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sunmoonandeddie · 4 years

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feelings are fatal (16/24)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 3,336

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing, violence, heavy kissing

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a/n: Here we go, y’all. Sorry it’s taken me so long. Also... surprise!

“What are we going to do?” You clung to Bucky’s side as a girl might cling to her boyfriend after a long day at the amusement park, resting your head against his shoulder.

He shook his head, feigning as though he was looking for the car.

In reality, he was looking for an exit that wasn’t swarmed with HYDRA agents. You two couldn’t go back since there were even more looking for you in there.

Even with your costume change, you didn’t look that different from before.

It also didn’t help that your mind was still reeling from the kiss. Sure, you had said that it was because PDA makes people uncomfortable and sure, you probably wouldn’t have kissed him otherwise because Lord knows how the last time you kissed him went, but–

You shook your head to clear your mind of the memory. You could replay the kiss later, right now you needed to get out of here safely.

And the sooner that you two got out of there, the sooner that Morgan and Pepper and the others would be safe.

God, it was all your fault. You should’ve known that it wasn’t a good time for you to be going out with them. Not with everything that had been happening. With the way HYDRA had apparently been targeting you, you shouldn’t have been with them.

“Hey. Stop that.”

You looked up at Bucky to find his icy blue eyes already on you. “What?”

He wrapped his arm around you as he went back to looking for an exit. “You’re in your head.”

Fuck. Sometimes you forgot how well he could read you.

“There’s no way Pepper or the others blame you,” he said, his hand rubbing your arm soothingly over his jacket that you were currently wearing. “It’s not your fault, malen’kaya, so stop blaming yourself.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging his hip with yours as you wove through the cars. “How’d you know?”

“Because your brain is remarkably good at convincing you that everything that goes wrong is somehow caused by something you did and it makes you feel like a failure.”

Well. Shit.

You huffed as he let out a laugh, squeezing you tight. “But I’ll always be here to tell you otherwise.”

You rolled over for the eighth time in twenty minutes, sighing as you tried to find a comfortable position. The digital clock on the nightstand read 3:18 AM and you didn’t think you were going to be able to fall asleep anytime soon.

Natasha slept soundly beside you, her gear thrown over the chair on the other side of the bed, along with yours.

It had been a rough few weeks sleeping on the quinjet, and you’d all finally stopped at a sleazy motel if only so all of you could rest for more than three hours at a time.

And yet, you hadn’t gotten a wink.

Your hand covered your mouth as you stifled a giggle, seeing the sight in the other bed in the room.

Sam, Steve, and Bucky were all crowded into one full sized bed.

The argument that had first happened over sleeping arrangements when you got the room had been exhausting. Steve hadn’t wanted to splurge on two rooms and didn’t want the lot of you to be separated. Wanda and Vision were already in a motel a few miles away, getting some much needed alone time.

There had been several different sleeping combinations that you all talked about and subsequently fought about. There was Steve, Sam, and you, or Steve, Bucky, and you, but Steve didn’t want you sleeping with another man in the bed, even though you’d pointed out how ridiculous it was. Then there was the possibility of Steve, Natasha, and you, but Natasha had quickly pointed out that she didn’t want the blond super soldier trying to make out with you (something he was prone to do when you managed to get a motel room) while she was in the same bed.

And so, Natasha and you, the two smallest members of your current team, claimed one bed to yourself while the three men (two of which were the size of river barges) took the other.

They looked like sardines in a can. Steve was in the middle, sleeping on his side since the two others were prone to arguing. Sam was on the side closest to your bed, his mouth hanging open and showing off the cute gap between his teeth. Bucky was on the side nearest the window, his metal arm hanging off the side of the bed and his dark brown hair covering his face. The comforters that they’d been sharing were half hanging off the bed.

You’d had to go down to the front desk to ask for those extra blankets since you were the least recognizable Avenger.

