.

Instead— Belle walked into a room and she felt her intercom being tugged off her.

Belle turned around to see where it went when she saw a giant disposal.

A magnet was held above a conveyor belt as it picked up metals from the trash. Belle saw her intercom stuck to the giant magnet.

And in her defense— Belle is an idiot.

Walking over to the disposal, Belle suddenly felt a pull towards the disposal— so like the idiot she is, she went closer.

Watching the metals from soda cans being pulled up into the magnet and slowly turning flat and into melted metal— it was mesmerising.

It wasn’t until she was walking along on the conveyer belt when she realised she was in trouble.

Her elbow smacked into the magnet.

Soon enough it was her whole arm.

And soon she remembered that her metal bones stick to magnets.

Now very panicked— she began to tug at her arm, silently begging for the magnet to be weaker than it was proving to be.

Seeing her intercom on the other side— she made an attempt to reach for it but when her other elbow got stuck to the magnet— slamming her back onto the magnet too she stopped trying.

She could see the emergency power off but for some reason it was across the room and there was no chance of her reaching it.

Belle tried thinking of all the ways to get out of this less than ideal situation when she folded her wings.

“Schieße!” A german curse flew out of Belle’s mouth as a searing white hot pain rang throughout her body.

She watched as her intercom melted and began freaking out.

So like any other prepared avenger— she began to shout for help.

After a long while with no reply and her voice very worn out and tired— she hung from the magnet, very disappointed that this is how she died.

She had barely accomplished anything— she hadn’t taken down hydra like she wanted to or published her video diary as a documentary. She hadn’t even fallen in love yet or met Clint’s family like he promised.

When finally— something flashed in her teary vision.

Something alive and blue.

She heard machines turn off and she could feel her body falling from the stupid burning hot ceiling magnet when something caught her.

Belle curled into a small ball as her saviour carefully hugged her. “Thank you…” she whispered, opening her watery eyes and admiring his face.

“No problem.” He said back, wrapping her in a blanket and picking her up.

“I’m sorry… I cut your pretty face…” Belle traced the spot where a red cut lie on his cheek.

Before she knew it— Belle was in front of an empty Iron Man suit and now alone.

Belle carefully got up— tears streaming as her back and arms ached in pain as she climbed into the suit.

“JARVIS—turn on intercom.”

“Intercom— on. Several burns detected. ”

“Guys? I lost my intercom and i’m badly injured. Bruce can fix burns right?”

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“Oh— they’re flatlining! Call it!” Tony walked it holding two smoothies.

Clint and Belle laid down next to each other. Belle was on her stomach as her burns were being healed by creating new skin tissue.

“No, no, no. I’m gonna live forever!” Clint smiled. “I’ll be made of plastic.”

“You’ll be made of you, Barton.”

Belle looked up from her iphone. “You interrupted my duolingo. And one of those smoothies better be mine.” She pointed at Tony’s drinks.

“Right, because we need you learning 50 new languages. Remind me which ones you speak?” Tony gave her a smoothie.

“English, German, French, Mandarin, Cantonese, Spanish and if you let me continue my duolingo— Sokovian.” Belle took a sip of her drink. “Strawberry Banana? You know me so well.”

Natasha shot her a look after Belle said Sokovian, eyebrows raised. Belle blew a raspberry at her.

“Helen, I expect to see you at the party this afternoon?”

Helen gave a polite smile. “Unlike you— I don’t have time for parties.” She coughed and asked not-so-discreetly

“Will… Thor be there?”

end of part 1

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 2 years

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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itsmoonknight · 2 years

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New Guardians of the Galaxy Set Photos Show Dave Bautista's Drax in Hollywood

