#char: T'Challa

[sinestrosmind]

October 17th, 2023

Summary: Recovery recounts the events of October 17th, 2023, how he experienced it.

Warnings: Endgame Spoilers, Character death, Canon typical violence

Characters: Recovery Protocol, Flame Copps

Wordcount: 834

          "I wasn't fully awake when it happened."

          "Alpha, initiate Pack Rally Protocol." Flame's tone was firm and commanding as she stood at the edge of the battlefield. What once was the lush front yard of the Avengers Compound was now ripped apart. Smoke rose from destroyed aircrafts and weapons, the sky darkened by smoke and a coming storm. Thanos' army stood in front of them, rows upon rows, and more coming from the dropships. Beside them, the Avengers' army formed. Hundreds of individuals gathering as they stepped through the portals, ready to stand in defense of and die for the survival of not just Earth, but the universe itself.

          And then Steve made his call. He led them without fear, both armies rushing each other. The Battle of Earth, the war to protect the universe, had begun.

          "My emotional processors were offline, probably a safety measure placed by Stark. I didn't feel fear, didn't feel worry, didn't feel concern."

          As the war raged on, suit after suit went down. Flame jumped from one to another as needed, but the majority played defense for the rest of her side. That's how most had been brought down, keeping her allies safe. Only a few had been destroyed just barely after she'd ejected, each time too close for Flame's comfort.

          In the end, only MK8 was left. And even it was heavily damaged, barely functioning, when it had hit the ground with her in it.

          "Not even when I watched my creator die through the half functioning eyes of P.A.L. Looking back now, it's horrifying."

          She heard a snap of fingers, loud and echoing. Felt the air change, temperature seem to drop, blood run cold, the sound of metal being crushed and cut through by the force of a blade before silence. Flame lands onto charred ground with a thud, and there she remain, motionless. Stunned and panicked, vision spinning and heart beating rapidly as she feels blood further soak her fur under her suit.

          Before her, not far away, sat Tony. Back against an uprooted tree, right arm charred, suit damaged and burnt. Right side of his face unrecognizable.

          "But her broken voice as it happened..."

          "Tony!" Flame's voice was barely a whisper, panicked and pained and broken by a silent sob. She didn't have the strength to move. She needed to move, she knew she need to move, even just slightly. Just show some kind of life. But she was far too weakened to even manage that. The wounded Avenger watched through a half broken helmet, locked eyes with the dying man, and saw pain. Grief.

          She knew what he was thinking. Knew what he thought her lack of movement meant.

          "It... Did something to me. Maybe my code had been altered by her voice. Maybe my emotional processors had turned on then. But it hurt me. It still hurts me. Somewhere deep down in my chest... That would be the organic equivalent to your heart hurting, wouldn't it?"

          The world was a blur of sounds and colors to Flame, body and mind numb. It was too much grief for her to process at one time, especially given the bloodloss she currently faced. She recognized Alpha's voice, broken by static, panicked and worried, but she had no idea what he was saying. And then she felt she was being moved, turned to lay on her back. Felt her helmet being removed. Bleary eyes first gazed upon the smoke-filled skies above before focusing on the faces of the people who had come to check on her.

          It was T'Challa that she'd first focused on. And she vaguely registered another familiar face coming to check on her before everything went dark.

          "It was when she found me that I fully awoke. She looked so... Broken..."

          She was ghost of her former self when she found him, fur dull and disheveled, mane tangled and eyes bloodshot. Clues left behind by Tony led her to him, gave her something to focus on. Leaned into her curiosity and likely her desperation to cling to the man she'd just lost. One final gift.

          Right there in that old Malibu mansion she used to call home after she'd been taken in by Tony was her new caretaker. Her new protector. Red and gold and shiny, standing tall and holding a power within him that Flame could clearly see even as he stood still. A recorded message projected from his arc reactor, left by Tony just for her. And when she'd said her goodbyes and that recording ended, the machine appeared to relax, he had spoken. Gentle and caring with a familiar playfulness.

          "Well hello to you too, Flame."

          "My protocols guided me for the following few weeks after that. Often times I looked to the notes my creator left me for guidance too. What I needed to do to take care of her, how to comfort her, and- ah... Well, you know the rest. She's still alive, and she's doing better now."

#⭑🛠⭑ Hey what are words again I forgor { My Writing } #⭑🛠⭑ Making him fall in love with Flame was an accident but it happened and I’m not complaining { Recovery } #⭑🛠⭑ Tony brought a plus one to the Avengers and now there’s seven { Ironverse!Flame } #MCU #MCU OC #Marvel Cinematic Universe #Marvel #⭑🛠⭑ Hyperfixation est. 2020 { MCU } #no but I'm so fucking proud of this one #I wrote this day of because we literally had October 17th 2023 and decided to make it a little event thing #I love Recovery so much #Ironverse makes brain go brrrrrrr #my pride and joy

[youcantcallmethat]

"You move too much," W'Kabi teases. "I heard Okoye hardly twitched when they gave her her tattoos."

"Hush!" Okoye hisses. "Leave T'Challa alone."

T'Challa smiles into the pillow. "Okoye hardly feels a spear pressed to her breast, of course she didn't move. You would sob, ubhuti, I know it."

"Sob?" W'Kabi asks. "I have my tattoos. I never sobbed."

"No?" T'Challa returns. "You had scars. It is the bone char which flares the pain more."

"Ah. The bone char," W'Kabi says, "Perhaps it is the panther's way of telling you, 'Prince, you have used me for your own vanity, how dare you!'"

#tchalla #okoye #wkabi #black panther #marvel fanfiction #marvel fics

[marveltrumpshate]

November 2021 MTH fills part 1/2

Can you believe it’s just been one month since we announced the auction results? It feels like a lifetime! Once again, we’re thankful for everyone’s efforts in raising such a jaw-dropping donation amount as well as all the works that have come in throughout the month of November!

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@aquatigermice - Black Panther, Iron Man, and Rescue masks and extra pin goodies for @ashes0909

@arabesqueangel - “Loki: Professor Supreme” (616 Loki/Strange fic where Strange refuses to let Loki become a teacher at Strange Academy, but Loki tries to get into the school anyway) for @aurorawest (MTH 2020)

Cluegirl - “Salvage Rights” (Steve/Tony A/B/O historical romance arranged marriage AU fic) for @chibisquirt (MTH 2019)

@cutecumber-flower - Art of Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow kissing in the snow for @kalika999

@dracusfyre - “By Blood” (Bucky/Tony vampire AU fic) for mystifiedgal (MTH 2020)

@gottalovev - “Like a teardrop in your palm” (Steve/Tony enemies-to-friends-to-lovers fake relationship AU fic) for @goddess47 (MTH 2020)

@humapuma - “Three Alphas Walk into a Café” (Steve/Bucky A/B/O werewolf AU fic) for @moodywolff (MTH 2020)

@jaune-chat

- “Mountain Men” (Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow camping fic) for @kalika999 (MTH 2020) - “The Shape of Hydra” (Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow The Shape of Water AU fic) for @kalika999 (MTH 2020)

@juls-art - Art of Sam and Bucky in uniform, kissing for @yavannie

Juulna/@juuls - “Soulmates & Strangers” (vignettes from a Steve/Tony secret identity soulmates AU fic with commissioned art) for @ishipallthings (MTH 2019)

@kalee60 - “Express Yourself” (post-TWS Steve/Bucky fic where Bucky learns to heal through fashion) for @fingerprintbruises (MTH 2020)

@kandisheek - “A Beast That Few Can Master” (Bucky/Tony modern Beauty and the Beast AU fic) (MTH 2020)

Li Izumi/@li-izumi - “A Little Housekeeping” (616 Peter/Wade fic in Logan's POV where Logan suspects incorrectly that Wade is a bad partner) for lastofherkind (MTH 2020)

#monthly roundup #november 2021 #mth 2019 #mth 2020 #mth 2021 #char: Brock Rumlow #char: Bucky Barnes #char: jack rollins #char: Logan #char: loki #char: Pepper Potts #char: Peter Parker #char: sam wilson #char: stephen strange #char: Steve Rogers #char: T'Challa #char: Tony Stark #char: Wade Wilson #ship: hydrahusbands #ship: stony #ship: strangeloki #ship: stucky #ship: winterfalcon #ship: winteriron #universe: 616 #universe: AU #universe: MCU #auction: art #auction: craft #auction: fic

[mthofferings2018]

tisfan

See tisfan’s existing works here.