You’d also been the one to get the room while the others snuck in through a back hallway. They wouldn’t be too happy to know that there were actually five people in the tiny two bed instead of just two like you told her.

Carefully, you slipped out of the bed, glancing back to make sure that you didn’t wake Natasha. But she didn’t so much as stir, too deep in sleep to notice the lack of your warmth.

The cheap carpet was rough under your feet as you tiptoed to the glass doors that led out to the balcony. You had to take extra care with the curtain that had been shut tight. The glass door opened with a soft clink, opening surprisingly smoothly.

The cool night air was a welcome reprieve as you leaned against the railing, looking down at the small pool that was lit up a fluorescent blue. There was a small diving board and slide that looked like they’d been built in the seventies.

You closed your eyes as you relished in the feeling of the window tangling through your hair. You were close to the ocean, you knew that much. Maybe Florida? The seashell comforters and shower curtain definitely pointed to yes.

“You’ll catch your death out here.”

You jumped, turning to see Bucky standing in the doorway. He was illuminated only by the light from the pool and the moon above. The metal of his arm was hidden by his henley, his hand glinting in the light before he shoved it in the pocket of his sweatpants.

“I don’t know how you can wear that,” you said absentmindedly. “Since, you know, you and Steve run hot. And there’s three of you in a bed.”

He shrugged, coming to stand next to you. He made sure to stand on your left, so his right arm was the one closest to you.

He probably didn’t think you would notice.

“I don’t like the cold,” he said, his voice a mere whisper in the night wind.

“Maybe you should retire here,” you said with a faint smile. “Warm sand, sunny beaches.”

“It rains all the time.” He leaned against the railing, his metal fingers clinging softly against the metal. “And New York is home.”

Swallowing, you looked down at the rippling water in the pool. “I’m sorry you got dragged into all of this. I know you just want to go home.”

“Not your fault.” He bit his lip as he followed your gaze. Before all the HYDRA stuff, he’d have jumped in and pulled you with him.

But he wasn’t that man anymore.

Being so close to Bucky sent your heart pounding, and you were desperately hoping that he couldn’t hear it.

Or if he could, that he wouldn’t think you were afraid of him.

“What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get back to New York?” You asked, rocking back and forth on your heels. “Like, when all of this is over?”

“Nap,” he said.

It took you a moment to realize he was making a joke, and you snorted, covering up your mouth.

He seemed delighted in your giggles, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “I want a real New York hot dog. From a street vendor. And covered in relish, ketchup, and mustard. And then I’m gonna take myself to the cinema and spend an entire day watching movies.”

“Mind if I join you?” You asked with a weak grin. “I haven’t been to the movies in… Well, in forever.”

“Doesn’t Steve ever take you?”

“He was always too busy.”

Which was true. There was always some mission to go on, some meeting to attend, some paperwork to finish.

“I kept promising to wait to watch movies with him, and then he was never able to go,” you said, frowning as you realized just how often you made plans with your boyfriend, only for him to cancel for work.

“That’s… awful,” Bucky said. His voice was so low and gravelly, almost like a purr. He was looking at you as though he was about to say something more, but he just turned his face back to the pool.

You rubbed one ankle against the other, trying to hide how sad it actually made you. “I knew what I was getting into when I started dating him. Captain America comes first. Always has.”

“I…” Bucky broke off, shaking his head. His jaw clenched in frustration. “That’s ridiculous.”

“It is what it is.”

“We’re running out of time,” you said, half to yourself and half to Bucky.

The HYDRA agents were starting to close in, searching the rows of cars.

“Bucky,” you said softly, your heart racing.

“I know. I’m thinking,” he snapped, clearly stressing out.

It wasn’t like either of you to panic over an ambush, but you’d never had to worry about Morgan or the other kids before.

“We could try the kiss thing again,” he said.

You tripped, catching yourself on his arm. “You want…”

The HYDRA agents were drawing closer and closer.