New Guardians of the Galaxy Set Photos Show Dave Bautista's Drax in Hollywood Marvel Studios' Guardians of the Galaxy are about to make an epic return to screens after a nearly three-year absence in the aftermath of 2019's Avengers: Endgame. Star-Lord, Drax, Rocket, and the crew will play a small supporting role in Thor: Love and Thunder this summer before embarking on their third solo adventure in next year's Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3. The space-hopping crew will even become the first MCU team to lead their own holiday special too. Currently, The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special remains one of the most mysterious new entries under the MCU umbrella, with director James Gunn bringing it to life alongside the team's third solo movie. Set photos teased some intense action in Beverly Hills, and Gunn has revealed this project as the best piece of content he's ever developed both in and out of the superhero universe. Filming is currently moving forward in Los Angeles, California, with recent set photos showing a fun connection to Marvel Studios Eternals as the holiday special moves along. Now, a more recent look into production for the Disney+ adventure has provided a new update - one which gives the team's most muscular member a wardrobe update in Hollywood. Dave Bautista's Drax Gets a New Shirt Marvel Twitter user @allmidias shared new set images from The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special, which is currently filming at the TCL Chinese Theater in Hollyood, Los Angeles, California. The photos focus on Dave Bautista's Drax and Pom Klementieff's Mantis as they roam the streets, featuring giant gold statues and a fully gold street performer. Drax is even wearing a shirt in the scene for only the second time in his MCU tenure. pic.twitter.com/r5bT53x125 — midia (@allmidias) April 30, 2022 "I Have Sensitive Nipples. -Drax Dave Bautista's Drax is known for spending the vast majority of his tenure within the MCU without a shirt, as has been the case in all four of his big-screen appearances to date. The only exception to this was during Tony Stark's funeral at the end of 2019's Avengers: Endgame, when he donned a sleeveless shirt as he stood on the hill outside of the Stark cabin. This is certainly a strange look for Bautista's longstanding MCU hero as he takes in the sights and sounds of Earth's Hollywood alongside Mantis in the holiday special. Considering his struggles with metaphors and his knack for seeing things a little single-mindedly, street performers and Christmas decorations are sure to throw Drax the Destroyer for a loop as he adjusts to Earth's ways. Even though this is a different look for Bautista, he's shared how much he wants to see a costume change for Drax in the past. Maybe Gunn took his suggestion and put it into effect for this unique outing? The Guardians' holiday special will put the team in a new environment as they are seemingly set to spend significant time on Earth, which has never happened before in the MCU, largely thanks to Star-Lord not wanting anything to do with his home planet. How the story works itself out in that regard is a mystery, but it's clear that Drax's wardrobe adjustment is only the first of some major changes for the group. The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special is currently filming and will debut on Disney+ at the end of this year. via The Direct https://ift.tt/7zBUv56

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buckyssoul · 6 years

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i stan this whole twitter account

#tony stark #tony stark fluff #tony stark as poms #puppies #heckin cute #tony x reader #rdj #user:raegan

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RDJ hosted a lunch for the Marvel women!!

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HI. SORRY. FROTHING AT THE MOUTH SEEING MARVEL ON A BLOG I FOLLOWED 4 LEAGUE. I DON'T ACTUALLY HAVE ANYTHING SUBSTANTIAL TO SAY PAST THAT BUT I HOPE UR DAY IS GOING WELL GOODBYE

the noise i just made upon learning that im perceived as a league blog. i am On The Ground.

i am not at All in the marvel fandom anymore, but i fucking love superheroes (my best friend and i have marvel ocs) and i think spiderman deserves the Most Character Of All Time Award.

#i hope your day is going well too !#the league blog thing makes sense in hindsight. however.#personally i think reblog just enough homestuck to make it not the case #asking pom #also i did make a tony stark/jayce giopara au so like yknow-

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Art by Avengergram

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Thor is confused

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fandom: MCU (non-powered AU) ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers & dogs tags: Fluff, Crack treated seriously, Dogs, Animal trasnformation

summary: Steve had always been good with dogs.

When the one-eyed dog limped across the street to him, Steve’s only thought was: I can’t.

Because he really, really couldn’t. It hadn’t even been ten months since he had taken Anakin in—Lola had taken her time getting used to him, and Steve himself had literally just reached a point where he was able to take care of two dogs and still balance his life and work like a regular person. He could not, in any imaginable circumstances, take in another stray.

But the dog was not chipped, and its single eye looked at Steve with so much love and devotion when the lady from the shelter informed him of it, that the outcome was really unavoidable.

“He clearly likes you,” the woman commented when Steve picked him up. “He was so scared when I was checking for his chip, the poor thing, but with you holding him, he looks ready to fall asleep.”

Steve gave her a forceful smile, fighting back a sigh.

At least this one was tiny.