Preferred contact methods: Email - [email protected] Tumblr - tisfan

Preferred organizations:

Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain:

one to three dolls

Will not create works that contain:

custom orders

-- Fan-made craft or merchandise --

Auction ID: 12

Will create works for the following relationships:

Iron Man Spider-Man Black Panther Shuri Captain Marvel Captain America

Work Description:

these dolls take 1 day to craft each, will not ship outside of the US (sorry)

Ratings: G

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[ghcstsoldier]

@blueroboticbitch

Bucky wasn’t entirely sure he was comfortable living at the old Avengers Compound, even if Sam did say Stark had given them the go ahead. Philanthropy often felt like pity, and he remembered enough of his father to know that the Barnes family, even in their hour of need, had been stubbornly reluctant to accept handouts. He wasn’t aware of the changes that existed in this universe, but he caught Stark’s eye through one of the glass walls on the way in, and he figured that their relationship wasn’t all that different. If Sam trusted in it, though, Bucky was on board -- if only so he would be on hand if shit went sideways. Loyalty and stupidity went hand in hand, after all.

It was late, and he was making his way down to the kitchen to raid the fridge. Super-soldier metabolism came with hunger, and now that he was able to actually eat when he wanted, he wasn’t inclined to stop. Peanut butter sandwich in hand, the best that he could find, he noticed that the metal of his arm was vibrating slightly. He looked up, seeing Nebula in the doorway, and he was about two beats away from throwing the sandwich at her.

“Christ,” he muttered, bracing his hands on the kitchen counter. “You are eerily silent.” Bucky took a moment, then looked back up at her. They didn’t have much time to know each other - he had been dead for five years, after his initial seventy year death, he supposed - but they were from the same universe. That had to count for something, right? “Want a sandwich?” Bucky asked, gesturing to the plate in front of him. “Peanut butter, and it’s the fancy stuff. Got real peanuts in it and everything.”

#char: nebula #(( his arm reacted to t'challa's vibranium ring so i went with it ))

[bugborgs]

lokabrenna replied to your photo “Aaaaa these just came in!! My keys are gonna be all bugborg'd up!!”

Where? Where did you get these? O.O I have a huge need

Ebay!! I think you can find them in stores that sell blind boxes (bc I’m pretty sure that’s what these were, originally) BUT my friend found them on ebay and linked me so I wouldn’t have to mess around buying them and hoping I get my girls :’)

These are the listings I bought mine from!! Nebula || Mantis

#lokabrenna #reply #text posts with frolis #they have a lot of other characters too! #i know my friend also found t'challa peter quill and gamora ones while looking #so if you poke around ebay a bit you could probably find lots of other chars!

[fakeeleanorshellstrop]

Does anyone get sad knowing that Chidi’s gonna miss out on Black Panther?

#He would be sO EXCITED guys #He would watch it a least three times in theaters #And the philosophical discussions that would come out of it???? #An African country not colonized by the Whites™? #T'Challa & his responsibilities??? What is life like for the people of Wakanda??? #The moral arguments about keeping Wakanda's true status a secret for so many years??? #char: chidi anagonye #The Good Place #Text Post #🦄🦄🦄

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[lemonsandstrawberries]

I am Iron Man

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), MCU

characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, James Rhodey Rhodes, James Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker

summary: When Tony used the Iron Gauntlet and erased Thanos and his troops, Steve thought he would have to watch his boyfriend die. Thanks to quick thinking of their team, Tony got a chance to live and the healing process starts.

length: 3 781

warnings: MAJOR AVENGERS ENDGAME SPOILERS

a/n: this is my last fic from the ones I planned to write after Endgame. the happy ending. totally self-indulgent and from a Stony shipper point of view! also, it doesn’t have to make sense if it makes me feel better. hopefully, it will make you feel better too!

——————–

I am Iron Man

He was looking at it, but he couldn't believe it. Alien troops fading away and turning into dust, just in front of his eyes. In the middle of it all, he saw Thanos taking his last breath, before he turned into nothing, vanishing from the face of the Earth.

They did it. They won. How did they win?

And then Steve saw how.

Tony. In the midst of a broken world, among dust that was left of the compound, his back leaned against some rubble, supporting him. Right hand covered up to the elbow with gold and infinity stones shining on knuckles, above from that dark and charred, black marks stretching all up to his face, covering half of it. Tony's gaze was unfocused and his breath was so shallow, it was almost gone.

Tony did it. He did the snap and defeated Thanos and his army. They won.

And yet...

Tony was dying. His Tony was dying.

The whole world around Steve slowed down, draining out of color and sound, eyes focused on his boyfriend's almost lifeless form.  

Tony was dying. His Tony was dying.

He couldn't move, his body not listening to him. His whole body felt heavy and there was a painful silence ringing in his ears, stretching and consuming everything.

Tony was dying. His Tony was dying.

Rhodey was the first one to get to Tony. He opened his faceplate and leaned over his best friend, reaching to him, eyes wide and terrified.

Tony was going to die.

Steve couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. The weight of grief and pain smothered him, his knees buckled and Steve fell, digging his hands into the dry ground, hot tears blurring his vision and falling down.

Tony was going to die. His Tony was going to die.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

It won't end like this.

A bullet of fire and energy cut the air. Steve raised his head, watching Captain Marvel landing between Tony and Rhodey. Rhodey said something, gesturing to Tony and the glove, and Carol leaned down. Something snapped, just like a piece of wood snaps in two, dry and loud. Then a metal clank when the Iron Glove with infinity stones was thrown away, landing few feet in front of Steve, discarded like something toxic. Steve looked at the stones and gold, eyes wide and not understanding. There was another person flying past him and he recognized the silver and blue armor, belonging to Pepper. Carol and Rhodey moved aside when Pepper stopped, her hand reaching to Tony, a thick, foamy substance Steve had seen before spraying from her fingers and coating Tony's right side with a shell resembling frost. Tony's mouth moved, faint and weak, but Steve read the words.

'Hi Pep.'

Tony wasn't dying.

He was alive. Barely, but alive.

They still had a chance.

Feeling new energy coursing through him, Steve got back on his feet. He pushed his emotions aside and acted on instinct, falling back into the line of command. Time was crucial and they had to act quickly.

"Queens!" Steve called in a strong voice when Spider-man tried to make his way past him. The teenager stopped, hearing the call. "Go and find the wizard! Bring him here!"

"But- but Mr. Stark-" Peter hesitated in a broken voice, face pale and dirty and with droplets of dried blood near his nose and mouth. He kept looking away, torn what to do and just desperately needing to get to Tony.

"Go!" Steve yelled. There was no pleading note in his voice, just a rough, cold command. The kid was smart, he would understand. Peter took a last glance at Tony and turned around, searching and calling for Doctor Strange.

"Sam?" Steve put a hand to his ear, relieved to find that he still had the communication device on himself. "Sam, if you can hear me, find T'Challa or Shuri, we need to get Tony to Wakanda, now," he gave more orders. He didn't get an answer and his eyes scanned the battlefield looking for anyone he could turn to when the device crackled.

"Copy that," Sam said, cutting the connection.

They had a chance. There still was a chance.

Steve rushed forward, giving coordinates where Tony was, trying to organize everything as quickly and smoothly as possible.

Tony was not going to die. His Tony was not going to die.

***

It was taking forever. Why it was taking so long?

Steve couldn't find his place. He was pacing back and forth along the corridor, his shoulders squared and jaw tight with worry. Pepper and Rhodey were sitting in the corner on the couch, their thighs touching, Rhodey's arm slung over Pepper's back. They were silent and exhausted and worried. Steve looked around. Peter curled on the chair, holding knees close to himself, trying not to break. Bruce, Thor, and Clint remained silent, avoiding everyone's gaze. Even Nebula stayed, leaned against the wall with arms crossed and closed eyes, waiting for news.

The door to the surgery room opened and a female doctor approached them, everyone focusing on her.

"We couldn't save his arm," she said in a thick, Wakandan accent, "but he will live."

Everyone breathed out in relief, but it was Peter who uncurled and yelled out in excitement, getting a scolding look from the doctor and amused ones from the team. Pepper started to smile through her tears and Rhodey hugged her close, not even trying to hold back his own emotions, laughter mixing with sobbing. Steve felt a huge boulder lifting off his arms and the painful grip on his lungs and throat loosening.

Tony would live.

***

"I am sorry about your arm, Tony," Helen said, busying next to Tony's bed, examining his damaged right side. His arm had to be amputated at the shoulder and the damage from using the gauntlet spread all over to his face, leaving a network of scars and damaged tissue. Helen gently examined Tony's face, looking at his jawline and temple area. "After all this radiation exposure, you are still lucky the nerves on your face are intact."