“Just go with it,” he said as he tried the door of the SUV parked to your left.

Thank God, it was unlocked.

He pulled you inside, the leather seats squeaking under you two. Through the front windshield, you got a glimpse of two agents coming up to the car.

Right as they got closer, Bucky pulled you to him, his lips meeting yours. This kiss was much different than the one inside the park.

It was… passionate. Raw.

His hands held your face so gently, though. You wavered, the strength of the kiss starting to knock you backwards. He wrapped one arm around your waist, dipping under the jacket and holding you tight to his chest. You could feel every ridge of his steel arm through the thin fabric of your shirt.

He carefully maneuvered the two of you so he was sitting down and you were straddling his lap.

A fire spread under your skin from where he was touching you, lighting up your nerves.

Without thinking, you rolled your hips down against his, eliciting a deep groan from the super soldier. His metal arm tightened around you, squeezing you to him. His lips trailed from yours, attacking your neck and nipping at your ear. There was something suspiciously hard pressing into your leg, but you couldn’t stop to… properly investigate.

You were vaguely aware of the two HYDRA agents peering into the windows, their chatter barely audible over the feelings in your head.

“Just a couple sneaking in a quickie,” one of them said, seemingly a little embarrassed by the fact that he had looked in on the two of you.

A whimper escaped your lips as Bucky squeezed your hip, leaning his forehead against yours. He seemed to be just as breathless as you, his chest heaving.

“We should… We should wait a little longer before we leave,” you said, your hands resting on his chest.

He nodded, his nose brushing against yours. The bill of his hat knocked softly against your forehead. “Yeah… Yeah.”

The two of you sat there, neither of you daring to move. The air was hot and thick with tension.

A giggle fell from your lips and you hid your mouth, your eyes crinkling as you looked down at Bucky.

“What is it?” He asked, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

“Natasha would be so proud of our spy skills right now,” you said, breaking out into laughter.

He quickly followed after, his body shaking from the strength of it. His chest vibrated as you leaned your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “She would.”

And the strangest thing, was that Steve hadn’t crossed your mind once.

“I think this is the most quiet we’ve gotten in months,” you said, breaking the soft quiet of the car. The atmosphere had shifted, going from being fiery hot to soft and sweet, tender.

“That’s because Sam isn’t here,” Bucky said, running his fingers through your hair carefully.

“Shush, he’s your best friend.”

“So are you.”

Biting your lip, you nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “You’re my best friend, too… Though Morgan might be a little more best than you.”

He smirked, holding you tightly. “As long as it’s Morgan, I’m okay with that.”

Speaking of the kid, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, groaning as you saw a slew of text messages.

From: Pepper

Let me know when you two are safe.

From: Pepper

Hello?

From: Pepper

Are you two okay?

From: Pepper

What’s going on?

From: Pepper

I will call the police and report you two as missing if you don’t answer your goddamn phone.

Bucky chuckled as he read the texts, shaking his head. “She’s in full mom mode.”

“Yeah, but you’re a hundred year old man. If anyone has a mom mode, it should be you,” you teased.

“You’re a minx,” he said as he helped you gently off of him, setting you on the seat beside him.

You straightened out your hair and your clothes, suddenly remembering that you had just been grinding on him a few minutes before. “We should go,” you said as you peered out of the windows, not spotting any HYDRA agents.

“Yeah,” he said, coughing and readjusting the hat on his head.

Biting your lip, you took a moment to just look at him.

You’d found yourself doing that a lot lately. Just looking at him.

He was pretty. Of course, you knew that already. You’d known that since you first met him.

Even when he was all dirty and greasy and more often than not, blood-splattered, he was gorgeous. He was sexy and dangerous and it made you want to be rebellious.

But now, there was something softer to him. There was a kindness in his eyes that hadn’t been there when you were a teenager.

There was a love in your heart that wasn’t there when you were a teenager.