Contrary to what he had imagined, Bucky and Sam didn’t give Steve much hell for bringing Monet home. Instead, they spent most of the time complaining about his name.

“Seriously?” Sam had asked, sitting on Steve’s couch and petting Anakin’s belly with his feet. Despite his mocking tone, he had Monet on his lap, and was now scratching a spot behind his left ear. “What about this little dude gives you ‘dead French guy obsessed with landscapes’ vibes?”

“He likes the lilies,” Steve said, gesturing to the (obviously) fake copy of the painting he had hanging on one wall. By “likes,” he was referring to the fact that Monet had stared at it rather thoughtfully for hours, the night Steve brought him home, after he managed to calm down and settled in his dog bed, but Sam didn’t need to know that.

“I’ll take your word for it.” Sam chuckled and shook his head. “I can’t believe I actually thought you meant it when you said Anakin would be the last one.”

“Called it,” Bucky’s voice came from the kitchen.

Steve rolled his eyes. He could remind Sam and Bucky that neither of them lived there, technically, but since they weren’t even a hallway away and both had keys, he figured it wouldn’t really be fair. “He’s the last one,” he said instead. “Definitely.”

Lola, who had been chewing on a once-squeaky toy, tilted her head at him, not buying it. Only a few months away from her eighth birthday, she seemed to be growing rather judgmental with age.

“I promise,” Steve said, and she went back to chewing, not seeming fully convinced.

Life with three dogs in one apartment wasn’t easy, but Steve made do. Having Sam and Bucky nearby definitely helped, and, though, in the past, he had been forced to spend a few weeks living off ramen to buy food for all his children (as Bucky put it), things became pretty stable once a few of his political cartoons went viral and he was hired to draw for an extremely popular webcomic. The payment wasn’t anything exorbitant, but it paid his bills and allowed him to work from home and spend time with his dogs, so Steve wasn’t complaining.

On the weekends, after their first walk of the day, Steve would leave the three of them at Sam and Bucky’s apartment and head down to the shelter where he'd had Monet checked for a chip and now volunteered.

On that particular day, Steve was finishing organizing a few piles of adoption papers when T’Challa, another regular volunteer, stepped inside the reception area.

“There you are,” T'Challa said, with a smile. He nodded to the crate corridor. “We got a new arrival today that could use some of your magic.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but followed him. He and T’Challa often took turns helping each other with the animals – T’Challa had a clear soft spot for cats and was able to spend hours talking and playing with them until they were happy. And Steve…

“Here.” T’Challa pointed to a crate in the far end of the hallway. He didn’t have to, though – the dog’s loud whining spoke for itself, rising above any of the other regular sounds coming from the rows of cages.

Steve walked to him. As soon as his eyes landed on the crate, his heart broke; the dog was probably a medium-sized stray, but he seemed much smaller because of how curled up in the far corner of the crate he was. His bright blue eyes seemed sad and scared, his whines growing louder by the minute.

“He got dropped off this morning,” T’Challa said, his always perfectly poised voice betraying a clear hint of disapproval. Then, after a moment, he added, a little softer, “I think he thinks his owner is coming back.”

Steve’s chest tightened, but he stared ahead, trying to establish eye contact.

“Hey, buddy,” he whispered, coming closer to the crate.

The dog raised his head slowly, seeming hesitant. Then, a moment afterwards, his demeanor instantly changed. His tail raised and waved, happily, and he came closer, allowing Steve to pet his nose.

Steve smiled, and the dog gave a few soft licks to his hand. His tongue hung from his mouth when he finished, and his eyes crinkled as Steve pet his head and he leaned further into his touch.

“Unbelievable,” T’Challa said, watching with an awed smile. “Every time.”

Steve shrugged with one shoulder. “It’s no different from you with cats.” He lowered his hand to scratch the dog’s chin. “What’s his name?”

“I don’t know,” T’Challa sounded smug. “What are you going to name him?”

Steve sighed.

Frodo fit in nicely with his other siblings. Lola was suspicious at first, but she quickly warmed up to him, and Steve even caught the two of them napping together a couple days after his arrival.

Sam and Bucky’s only comment was “Frodo is a better name than Monet,” so, all things considered, it went pretty smoothly.

A few months after Steve adopted Frodo, he started to notice something strange.

There was a man following him.

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