"Yup. Lucky," Tony repeated, nodding to the words. It took days before he got well enough to do basic activities and still was on bed rest, confined to a small and bright room in the medical sector in Wakanda. His tone was light and optimistic and he even smiled at Steve, trying to lighten the mood and not deepen the frown on soldier's face. Steve tried to not look so worried, but it was difficult when he saw the dark network of scars on his boyfriend's body, not even imagining the pain Tony had to endure when he had slid the gauntlet on his arm. He tried smiling back and to match Tony's smile, but it came out as strained and forced and not genuine at all.

"Drink this," Rhodey handed Tony a green smoothie, some special blend of herbs and nutrients to nourish him and help to clear his blood. Tony took it with his left arm and sipped through a straw, not even protesting at the earthy taste. Pepper was also in the room, changing the display of flowers and balloons and 'get well soon' cards that were flooding to Wakanda from all over the world. Iron Man, Earth's best defender. Steve liked that title much more from the famous 'genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist' that stuck to Tony for years.

"I think we can fix this," Helen said, creasing her forehead before smiling and gesturing to the damaged half of Tony’s face and Steve looked hopefully at her. "It will take a long time and a number of sessions in the cradle,  but I think we can get a good result with synthetic tissue."

Tony didn't say anything and quietly finished the smoothie. When he was done, he pushed the straw out with his tongue and turned to Helen. "Yeah, great. Maybe except that, let's not do it?" he asked, his voice waving at the last words. The room fell silent and Steve looked in shock at Tony, Pepper, and Rhodey pausing their work.

"Tony, what are you talking about?" Rhodey was the first one to break the silence. Maybe it was the painkillers speaking and Tony was just dazed and not thinking clearly.

"I am thinking that this," he said, using his left hand to point at the scars on his face, "is not lethal. It is not spreading and is under control. Improving this would be just for cosmetic reasons."

Steve stared at Tony is silence. The whole room was silent, and Pepper and Rhodey exchanged worried looks.

"Road accidents. Acid. Burning," Tony listed, not addressing anyone in particular, more of having a conversation with himself. "It all happens all over the world, all the time. And people have to live with it," he touched the damaged skin on his cheek. "Why I should be the one privileged asshole who can get healed while millions of people can't?" he asked, not really waiting for anyone to answer and let the question hang in the air. Then, he turned to Helen. "Your cradle is amazing and will revolutionize the medical industry. Please keep working on it and once it will be available to the public, I will sign in line. And until that happens," he faced Steve on his left, "you will have to get used to me looking like this," he said, sounding minimally sorry and a whole lot sarcastic.

It was the first time Steve had smiled for real in many, many days.

***

Thanks to T'Challa's hospitality, Tony and Steve stayed in Wakanda until the clearing after the battle and rebuilding of the new Avengers compound had been finished. Tony kept healing under the watchful eye of Wakanda's medics and kept working on projects, forming a bond with Shuri and welcomed to used her lab for the time being. Steve trained and sketched and organized a new life for the Avengers and for himself and Tony. The Guardians and Thor left to space, Doctor Strange and Wong retreated to Sanctum Sanctorum and Peter resumed his education, attending school once more like a regular teenager and swinging by the compound whenever he had a chance to visit Tony. Sam went back to VA, and Steve helped him during lectures from time to time, while Bucky enrolled in the group. Soon, Pepper shared the news that she and Happy were expecting and awaiting the birth of their firstborn, Tony calling dibs on being the godfather and Pepper accepted it with a smile, not seeing a different possibility. Slowly, everything went back to normal, the missing pieces falling back in their places.

"You know," Tony yawned, spread comfortably on the couch in the new compound, his missing arm hidden under a black shirt, "if they would put us together, one healthy dude would come out of it," he said, gesturing with his left hand between himself, Rhodey and Bucky.

Steve looked at Tony with a confused expression on his face, the same look mirrored on their friends' faces.

"He would have two pairs of legs, Tony," Rhodey said calmly, closing the fridge and holding a plate with a sandwich on it.

"Kinda like a human centaur," Tony mused out, nodding to himself.

"That is not a thing," Rhodey answered and grinned at Steve, catching his shocked expression. Tony was still on a high dose of painkillers and did tend to say the most random things from time to time.

"Hey, you, one armed bandit!" Tony called, sitting up on the couch. Bucky turned to him, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Come here for a sec, I want to look at that arm Shuri made for you," he said, calling Bucky over.

"It is your arm that is missing, not your legs, come here on your own, Two-Face," Bucky retorted, and Steve gagged in panic, trying to scold Bucky solely with a look. Bucky only shrugged, not remorseful at all.

Tony seemed more amused than insulted and turned to Rhodey, hungry eyes focusing on the sandwich before flipping up to his friend. "Sandwich me, Rhodes," Tony said, sounding as flirty and dirty as he just intended to.

Rhodey grimaced, because no, painkillers or not, this just sounded wrong. "Get your own sandwich, Tony," Rhodey replied before Steve had the chance to jump in and offer to make a sandwich for his boyfriend.

"Un-freaking-believable," Tony said, raising his one arm up in a dramatic gesture, that admittedly looked a lot less dramatic. "How many times do I have to almost die for this planet to get some respect around here, not mentioning getting a sandwich-"

"Okay, okay!" Rhodey went back to the kitchen isle, opening the fridge and taking out some deli meat, cheese and mayo, putting it all on a slice of rye bread.

"Don't forget the pickles," Tony called, smiling sweetly when Rhodey send him a sour look.  With two plates with sandwiches on, Rhodey walked to the couch, handing Tony one of them.

"Thanks!" Tony beamed a smile and grabbed the sandwich, standing up from the couch and walking away, Rhodey looking after him with a scoff. Tony made it over to Bucky and set next to him instead, too close and not having any issues with barging into Bucky's personal space. He put the sandwich in his mouth and used his free hand to urge the former soldier to put his bionic arm closer for inspection.

Steve put the end of the pencil to his lips and chewed it in thoughts, watching everyone in the room. Rhodey took Tony's place on the couch and bit into the sandwich, while Tony ran his hand delicately over the vibranium lines in Bucky's bionic arm, asking questions in a sandwich obscured hum, Bucky answering the best he could, trying to decipher the words. Steve kept looking in Tony's and Bucky's direction, his heart happy with seeing his boyfriend and best friend being on speaking terms. Still, he would prefer if Bucky was nicer to Tony, who still was in a delicate state and was recovering. Then he realized that Tony would absolutely hate if someone took pity on him and maybe sarcasm responding to sarcasm what was he needed, and not doting over.

***

In front of the team, Tony was coping remarkably well with a missing arm and scarred face. Just sometimes there were situations that gave him more troubles.

Steve heard a thud, when something heavy fell into the sink, a curse following. He waited for another sound and soon heard another thud.

"Babe?" he called in the direction of the adjoined bathroom. "You okay?" he asked, deciding to stay in bed for the time being.

"M'fine…"

Somehow Tony didn't sound fine. It was hard for Steve to accept, but he had to learn to not barge in whenever he suspected that Tony had troubles with everyday tasks. Tony was still capable of taking care of himself and rarely asked for help, unless it was absolutely necessary. Just something in the tone of his voice told Steve that he could use some help... Throwing the covers away, Steve got out of the bed and peered into the bathroom, leaning over the door frame. Tony was turned away from him and saw Steve in the mirror and smiled weakly. In his left hand, he was holding an electric shaver.

"I have some troubles," Tony admitted in a defeated sigh.

Steve clicked his tongue sympathetically, entering the bathroom. No matter the circumstances, Tony Stark had to keep his trademark goatee impeccable. In the last days, Tony had become nicely scruffed and rough, but it was time to get back to his usual look. Just it turned out to be more difficult than he expected.

"Can I do it?" Steve asked, holding Tony by the chin and examining his face. He didn't want it to sound like he was suggesting that Tony couldn't shave on his own. Steve felt that he needed that moment of closeness too. Just to feel connected to Tony again.

"Yeah," Tony agreed, handing him the electric shaver. Steve took it and put away on the shelf.

"Let's do it the traditional way," he smiled gently at his boyfriend, reaching for a disposable razor and his shaving soap in a ceramic bowl.

"You won't get a sharp cut using that thing," Tony grimaced.

"Try me," Steve kept smiling, almost challenging. How Tony could say no to that?

Tony watched Steve dipping the shaving brush into water and shaking it to get some of the excess water off. Then he rubbed the brush in a circular motion over the soap, creating some paste on the tips.