The love that you had for him all those years ago had been a puppy love. Young and fresh. You were clinging onto the one person that protected you, had guided you.

But this… The love that was burning in your heart for the man sitting next to you was something completely different.

It was fiery and passionate and all consuming and holy shit, you were so in love with him.

You could try to tell yourself that it was just like, that you were just in like with him, but you would be lying.

But with that fire, there was a comfort. You knew that he was the person you could turn to about everything. He was the one that you wanted to tell everything to, every dirty little secret, every bit of joy that you found in the new world that had been created after the Blip.

He was your joy.

Your eyes burned as you felt tears rim your eyes, and you quickly turned away as you dried your eyes.

“Ready?”

You turned back to him, your eyes still stinging just a little. “Yeah.”

But you watched, almost in slow motion, as he lunged for the door behind you. “WATCH OUT!”

The doors on either side of you swung open, revealing HYDRA agents that had been hiding out of your sight.

“RUN,” Bucky shouted at you as he punched at the man behind you.

But it was all a blur, and you were in such a small space.

How could this have happened?

You were almost on auto pilot as Bucky managed to get out of the van with you, his hand in yours as the two of you bolted.

How could you have been so reckless?

Your feet pounded against the pavement as he pulled you forward. The two of you were dodging bullets as the agents raced after you.

“Malen’kaya, you have to run left, okay?” Bucky said as you ran.

Suddenly you were grateful for being forced into five in the morning runs for several years.

“Do you hear me?!”

“Yes!” You shouted back, though you were confused as to what was going to happen.

“Remember that day you kissed me?” He squeezed your hand, though he didn’t risk glancing back at you. Bullets were ricocheting off of the cars. “Head for that spot. I’ll meet you there as soon as possible.”

“Don’t leave me,” you said, shaking your head as you clung to him. There was a panic rising in your chest like a tidal wave.

“I have to. But I’ll come back, I swear. I’ll find you.” He did glance back at you then, making you realize that there were tears in his eyes. “I promise. It’ll all be okay.” He swallowed, dodging a Ford Focus. “Ready?”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded.

“On three.”

You could do this.

“One.”

You were trained for this.

“Two.”

Besides, Bucky said it would be okay.

“One.”

He would find you. He promised.

The two of you bolted in opposite directions, much to the confusion of the agents.

As you kept running, you were glad to note that there were no civilians in sight. Someone must’ve sounded an alarm and gotten them to stay out of the way.

Your nails dug into the palms of your hands as you ran, pushing even harder as you saw the sign for the New York City Aquarium up ahead.

A glance behind you told you that there were only three agents on your tail. The rest’ve them must’ve gone after Bucky.

You stopped in your tracks, skidding a little, before turning around to face the three agents. They were so shocked by your ballsy move that they barely had time to register what they were doing.

You left them incapacitated on the black top, feeling much more at ease as you approached the Aquarium.

It was completely empty.

Your heart was pounding against your rib cage as you finally made it to the shark tunnel, relaxing as you saw the great beasts swimming above you.

“Hello again,” you greeted softly, pressing your hand to the glass. A tired smile worked its way onto your lips as you leaned against the railing, watching the sharks, while you waited for Bucky.

Maybe… Maybe when he got here, you could tell him how you felt.

After all, that kiss… Well, you couldn’t kiss someone like that if you didn’t mean it, right? You doubted that even Natasha could fake that sort of feeling.

You perked up as you heard footsteps coming towards the shark tunnel. “Bucky?” You called out, heart fluttering as you headed for the entrance.

But you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the agents that were standing there, a black HYDRA symbol emblazoned on their jackets.

The blood was rushing in your ears as you turned to bolt for the exit, only to find several more HYDRA agents blocking your only way out.

You were trapped.

“Sorry,” the one leading the group said as he raised his gun, stepping forward. “I’m not your Bucky.” He pulled the trigger.

And then everything went black.

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sporadic-writer · 4 years

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Age is but a Number

Sebastian Stan x reader

No warnings other than a swear or 2 and the age gap thing

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You began working for Marvel in about 2015. At that time you were 17 pushing 18. At 18 going on 19 Civil War was your first full film, but it worked because you were playing a character who was older than you actually were, but needed to look young. Your character was also Bucky's love interest. Well, sorta.. In the comics you were, but the movies had a slower build, more subtle. Regardless, the producers had you both hang out before filming to gain a sense of familiarity. He was cool and you both got along quite well. He liked how you didn't act as young as you were. You liked how funny and down to earth he was. A lovely friendship built as time went on.

But here you were, 5ish years later, dealing with press stuff for Avengers: Endgame. You were 22, managing college with being an actress, and trying to have a life with your friends still. You loved being a student and having this job, everyone was cool with you doing most of your filming and work during your breaks. Yet, it still could get overwhelming. Luckily, Sebastian and you had always remained close. He helped you manage everything and deal with the intense world of acting. As you got older, he noticed how well you handled everything. Yes, you still acted like a 22 year old girl at moments, it was normal. But most of the time you always seemed older and more mature despite being the youngest cast member. He respected you, and even grew to like you. The media caught on about how you both hung out more outside of set. Obviously, dating rumors and notes of the age gap spread out and around the world. Yet, neither of you stressed about it or let it get to you. Brushing it off, both of you went about life as usual. Neither of you talked about the relationship possibilities. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you liked seeing some fans point out details about how he acted in a flirty, or different manner around you. It added to your girly fantasy of you being with someone like Sebastian Stan. Things never really shifted between you guys until a Jimmy Fallon appearance with Mark Ruffalo.

Walking backstage with the two men you turned and looked at Sebastian. “Your ass nearly got us fired! Not in a single trailer, yet you almost blew a plot point. I know we don’t know if it’s true or not, but still! When we come back for the game, I am not taking blame if something goes to shit.”

Mark looked between you guys, “The fact that I held up better than you is sad dude. Thank God Y/N jumped in. But how is that the topic you are focusing on? Don’t look at me like that. Jimmy brought up you guys being a thing now that she isn't seeing Tom's friend anymore and I felt your hands stop messing with each other behind me on the couch! You froze! Just admit you like each other. We’ve seen it all but confirmed since the kiss that got cut in Infinity War.”

You both stopped and you looked to Mark, “We were messing with each other. So what? Then he brought us up so we focused on him. And that kiss was only a casual peck for the scene. Shut up man, I’m gonna wait in the green room for the game. I hope it’s that film noir truth or lie game! I wanna see what they dug up on me haha!"

You walked off and Sebastian kept his eyes on you until you turned the corner. “She didn’t deny it did she? That she likes me?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.. You’re over 30! Just grow a pair and talk to her.”

He hesitated, “She’s 15 years younger than me... I've known her since she graduated high school."

“What’s your point? Blake Lively is 11 years younger than Ryan. Jay-Z is 12 years older than Beyonce. George Clooney and his wife are 16 years apart. No one cares if you both like each other. Hell, Nick Jonas just married a woman 11 years older than him.” Mark looked at him like he was an idiot. “You like the girl, we all do. Go for it! She wouldn’t say no.”

“Really??” Mark simply nodded. Next thing he knew, he was heading to your green room.

He knocked and heard you say come in. You were sitting comfortably on the couch, scrolling on your phone and munching on snacks left by Jimmy and the crew. You looked up and said hey to him. He didn’t speak back and you looked up at him again. “What’s up man? You look like you saw someone get stabbed by the main curtain. "

He laughed a little and made eye contact with you. “Nah, I feel just a nervous though.”

You put your phone down, sat up, and looked up at him. “You were fine out there. What’s going on?”

“We get along really well right? And we have a lot of fun hanging out and talking right?”