"Give me your hand," Steve asked and Tony reached his hand out, palm upwards. Dropping a few more droplets of water on his skin, Steve pressed the brush in the middle of the palm and swirled it around until the foam became dense and heavy, almost like whipped cream. With long strokes of fingers, Steve applied the foam over brunet’s jaw and neck and anywhere his face became too scruffy. Tony closed his eyes when the razor slid down his skin, getting the hair off and shaping his beard and mustache. Quiet, clinking sound when Steve rinsed the razor in a bowl of clean water from time to time, resuming the process. Steve took his time, trying his best to recall the shape of Tony's goatee. Tony was leaning into his touch, not wincing even once, putting all his trust in Steve and Steve felt a serene, full of love feeling taking over him. It was so domestic and comforting. When Steve was satisfied with the result, he used a damp towel to wipe his boyfriend’s face clean and patted it dry.

"All done," Steve said proudly. Tony opened his eyes and looked into the mirror.

"Huh," he mused out touching his smooth cheek and jawline. Steve even remembered to leave a thin strip of facial hair there, just like he liked it. "Looks good," he smiled at his reflection, turning around. "Thanks."

"Welcome, babe," Steve smiled, leaning down for a kiss. It wasn't aimed at any spot in particular, but Tony still turned, making sure that it would fall on the left side of his face. When Steve kissed his cheek and straightened up, he looked admittedly a little irritated and a lot heartbroken.

"Sweetheart, you know I don't mind it," Steve whispered, meaning Tony's scarred face and neck. Steve really didn't care. Tony seemed to not care either, just in their intimate moments he seemed a bit more self-conscious.

"I know, I know," Tony grimaced, looking back at Steve, a sorry look in his eyes, "I am just not ready yet," he admitted in a quiet voice.

"Okay," Steve smiled softly, agreeing. "I will wait for you to be ready."

After all, there was no rush.

***

"Tony, lunch is ready, we all are waiting for you -" words got stuck in Steve's throat as soon as he entered Tony's workshop and saw his boyfriend. It seemed almost wrong, after months of living and getting used to one-armed Tony, here he was, standing in front of Steve, one arm flesh and bones, other shiny metal.

Tony smiled brightly, pleased with the stunned reaction. He moved his right arm and spread fingers and closed his fist a few times, showing that he had full control over it. "It is enhanced with vibranium," Tony said and Steve remembered the long talks his boyfriend had with the princess back in Wakanda. "Shuri helped. She gave me the blueprints for Bucky's arm so I went through the design, creating something new. Took a few tries before I was satisfied with the result."

Steve walked closer. He was still in awe and looked at the artificial limb attached to his boyfriend, completely stunned.

"So, I think this is what I will be doing in the nearest future. Creating prosthetic limbs. Of course, not vibranium for safety reasons and not as flashy as this one, or maybe flashy, all depends on the wearer-"

"It is amazing," Steve said breathlessly, wanting to touch it, but not daring to. Luckily, Tony understood the need and reached his prosthetic arm in Steve's direction, making the move slow enough to give him time to move away, if he changed his mind. Steve didn't budge and Tony rested the mechanical palm against his cheek, fingers touching his ear. It felt hard and smooth, but not unpleasant.

"It is warm," Steve said, not expecting that.

"It is temperature controlled. It is set to match my body temperature, but I can make it hotter or colder, up to a point where it can change into a weapon," Tony explained.

Steve put his hand on the artificial wrist and slid his hand down, cupping the elbow. It was smooth and flawless, its dimensions matching Tony's left arm perfectly.

Just…

"Is this your everyday arm?" Steve asked carefully, unsure if he worded himself correctly. The prosthetic was hot red almost up to the elbow, inner arm was gold and the part near Tony's tank top was red again. Almost like in Mark 3. Iron Man classic armor.

"Yeah," Tony laughed, "because I am -"

"Iron Man," Steve finished, smiling with joy. "You are Iron Man."

"I am Iron Man," Tony confirmed a proud note hearable in his voice, before it was gone, replaced by hesitation, "but I was thinking that maybe for a while I could not be Iron Man and you could not be Captain America? That maybe we could settle somewhere calm, maybe in a secluded house near a lake or something-"

And Tony didn't finish, Steve already pulling him into a kiss. He was carried on the moment and cupped Tony's face with both hands, lips meeting long and sweet. When he drew away, his gaze was soft and full of love, but the look was quickly gone when he realized where his hands were.

“Shit, sorry-” Steve said quickly, withdrawing from the touch. To his surprise, Tony stopped him and held his hands in place with his own hands, one palm pressed to healthy skin held by a warm hand, the other to his scarred cheek and ear held by the prosthetic arm. It was a new feeling and a bit confusing, but Steve focused on Tony’s brown eyes and soft lips instead. After all, it was still Tony. His Tony.

"So, that's a yes to my idea, right?" Tony asked after the kiss ended, just to be sure.

Steve only smiled and kissed him once more, whispering 'yes' over and over again.

#endgamefic #endgame fix-it #endgame #stony #tony stark #steve rogers #superhusbands #fix-it #spoiler #fanfic #fanfiction #happy ending #amputee Tony Stark #tw: scars #pepper potts #james rhodey rhodes #Bucky Barnes #peter parker #tony and rhodey brootp #steve and bucky brootp #no tickling #prosthetic

[natashaashleymarvelromanoff]

I’m so glad you’re back - Chapter 14

Chapter 1  chapter 2  chapter 3  chapter 4  chapter 5  chapter 6  chapter 7  chapter 8  chapter 9  chapter 10  chapter 11  chapter 12  chapter 13  chapter 15  Epilogue

so were getting closer and closer to the end!! enjoy this chapter guys because this is what you've all been waiting for!!!

It wasn't even a few seconds before their enemies started to turn to dust right in front of them.

Each one blowing away with the wind until Thanos was the last one left. He looked defeated as he stood watching his army disintegrate and then as he looked down to his arm, where the gauntlet was placed upon it, where the stones should have been, his arm started to turn to dust.

The avengers stood hand in hand as they watched the destruction of their enemies all around them. But as they watched on, they started to let go of each other's hands, not realising they were giving back a bit of that power they had shared to tony.

As each person let go of the chain the power started to consume tony a little bit each time until the power was too much too handle. carol was still holding tony's hand when she felt the energy getting stronger, she looked up and down their link to see people letting go, but if people were letting go it was good for her friend. Shooting her eyes to tony she sees his eyes start to flutter shut, the exhaustion catching up to him.

“Tony!” at the scream of his name, everyone around them starts to look back, just catching a glimpse of the iron man as he collapses to the ground.

Immediately rushing after him carol rips the metal off his suit, leaving a rip in the nanotech and leaving his hand bare. The torn glove now laying on the ground.

Tonys' eyes start to wander as if he is looking for something that isn't there, his pain overtaking him as he leans against a rock.

Peter Parker swings down quickly to his injured mentor, his young brown eyes quickly filling up with tears. He bends down until he's on his knees and leans his hand against tony’s shoulder.

“Mr Stark? It's okay Mr stark we've got you. Your gonna be okay. Mr stark?” as the water trickles down his cheeks peter starts to break down, not even believing his own words even though he wants to believe them.

Coming up behind him, Natasha grabs peters shoulders and gently pulls him away from her oldest friend.

“Tony, its gonna be okay, pepper will be here in a minute.” the redhead swallows, trying to think of what she should say.

“Thank you, for everything you did, for me, for-for um.” Natasha bit her tongue as she was about to mention her son's name. His father was right behind her trying to console the young teenager. This wasn't any way for the father to find out.

A tear falls from steves eyes as he watched the exchange between Natasha and tony. He never even got to apologise or make amends.

Landing on the ground next to them is pepper. She instantly runs to her husband, falling to her knees at the side of him.

“Tony. its gonna be okay, I promise it to be okay, well be okay.”

Their team is now gathered around as they witness the last moments of their friend's life.tony was probably the only one who managed to affect most of the people around them. He had met the guardians before any of them, and now they were watching as they lose him.

Pepper held Tony's hand as they waited, his arm was charred and damaged, probably beyond repair and his energy was starting to fade out. There was nothing they could except wait.

But then running over as quick as she could, Shuri interrupted the silence.

“Wait! We can help him, I just need to get him back to my lab.” hope stated to shine in peppers eyes at the young girl's words. Everyone's eyes lit up. Doctor strange stepped forward-leaning in towards Shuri and tony.

“Your lab? You can help him?

The Wakanda nodded quickly, her eyes straining at the seriousness they portrayed.

“Okay, pepper you and T'Challa grab him.”

The next few seconds were a blur, T'Challa and pepper had grabbed tony and made sure he was secure in their arms as they took him through the portal doctor strange had conjured, nebula had also left with them. Her friend, the friend she was stuck in space with for 3 weeks, the first friend she had made was dying. If there was anything she could do to fix it she would.