“Yeah of course. What are you getting at here Seb? You’re being more random than usual.” You smiled at him in a questioning manner and invited him to sit next to you.

“Wow this is harder than it seemed in my head. I was just wondering if you would want to maybe, I don’t know...” He doesn’t really look at you, just the floor and rubs his hands on his pants. Suddenly, it seems to click for you.

“Wait. Are- are you asking me out?” You smile as you see him nod, still not really looking at you. “Hell yes I’ll go out with you. Since when are you so nervous to ask a girl out? You told me how you asked Jennifer Morrison out easily after meeting her.”

“Yeah well she wasn’t my friend first, and she isn’t 15 years younger than me.”

“Oh. That isn’t an issue is it? I mean well clearly not, you just asked me out. Hell Ellen and her wife are like 15 apart too." A knock on your door interrupted you. A guy with a headset on came in and told you to go to the main stage area for the game. You nodded and said you would both be out soon. You turned back to Sebastian and put your hand on his knee. “I would love to go out with you. Let’s just skip the awkward actual going out parts for the first date. Let’s do something slightly more serious than when we just hang. Sound good?”

“Yeah, damn you’re easier at this than me. But that sounds good.” He took note of how you said first date. The hope of more lingered. He stood up and held his hand out to help you up. Grabbing his hand he pulled you up and hugged his arm around your waist. Then the two of you met Mark and Jimmy and played Drinko much to your excitement!

SKIP TO THE DATE

You looked at your phone and remembered that Sebastian told you to just come in when you made it to his place. He insisted you come over and he could cook you dinner. Between all the press things, a dinner was a great choice. Neither of you had a home-cooked meal in forever. Plus, he wanted to show off. So walking in, you clutched the bottle of wine and tried to remain calm.

“Sebastian?” You called out your heels clicked as you looked around. You could faintly smell something being made. Considering you saw no kitchen, you walked upstairs. The sight before you was adorable. He was dancing around to some music while stirring something around in a pan. He turned and saw you smiling as you watched him, but he also stopped dancing. “No don’t stop on my account.”

“Ha ha how clever. Sorry I didn’t hear you come in.” He took the bottle you brought and took your coat off for you. You thanked him and he laughed at the bottle. “Barefoot? Really?”

“Hey it isn’t pink is it? I had to pay some tuition bills yesterday, less funds than I anticipated. Figured this was better than nothing. Plus, my mom told me it’s rude to come to someone’s house for dinner empty handed.”

“Aren’t you such a lady. But I’m just messing with you, you brought it, so even then pink would have been fine. I’m just finishing this up, so you’re right on time. As long as I never drink peppermint schnapps again I’ll be fine. Mixing that with hot sauce, clam juice, and grape soda was horrible.”

Looking at the kitchen area, you smiled. “Ha yeah I lucked out. Sunny D, whipped cream vodka, grape soda, and mountain dew? Hell I’m pretty sure I had that last semester at a Halloween party. But forget the gross stuff. Whatcha cooking? Creamy garlic shrimp, one of my favorites. How did you know?”

“I know you.” He said it so surely. And the bastard had the nerve to wink. Make you flustered. Well, two could play at this game.

You walked to get a couple glasses for the wine, making sure you sway your hips as you went past him. From your side eye you saw him check you out. “Like what you see old man?”

He didn’t even try to hide it. “I do. You look good Y/N, you always do.” As you went back to sit down and pour some wine for you both, he sat a nice plate of food in front of you. He went next to you and told you to dig in.

Taking the first bite let out a small, appreciative moan. “Holy shit. This is fantastic! I’m serious. Thank you for this. I’ve never actually had a guy cook for me, so really, thanks.”

“No need to thank me. Just keep going out with me.” His smile was so sweet. You just simply said of course.

"Can't say no to that." You smirked at him to the side of you as you both ate.

Once dinner was finished and cleaned up by the both of you he suggested you move to the living room balcony.

"Wait, you said a specific balcony. Do you have more than one?" He laughed as you both walked out. Wine glasses full with his better stuff after finishing the Barefoot you brought.

He stood next to you enjoying the view. "Yes there is another connected to the main bedroom."

"Wow. And I thought my campus apartment was fancy. This sure beats dorm furniture and faulty heating."

He chuckled, looking at you as you looked out at the city. "Why do you live on campus? I mean, you can afford a nicer place to finish school."

"Yeah but I cover rent for my roommates who truly depend on me for campus living so they can keep their scholarships. Going off campus would screw them over. Plus, I have too much money anyway. They wouldn't let me help with their tuition, so rent'll do." As you spoke you continue sipping the wine. It was enchanting and sparkling to see the lights of the city.

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?" You pondered as to what he could mean.

He turned fully to you and you did the same. He looked at you earnestly. "Stay normal when being a Marvel star? You balance getting a college degree and doing press tours world wide. I only do this and sometimes cannot stand it."

Shrugging you spoke, "Eh it isn't always easy. But managers and people working out schedules around my schooling have really helped. Plus, my folks, friends, and you guys have really helped. Especially you." You brought the glass to your face to hide a blush forming.

Sebastian pulled you by the waste, closer to him. You looked up and smiled at him. "Hey I was forced to be with you when we were younger. Only fitting I actually shaped you properly for the biz and so I wouldn't hate you." Ah that charm you fell so easily for. "I'm kidding. I like you for soo many reasons. I'll tell you them on the second date."

You put your wine glass down. "Good. I will love to hear those then. Because right now I don't wanna talk that much."

He laughed lightly. "Are you trying to make out with me Y/N? Ah darling, here I thought you were mature!" His hold around you tightened as you smiled.

You sighed as you ran a hand over his really toned pec. "Yeah.. mature. Not blind!" Your heart fluttered at the way he looked at you. Luckily, no more words were exchanged on the balcony til a while later when the sun finished setting.

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godblessthecactusess · 4 years

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hola - welcome to another reaction post

Agents of SHIELD - s7ep11: Brand New Day (WARNING – SPOILERS (obviously))

- So straight off the bat, reading the tagline, looks fun - “(in order to win against Sibyl/Nathaniel) they’ll have to get creative, and maybe even a little out of this world.” Intriguing. Looks like we could be in for some fun stuff this episode, but I’m really wondering how we’re going to turn this all around in just three episodes (counting the finale as two), so I’m guessing there’s gonna be a big thing to happen that’s gonna end it all. Like, someone’s gonna die, I’m just gonna say it, it’s gotta happen?

- Also, because I can’t restrain myself, I have been on Tumblr and Twitter today, and I haven’t actively stopped to read what I’ve seen, but because I am rubbish at avoiding it, I have figured out that we’ve got some flashbacks this episode, which appear to have Fitz in them??? I bloody hope so gosh.

- Right, I’m gonna start it. Deep breaths.

- Recap, okay.

- RIP Jiaying.

- Deke is so oblivious but I still love him and wish that Daisy and Deke had been a thing.

- Daisy’s been crying nooo

- So they lost the Zephyr. (And what’s left of the Fitzsimmons fam)

- They went to space??

- Daisy’s gonna fight this bitch. (I know I’ve seen it already in clips but still).

- I’m discovering it’s really hard to type and pay attention.

- “I wanna be an agent of SHIELD” 1. I mean, that’s the show but 2. She says with the face of “but like actually don’t trust me look at my evil grin mwhahahaha”

- Space woowww

- How do all these randos know how to fly the Zephyr??

- Did Deke just make a Die Hard reference? (rhetorical, yes he did); I mean I haven’t seen the entirety of Die Hard, but I watched bits last Christmas and I’ve also watched enough B99.

- …Motherfucker. (again actually something I learned from B99, not Die Hard)

- Aw Mackelena babysitting

- Proof?