The rest of the Avengers and their allies just watched with hope as the 5 people left for Wakanda. The country was famous for its advanced technology and medicine. There was a great chance they could save him.

But before pepper had left, she quickly pulled Natasha to her to ask the redhead to go back to her home. Where both of their young children still were. Happy was there to look after them whilst she and Tony had joined the fight but they needed one of their parents right now, pepper new that morgan would be fine with Natasha whilst she stayed with tony. As much as she wanted to see her daughter, she knew morgan was okay. Tony needed her right now and if anything happened and she wasn't there, pepper would never forgive herself.

And then the avengers stood with 6 fewer members as they carried on.

….

Walking through the portal from the destruction into the clean white lab, T'Challa and pepper pulled Tony's body on top of the medical table. Wakandan doctors and scientists rushed to his aid, quickly administrating sediments and attending to his injuries. Nebulas had watched them sceptically, not trusting them to save her friend, but she had no choice but to let them carry on. And now shes thankful she did.

Shuri soon realised that tony's arm would be irreparable, the tendons and skin damaged beyond repair, even for Wakanda medicine. Their only option would be to remove the arm altogether. Even strange agreed with the assessment, but nebula suggested a different approach. Instead of taking the arm off they could repair it with their technology. She was part cyborg after all. Between herself and Shuri and also the scientists, within a few hours, they had drawn up plans and started to build the pieces they needed to fix tony's arm.

But once they fixed it, it would forever be part technology. Forever a part of tony, just like his reactor used to be.

Even with their advancements, the Shuri and strange both agreed to put tony into a medical coma, just for the next few days until the biological parts accepted the Vibrainuim implants.

….

Once tony, pepper, nebula Shuri T'Challa and doctor strange had left, the rest of the team started to do what they could to help others that were injured and even clean up some areas of mess. They soon called the emergency services too, firemen showing up to put out flames and explosions that the missiles had caused. Paramedic helping the injured as best they can. Jets and choppers with help and even press were instantly on the scene clearing up the rest of the dust and smoke in the air, revealing the oncoming orange hues of the sunset. Their first sunset with everyone back. And it was beautiful.

After making sure all of her friends were okay, Natasha approached thor, taking him to one side so they could speak with at least some privacy.

“Thor I need to go. James and morgan are still at toys and I'm more than sure happy is worried sick. They need me.”

The blonde pulled Natasha in fro a hug, completely understanding what she was implying.

“Its okay Tasha, I understand, were more than capable of taking care of things here now, you should go back to them. And you should take steve with you.” his lips curled slightly in the corner, giving her a smile. After they both pull away, Natasha agrees with him about steve and then heads over to the soldier who was talking to one of the firemen.

“Steve, I need to go. Toyn and pepper… they had a baby when you were gone, her names morgan. Shes with happy right now but I need- I need to go to her and look after her until they can get back.”

“They had a kid? Wow, Okay don't worry, we'll catch a ride from one of the officers and get them as soon as we can. I'll go ask one now.”

“You're coming with me?”

Steve smirks at the redhead and walks closer to her until their inches apart.

“I'm not letting you out of my sight.” Natasha's eyes sparkle at his sweet talk. God she missed him, she missed this, their playful banter, his whispers of sweet nothings. She nods, but before he walks off she tells him one more thing.

“There's something else too. But I have to tell you when we get there.”

Steves brows furrow for a second in worry but he trusts her enough not to be worried. She simply nods and then walks off to find an officer that will take them to the house.

Sam and Bucky watched a few feet away as the two reunited lovers left in a cop car. Sure they knew they had just been reunited but running off together seemed strange, especially after the battle they had just fought. But upon seeing their confused looks, the large green, now intelligent professor hulk they knew as Bruce explained. He explained everything.

About Tony and peppers daughter, about how Natasha had been pregnant when the snap had happened and that she had been raising her and Steve’s son this entire time. Then he explained that’s probably where the soldier and spy had been going.

And strangely enough, after everything they had been through during their years of combat, Battles and war, even this battle with a mad Titan and his alien army. Steve and Natasha having a son shocked them the most. But it did leave them feeling saddened as well. Their best friend had missed out on his own son's life for 5 years. Even though there was no way to help or change what happened they knew Steve would feel guilty about not being there.

….

Once the cop car pulled up on the dirt road along the side of Tony’s house, the two avengers thanked the officer and made their way towards the building, but Natasha froze. Steve had carried on walking not noticing until he looked to his left and realised she wasn't there.

Swivelling in the grass, steve turned back to see Natasha stood a few feet away. He didn't hesitate to walk back over to her, grabbing the sides of her arms gently and searching for her eyes. Steve was confused, he had been lately since returning. He'd been gone 5 years and didn't have a clue what had been happening, but Natasha had confused him the most. It was like she was holding back from him. Biting her tongue. But instead of trying to rush her, he waited until her eyes met his and her hands grabbed onto his own, linking them together.

The spy took a deep breath before she spoke. She had thought about how she would tell him, she had hoped that one day she could, and now she was.

“Listen before we go in, I need to tell you something. The same thing as I needed to tell you before.” her voice was quiet as she titled her head to speak. The soldier just tightened his grip on her hands, letting her know he was right here for her and he wasn't letting go.

“Okay, is everything okay? What is it?”

This was it. The moment she had dreamed about for 5 years. The moment they should have had back then. Natasha took a deep breath, slowly letting it back out as her eyes started to well up slowly.

“Back when Thanos came, in 2018, after he snapped his fingers and you disappeared. We tried for weeks to find a way to bring you guys back and it wasn't until after we got tony back from space that we finally found Thanos. He was on another planet, living out his retirement, we confronted him about the stones he said he'd destroyed them. I was distraught when we came back. It was the worst day and also one ill never forget because I found something out that saved my life. that night when we got back...I found out I was 2 months pregnant.”

Steve listens intently as she explains her story but then His face drops with the eventual realisation of what she was saying to him. She was pregnant? Steve's eyes widened with hope but he was still confused, well more shocked than anything.

“You were pregnant? Wha- why- how is that poss- 2 months? you were pregnant?” Steve stutters his words out, trying to ask too many questions at once but then ultimately asking the one question that mattered.

“Yeah, I was. And he's the best thing that had ever happened to me. And I don't know what I would have done without him.” As she spoke the tears that had welled in her eyes started to fall, tickling her cheeks as they came down. It was true what she had told him, if it wasn’t for James she had no idea what her life would have turned out like. She had lost Steve, Wanda, Sam, half of her life. And she feels guilty to admit it, but during that ride home from Thanos's farm back to earth, after they found out the stones had been destroyed, she didn’t think she had anything to live for. There was nothing left for her. But then she found out about James.

Steve's eyes mirrored hers, tears making their way down his cheeks. He still couldn’t believe it. He had no idea how she managed to lose him and their friends and raise their child and keep going. She was devastated when he had dusted but she did it for their child.

Pulling on Natasha’s hands, Steve pulls her closer to him until their foreheads are touching and his neck is leaned down to meet her height.

“Him? It was a boy? Is-is he here?”

“Yeah, he is.” Natasha smiled at his reaction with her eyes sparkling and the orange sky making them glow. She was holding onto him so tight that she didn’t realise her fingers were practically digging in his skin. She just didn’t want to let him go after finally getting him back.

“Oh god, I have a son, we have a son?”

at his sudden shock and frightened face, Natasha just laughed and bit her lip.

“Yeah we do”

“What’s his name?”

“James, James Samuel Clinton Rogers” the soldier let out a huff of a laugh at his son's name but also smiled at hearing the name of his oldest friend.

“Really, all three of them?”

Natasha shrugged her shoulders and cocked her head to the side as she grinned at him.

“I couldn’t pick, but I knew I had to name him after them, I didn’t even consider anything else”

“You know bucky is never gonna let sam forget this? James? Wow.” Steve is in awe, he hasn’t even met the little boy yet but just hearing his name and what he meant to Natasha was all that he needed for him to know that he loved James with all his heart and being. And having Natasha back at his side again reminded him just how much he loved her too, and learning that she had their child made him love her even more if that was even possible.

Before she can speak he pulls her in once again so he can meet his lips with hers, only sharing their love for a few seconds before they're pulled apart by the sound of a small voice shouting.

“Mommy?!”

Steve’s head instantly shoots up to the sound, his blue eyes falling upon a set of green ones.

On the edge of the porch stood a little boy with blonde hair and green eyes. He pushed on his feet and ran as fast as he could towards Natasha.

Upon hearing her name being called, Natasha gave Steve a content smile and span on her feet, matching her little boys run to meet him in the middle of the grass, until she caught him in her arms and spun him around, pressing kisses over his little face as she held him in her arms.

It felt like forever since she had held her baby in her arms. But it was only yesterday she had brought him over for a sleepover with his best friend. Natasha held him extra close, practically squeezing him, not daring to let another moment go by where she didn’t remember or appreciate it enough.

She would forever be in debt to Clint. He had given her the chance to be able to hold her child again, to be here for him when she came back. Sacrificing his own chance at holding his children and laura again once everyone came back.

“I’m so happy to see you, baby, did you have a good time with Morgan?” His laughter filled the air as she covers his faces in quick kisses but it quickly died down once his mother asked him about his sleepover with his best friend.

‘Yeah, it was great! But uncle Tony and auntie pepper went to fight the bad guy happy told us about so we were scared for a bit but then happy helped us colour!” James’s eyes had not once stopped sparkling as he told his mother about his day. The boy adores his mother, Steve could tell. He reminded him of himself as he watched on. Ever since Steve has been born it has just been him and his mom, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit he had been a mommy’s boy the entire time until the day she died. And now it looked like James was the same.

“I see, well I’m glad you had fun with Morgan baby but you don’t have to worry about uncle Tony.” Natasha’s eyes flicker slightly when she heard that he and Morgan have been sacred when Tony and pepper had gone to fight. But she knew everything would be fine. Shuri was the best and they had Strange and Nebula. Tony would be just fine.

As the young boy looked at his mom he noticed another person stood across the grass. Reaching its golden hour, the sun was shining on the man, making him look more clear for James to see.

“Mommy, who’s that?”

Natasha furrows her eyebrows at James’s question. And turns to look at her soldier.

In James’s little head he thought he knew who it was but he couldn’t be sure. he’s only 4 and a half and had only ever seen pictures of Steve from years ago when the avengers had still been a team and the solider has been clean-shaven and blonder. The man stood a few feet away had a beard, his hair longer and darker, but he looked familiar.

“You don't know who that is?” His mother asked softly, she was just as confused. She had always told her son about his father. Always. Natasha would tell James story’s at night to get him to sleep about her and Steve. Their missions and even when they were off duty. James has loved to hear it, hearing about the brave soldier that his dad was. She had even shown him photos of Steve. From both public files and her own. Pictures from her old phone when they ran missions together, pictures they had when they lived in the tower, she always made sure James knew who his father was, so why didn’t he recognise who he is now?

Seeing the confused look on Natasha’s face is the only thing that has made him feel better about the little boy not recognising him. He knew she would have told James about him. He knew it for a fact. But something must be missing? Natasha was confused too.

“I think I do but he looks different.” Then Natasha smiles sweetly at James finally understanding what he meant. He was so innocent.

“Aah, He looks different huh? Then Why don't go ask him and make sure?”

Natasha leaned over and let James jump back on the ground. He was a bit shy at first but once he looked at the man again he made a move to step forward, his little legs taking him longer to reach Steve.

Watching as James shuffled on the grass to come over to him, Steve bent one knee so he was just a little taller than his son's height and so he could look at him properly. Once James reaches him, his green eyes look up at his. Steve could have gasped, he was the spitting image of him when he was younger. And if Steve’s mother would have been alive she would have thought the little boy was her own son. But even though it was like looking in a mirror or seeing a younger version of himself in the flesh. His eyes were all his mothers. Bright green that sparkles in the light of the sunset.

James kept opening and closing his mouth, a little shy to talk.

“You look like my daddy in the pictures my mommy shows me. But you look different because of your hair and beard”

So that’s why James didn’t recognise him. Smiling at his son who was shuffling on his feet as he spoke, Steve chuckled and played along.

“I do? I guess I'll get rid of my beard and get a haircut then so you always know who I am James.”

“so your really my daddy?” James's eyes lit up at the sound of his name. His dad knew his name!

“Yeah, bud I am.” But then James’s sparkling eyes were replaced with confused ones. He started to bite the inside of his cheek and swayed on his feet. This was his dad! But his mommy had told him that his daddy was gone and uncle Thor told him that he was in Valhalla which was like heaven for heroes like his dad.

Steve’s head whipped up to Natasha when James started to curl into himself again when he was confused. The mother quickly walked over and met her son at his height by kneeling on one knee like Steve. She wrapped her arm around his small shoulders, moved the long bits of hair in his eyes to the side and pulled James into her, comforting him as she tried to explain.

“See James, when we went to fight, we brought everyone back, you know from the incident a few years ago? About how lots of people disappeared because of Thanos as I told you?”

James’s hair flops up and down as he nods.

“Well when we brought everyone back, we got your daddy back too. This is him, James, I know he looks a little different than the pictures I show you huh?”

“A little bit. But it’s okay, I like it” He looks at steve again, reaching his small arm out to touch the hair on his dad's chin. Natasha couldn’t help but keep smiling as she watched her son. To be perfectly honest, it was her favourite look on him, god she had missed that beard.

“Me too”

Suddenly James pulls his arm back from Steve and jumps into his arms. Steve was nearly knocked over by the sudden hit of the little body crashing into him. James wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck and tightened them together so he was clinging on. And Steve was more than happy to return the hug with just as much power. It felt amazing. Having his son in his arms for the first time and his son accepting him too. He didn’t even know he had a son until a few minutes ago but he knew the instant he found out that James would be everything to him. Both James sand Natasha meant the world to him.

“I’m so glad you’re back daddy, mommy missed you a lot.” Steve huffed out a laugh as he stroked the back off James’s hair. Tears running down his cheeks. It was surreal, it really was.

“I'm glad I'm back too bud. And I missed her just as much.” Steve looked towards Natasha as he spoke to James, trying to tell both James and her that he had missed her. The soldier unwrapped one arm from around his son and held it out for Natasha to come closer and join the two in a hug, which she gladly does. After Steve has both Natasha and James in his arms, he places a gentle kiss to each of their foreheads. Savouring the moment in his memory forever. His first memory of both Natasha and James, and the three of them together.

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[taterjoseph]

Loss

This is another one of my sad ass Erik stories. This one deals with loss, and if any of you have truly lost a loved one, I send out my condolences. It's really hard when someone is taken away from us so soon, especially when it sudden. All we can really do is hope for an afterlife, and that they have found peace

Bitch don’t hate on me cause your nigga finally realized your fat ass ain’t worth his time and decided to get with a real bitch.

Those were some of the last words she had heard from her cousin before she was reduced to what was probably ash in the blazing inferno that was likely plastered over every major news network in Oakland. As tears slid down her cheeks, she shook her head, imagining all the making up they could have done. It didn’t have to be that way, they could’ve talked about it.

As she buried her head in her hands, she took a deep breath. It would be hard having to face her auntie, knowing that she had fought with her cousin less than an hour before she had begged and pleaded for her not to get in the car with her ex. She didn’t even know how everything had gone so wrong, they grew up so close. He was drunk, but Kadejah didn’t listen. She was drinking and all she could get out of the situation was, don’t leave with my ex. Bouncing her leg, she pushed her curly hair out of her face, ignoring her phone ringing for the fifth time.

It was Erik, there was no doubting it. She knew from his ringtone that it was him. He was the only person in her contacts list that had a personalized ringtone, one he set for himself. She couldn't move, she couldn’t do anything. Kadejah was gone and it was all her fault. Despite what anyone said, she couldn’t help but feel like she could have done more to protect her younger cousin, to stop her from getting in that car.

It had always been like the two years that separated the two of them were decades apart. Gina was always the older, more mature cousin who protected her little cousin from bullies, whereas Kadejah was the younger hothead who was always into trouble. There were many times when their mothers had to separate the two due to their very hot natures coming into the forefront.

As they got older, things seemed to change. They began running with different crowds, seeing different people, and all of a sudden, it was like they were worlds apart. Kadejah began hanging with a bad crowd, got involved with drugs, and the rest was history, but through it all, Gina never turned her back on her. She always tried to get her clean clothes, food, clean needles once she realized that pushing her to stop wouldn’t help her, anything that would help her cousin live an easier life.

Kadejah’s life was hard, that much was almost an understatement. She remembered the times when she and her cousin would have to share clothes because her mother would just drop her off and not come back for months. She remembered when they were younger, and Kadejah would come back with cigarette burns on her arms, dirty clothes, and was too small for anyone’s liking. It was just a bad situation that she would always ask her mother why they couldn’t get her out of, but her mother said the best thing you could do for someone is to help them along the way, and slowly urge them where they need to be. She said that forcing them was more of a hindrance than a help, and she would learn that as she got older.

When her aunt got clean, there seemed to be no one happier about the situation than Gina. Kadejah as happy for it to just be her and her mother, no strange men in and out, no drugs. This lasted for a while, but as many understood, nothing was permanent and her aunt had relapsed in less than five years.

At that point, Gina’s mother had had enough and filed for sole custody of Kadejah from her sister, and she got it. Her cousin finally had a stable home, but by that point, it only served to make her behavior worse. She would act out because despite it all, she missed her mother and she wanted to go home, but her aunt just wasn’t giving her that.

But through it all, they loved Kadejah. She was family and they were not going to give up on her or her mother, and that was it. No matter who said they were washing hands they'd never even dirtied with them, Gina and her mother stood firm.

Her phone ringing again reached her ears, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer it. She’d been in the same spot for hours, saying that she needed to get up, to let her family know that she was okay, to let Erik know she was okay. He was all the way in Wakanda, there was no way for her to really call him aside from the Kimoyo beads she had in her room, sitting on her bedside table.

It had been twelve hours. Twelve hours since she’d been dragged away from the car that contained the charred remains of her cousin and ex-boyfriend. She’d kicked, screamed, and fought until two firemen had to literally carry her off of the scene. Her aunt was there, screaming and begging God to take her, to miraculously save Kadejah, but it was too late. She was gone and they were left to mourn her.

Gigi.

Her final words. They’d come out in a scream that she hoped to never remember, but would likely follow her for the rest of her life. Never had something so nostalgic sent such a horrid chill up her spine. It was her childhood nickname, and only Kadejah could call her that. She hoped to never hear it again. As her phone rang again, Erik’s face coming up on the screen for the twenty-third time, she reached for it, trying to gather herself before tapping the screen, his face coming into focus.

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Twenty-three times. He had called Gina twenty-three times since he’d heard about the accident at Coco Loco, a local nightclub his girlfriend attended and told him she was excited to be at. There was some twerk contest her cousin was in and she was going to support her.

He’s remembered the huge stacks of ones she’d gotten from the bank, as well as the smile on her face as she talked about how she knew her cousin was going to win the first prize, $10,000, which would be used to pay for her rent up to her lease and a new wardrobe. He’d joked that Gina should have gotten on the stage to guarantee that they got the money and she’d laughed for almost ten minutes. After that, they said their goodbyes and he hung up.

For twenty-three calls, he thought that was the last time that he ever saw her smile, which was why he showed his ass until T'Challa got a jet by the time the tenth rolled around. They were somewhere around New York when she finally picked up, and he has never felt more relieved in his life.

”Aye man, don't ever scare me like that, I was worried as fuck about you!” He was met with nothing but silence, the playful smirk falling from his face. ”Gigi?” And that's when it came.

He's heard Gina cry before, but he’d never heard her cry like that before. It just didn't sound right. That cry came from a place that both great happiness and sorrow came from, and it seemed like Gina was experiencing the latter.

She didn't say anything, just sobbed for what felt like an hour or two. Then, she was silent. She’d sniff occasionally, so he knew she was here, but for the next four hours, she said nothing and he didn't make her, he just listened, lifting his head every time it looked like she was going to say something, to let her know he was listening, but she could be see him anyway.

When they lowered the jet somewhere around the state line, he hung up his phone, running his hands through his hair. They had about a half hour until they would make it home and he honestly didn't know what the fuck to do, to say. He didn't even know what happened. Pulling out his phone, he decided to do a little looking, not having really done any since he called her six hours before. It took him a good twenty minutes of finding before anything good came up, and when he did, he felt dread pool at the pit of his stomach.

It was on Worldstar, Fox 2 still being vague about what happened. It showed the video of what happened, and there were people everywhere, doing their best to help the situation.

”Gina, get back! It's gone burn yo ass up!” He caught a flash of pink, the dress that Gina had worn that night, that she still had on. She was kneeling by the vehicle, which was flipped over. She seemed to be trying to reach in, to help someone out. He couldn't hear what she was yelling over the crowd’s panicked noise, but he definitely could see the fire. It was at the bottom, likely spreading, but he could tell no one was really hurt yet. She was trying to open the door, but it seemed to be locked, so she took her purse and beat on the window, but nothing seemed to work.

”Gina!” The fire was spreading know, and there was a very small window of time for Gina to move before things went to shit. The sirens had sounded and firemen were forcing their way through the crowd, but Gina paid them no mind, still hammering away at the window with desperation. She was saying something, but he couldn't hear her over the noise.

He then watched the firemen drag his girlfriend off of the scheme, and she was fighting them tooth and nail to get back. It even got to the point where she was beating one of the two firemen with her clutch while the other one held her ankles, all whole bucking her body to get them off of her. He wanted to be angry, but Gina was stubborn and would probably have rather burned up. That car looked very familiar, though.

”No,” she screamed over and over again, a female police officer and an ambulance worker having to come over and hold her down so that she didn't run towards the fire.

He kept hearing the same name over and over again.

Kadejah.

Kadejah was the name of Gina’s cousin and he wished he had nicer things to say about her. No matter how he tried to put it, Kadejah was far from who Gina thought she was. Or at least he hoped she was, because he couldn’t even look at the two and think they were even friends, let alone cousins.

The last time he had seen Kadejah, it had been at Gina’s birthday party. She showed up drunk, got into an argument with her mother, and threw Gina’s entire birthday cake at the woman before storming out. That night, he and Gina spend six hours, roaming the streets of Oakland to find her. When they did, she was so high, she could barely form coherent sentences, and she pissed all over his expensive leather seats. Gina apologized over and over again before taking her cousin to her house and putting her to sleep. The next morning, Kadejah was gone, as well as about $300 worth of random shit Gina had laying around.

Now, he felt bad. Despite her being addicted to drugs, Kadejah was misunderstood, and he knew that. Now, it looked like her life was over before she could even turn it around.

When Okoye lowered the jet in the parking lot of Gina’s apartment complex, he didn’t even wait for the safety steps, opening the hatch and flying up the stairs, just to see that her door was ajar, and the sorrowful sobs poured out into the hallway.

When he stepped in, he saw Gina’s mother clutching to her daughter as if her life depended on it, rocking her from side to side as she wept. She barely spared him a glance, running her hands along Gina’s arms as she whispered consoling words in her ear.

“Come on, Baby. You need to eat something. All this crying gone make you sick.” Judging by the faint odor coming from the pile of towels in the hallway, she’d already made herself sick.

“No,” she whispered pathetically, her hands covering her mouth, almost as if her mother was trying to force feed her the sandwich sitting in the countertop. His heart broke as he watched her bury her face in her arms, her chest heaving as she pushed more sobs out, her arms trembling under the weight of her upper body. He couldn't bear to see her that way, gently pushing the older woman out of the way as he scooped her into his arms, feeling her tears wet the front of his shirt.

”I gotchu, Ma,” he whispered as he pulled her closer to him, rubbing soothing circles in her back.

Losing Kadejah was going to be hard on Gina, but he would help her through it. He couldn't imagine what it felt like to lose a sibling, someone so close to him, and he couldn't even fathom it. She was feeling a pain he hoped to never experience.

”Come on, Ma. You gotta get up.” Standing, he hoisted her into his arms, carrying her over to the kitchen table, the sandwich sitting there. Within the next ten minutes, she had taken three bites, managing to keep it down. It wasn't much, but it was something. It was the first step on a long road to recovery, but he would be damned if she got lost along the way.

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Endgame Fix-It Fic

THERE ARE HUGE ENDGAME SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, BEWARE!!!

Hope this helps. This is now cannon for me. Thank you.

Pain. What a simple word. Four letters, not even a second to say it out loud. And yet, these four letters could mean so much. He'd thought he knew what pain was. Fair assumption, for someone like him, right? After all, there weren't many people that could say they knew what getting their heart ripped out while they were awake felt like. Lucky him, he knew; even luckier, he knew, because it had happened multiple times. He'd known all sorts of pain throughout his life. The aches and bruises after he'd been too much of a smartass, according to his father – and god, what a fucking irony this was! The dull headache that came after a night spent drinking to forget. The broken bones, open wounds, near-death experiences that being Iron Man enticed. The devastating pain of losing a loved one. Of watching him disintegrate, right in front of his eyes, and being unable to do anything about it. Yeah, he'd thought he knew pain. Like an old friend, maybe; like something he was still afraid of, but knew he could deal with. God, what an idiot he'd been.

What he'd known wasn't pain. It was mere prickles, small slaps on his skin, compared to this. His entire body burned, like he was being lit on fire, his right arm turning red, then black, right in front of his eyes. His knees buckled and he screamed, rage, pain, despair, everything mixed into one inhuman yell. He wanted this to stop; god, make it stop. But the moment stretched, seconds turning into interminable hours, his body convulsing from sobs and pain, unthinkable pain, his knees buckling, sending him face-down into the dusty floor. He could barely see anymore; just flashes of light, a shadow moving far away. So he closed his eyes. Whispered in a broken voice "three thousand times, ladybug". Pictured his daughter. Sweet, funny, adorable, smart Morgan. This hurt more than anything. The thought of leaving her behind, of only having had five perfect, but so short, years with her. He'd been looking forward to so many things with her. Watching stars, getting her to ride a pony like she'd begged for weeks, watching her grow, watching her smile, watching her talk, watching her learn, watching her love, watching her happy. Hearing "hi daddy! " every morning and never, ever getting tired of it. Saying I love you, and thinking it, unconditionally, with his whole being. Knowing his life finally made some sense. A tear made its way down his face, leaving a clear path through blood, dirt, sweat. No. Please, no. Please. No.

And then, just as he was thinking his final goodbyes, just as the brightness of his daughter's smile, the tenderness of Pepper's eyes, the pride Rhodey felt, all flashed in front of his eyes, in an endless moment of pain, sadness and happiness, then, there was a hand grasping his. The fire spread through his body and he could feel the stones' power moving from him to whoever was there, spreading, the pain going from unbearable to simply extreme. Suddenly, it felt like he could breathe again, and he did just so, taking a breath that sounded more like a gasp, jerking on the floor. Turning his head, slowly, oh, so slowly, to see who was there. Pepper. No, he tried to say, but his voice had left him, and he just mouthed the word. Could do nothing but watch as Pepper nodded next to him, and he could almost picture her smiling, that small sad thing she did when she knew there was no other choice. NO, he yelled, internally, but couldn't do anything. No, no, no, please, please, take me, but not her. Not her. Not her, he thought as Pepper slid to her knees, her body jerking, lit up with a billion sparkles.

And then Rhodey was there. His hand in his charred, burned black one, a bright flare of pain that he ignored because – Rhodey. This was a nightmare. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, goddamit. Let him die, let him go, just him. Not his family. He tried, weakly, to take his hands out of theirs, but their grip was unyielding, like it's always been. We're here, Tony, it said, without needing any word. We're here and we chose to be.

A shadow, just in front of him. He looked up, recognised the red and blue. Don't do that, kid. Please, don't. I just got you back. But he was so powerless – once again, all he could do was watch as Peter kneeled next to Rhodey, grasped the colonel's hand, and gasped as the power flew through him, instantly lighting up his suit, a bright flare of colours that could have been artistic in any other circumstances.

Next to him, Pepper gasped, and he closed his fingers tight on hers, tried to summon the power back to him, to save her, but instead, it spread even more. Flew to Nebula, who was watching him, her gaze so reminiscent of the intense one she had when they were playing their stupid game, when she was watching over him as he slept and waited to die. How ironic. Sparks flew over her metal body, and her eyes closed as she fell down, never once letting go of Pepper's hand, never once faltering or hesitating.

Shadow after shadow, their little circle grew. Rocket raced up to them, stopped for a second, and then slid over next to Nebula, just as Groot was joining him. Both of them kneeled, braced for impact.

The pain had abated – still there, still burning, boiling his blood, turning his bones to burning wood – and he watched in wonder as still more people joined them. Quill. Gamora. Drax. Thor joined the Guardians, his beard and hair flowing majestically as he braced for the power to hit him, Stormbreaker lighting up like a bright flare of lightning at his feet. Clint ran up to them, let his quiver fall next to him, looked up at the sky, mouthed for you, and grasped Thor's hand. Then Bruce was there, looking majestic and scary when the power of the stones flew through him, bathing his skin in a green light.

Steve came running up, his face bloody and bruised, but still the same determination in his eyes. Bucky was just there, right there behind him, and despite the history between him and Tony, there was not a second of doubt as he took Steve's hand and waited for Sam to join them, his vibranium arm sending sparks everywhere. Scott was suddenly appearing, shrinking from his superhuman size, and Strange was right behind him, looking Tony into the eyes and raising just one finger. One possibility. One. The sorcerer's smile was so gentle, tears started spilling out again.

T'Challa was there too, holding Okoye's hand tight, not protesting when Shuri joined them. Valkyrie slid off her winged horse, a smile on her face.

Then Carol was there, scarily powerful, and she kneeled right in front of Tony, smiled to him so brightly that Tony had to close his eyes again. Her hands were on his bloody face, and he felt unbelievable heat go through him as her fingers linked behind his neck. She was whispering, words that Tony couldn't and wouldn't make out, but he felt his whole body start to tingle, and could feel his friends – his family – reacting to it all around him. Light surrounded them all, unbearably bright, and he closed his eyes tight, braced for impact, for whatever was about to happen. The battle kept going on all around them, yet everything was so silent, frozen still, as if the world was waiting to see which side the balance would tilt on. A flash of lightning and thunder shook the earth all around them, and Tony instinctively tucked his head towards his chest to protect himself. And then he waited. Waited. Opened his eyes. Turned his head. Saw Pepper watching him, the helmet off.

Hope. Four letters. Hope. So many possibilities.

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[flerkin-marvelous]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Carol Danvers/Yon-Rogg Characters: Yon-Rogg (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Nick Fury, Minn-Erva (Marvel), Bron-Char (Marvel), Att-Lass (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Hulk (Marvel), Venom, Eddie Brock, T'Challa (Marvel), M'Baku (Marvel) Additional Tags: Mind Rape, Amnesia, Alternate Universe, Violence, Romance, Character Death, Monica Rambeau - Freeform, Supreme Intelligence - Freeform, Talos - Freeform, Anelle - Freeform, Mar-vell - Freeform, rocket - Freeform, Groot - Freeform Series: Part 1 of Infinity and Beyond Summary:

The Skrulls have infiltrated Earth, so Earth has reached out to Hala for assistance. The Supreme Intelligence has dispatched Yon-Rogg and his team to assist as requested by Fury much to Carols disdain.

[mthofferings2018]

knice

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Riri Williams/Viv Vision - 616 Sam Alexandar & Kamala Khan & Miles Morales - 616 Loki & Thor - MCU Bruce Banner or Hulk/Thor - MCU, 616 M'Baku/T'Challa - MCU Eddie Brock/Symbiote - MCU, 616 Peter Parker & Tony Stark - MCU Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - MCU Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU Tony Stark/Stephen Strange - MCU Relationship exceptions: no incest, age gap, age down/up

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I can provide a full illustration painting. Usually I come up with multiple sketch options; you can choose the one with your favorite composition and I'll get started on that. Because I'm still in school, most of my painting and rendering will be done over the weekend. Please feel free to ask for as many WIPs as you'd like! In addition, if you'd like to request a chibi add-on (so basically that means the full illustration + the little ones) (examples here: https://starsknice.wixsite.com/shhh/chibi), please donate at least 10 dollars over the original bidding price. Thank you!

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Ifetayo Munroe T'Challa. Storm's wicked evil sister. Also a descended from a long line of African witch-priestesses. Char #SOPHIHalloween2019 #Halloween #Costume #Witch #African #Wicked #HalloweenParty #IAmSOPHI #WeAreSOPHI #WerkTwerkSlay (at Wearesophi) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4RxgIdJR5r/?igshid=10pc8oyjpyy5y

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TumblrFrostbite's Crossover AU Message: If King T'Challa had gained a yellow power ring (if it came to him while he was striking fear upon some terrorists), what would his reactions be to getting one? And what happens if Sinestro came to him and explained what just happened? Note: This scenario would happen in a universe where Marvel and DC chars co exist with each other.

Just like with the Green Lantern ring Question you asked me, T'Challa would not be interested in joining an intergalactic force that patrols sectors and enforces doctrines. T'Challa is the Warrior King/Pope/Chief Scientist/Chief Strategist/generally the Grand-High Poo-Ba of Wakanda. Wakanda is the wealthiest country on the planet, and T'Challa is -by far- the wealthiest character in all of comics. Any publisher, any character: T'Challa has more money and power than them. Sinestro showing up and giving T'Challa the orientation speech would not change any of that. T'Challa told Namor - to his face - that he would kill him because of Namor's actions as part of the Phoenix 5. Namor made the mistake of not taking him seriously. Right before Secret Wars happened, T'Challa stabbed Namor in the stomach and kicked him out of a spaceship that was fleeing a soon-to-explode planet. So it's not only that Sinestro would have nothing of interest to offer T'Challa. It's also that Sinestro would be well advised to be very polite to T'Challa.