- Oh so the team’s finally learning what we learned about time in Endgame.

- “A Brand New Day” got it

- Bro I was gonna say that (about it’s basically Project Insight) but he said it better cos he’s Coulson and he’s cooler.

- “My sister” look at these two

- Ha lies I bet she’s fucking lying

- “Sibyl said” the new version of Simon Says

- Hold up did she just give her the keys?

- DON’T MAKE ME WATCH THIS AGAIN

- IT’S A FITZSIMMONS BEST BITS

- And I’m going to cry

- DON’T hit my BABY

- Elizabeth’s eyebrows are to die for

- WHAT DID THEY DO TO DEKE NO

- Where’s she going huh

- Look Sousa put suspenders on

- Are they his battle suspenders

- Cos that’s the cutest thing ever

- I love him

- “I ALREADY HAVE A SISTER TO SAVE HER NAME IS JEMMA SIMMONS” OMG

- Science Daisy

- So she’s really never flown a quinjet huh

- “It’s your last chance to stay behind” *assertively puts on seatbelt”

- That moment when you don’t know if it’s a cut to the next scene or Mack’s caught them

- No wait he’s got his shotgun axe. Bitch ready to go yes.

- Oh wait he’s telling her off.

- No he’s agreeing.

- Omg yes Mack

- Where does all that water go – I’m assuming there’s a drainage system?

- So they left Mum and Dad behind rip

- Is Kora just in the background reading a book.

- Protective Nana Jemma

- Nate you never cared about ‘your old man’.

- Sousa just leaves his seat

It’s a nice parallel to Goose in Captain Marvel

- They have an auto-grav setting? But like, the quinjet isn’t made for space.

- Daisy, ever the optimistic.

- Mmmmmmspace

- Oooof pulling the Bahrain card.

- If May hadn’t done it, she wouldn’t have had a cool backstory, so put that in your pipe and smoke it Kora

- Mmmmmcreepy messages through a virus in 1980s aesthetic. What a…. well… aesthetic.

- Sassy Coulson back at it again.

- I mean you are a fucking robot can’t you just plug yourself in or some shit; I’M NOT VERY SCIENCY OKAY

- Oh great another “last mission” convo

- Sounds like you will.

- Thanks I’m crying

- Oh wait he doesn’t remember the kiss I forgot that, shit.

- Can’t just break a fucking window Nate, you’re gonna have to pay for that. Like literally with your own money, please and thanks, I don’t think the team brought any money with them.

- Ooh love a good Coulson talk.

- Honestly where would the team be without May? Dead, I think.

- Burnt toast.

- Did she just say Grant Ward.

- Yes she did.

- Ward would have been worse without Garrett? Uh I think not, not if someone had just called Child Services, and gotten him some fucking therapy.

- “What are your intentions with Daisy?” Dad Mack coming through, “no funny business” and all that.

- “I don’t have any intentions.” WHAT A LIE DANIEL HAHAHAHAHA YOU CRADLED HER HEAD ON YOUR LAP WHEN SHE WAS INJURED, YOU CARRIED HER BRIDAL STYLE OUT OF THAT BARN, YOU WERE GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY TO LEAVE THIS WHOLE MESS, BUT LOOKED RIGHT AT A SLEEPING, RECOVERING DAISY AND SAID “IM RIGHT WHERE I NEED TO BE”, YOU SAT AND NAPPED IN A CHAIR BY HER BEDSIDE THE ENTIRE TIME, YOU DIDN’T SAY NO WHEN SHE KISSED YOU, SO EXCUSE ME MISTER “NO INTENTIONS” BUT I THINK YOU MIGHT BE WRONG

- “Well then you better get some” omg we stan mack even though his voice is so deep I often miss what he says

- “omg shes like so into you gurl” is basically what I just heard. (picture 2000s american teenage girl, phone pressed to ear, chewing gum really loudly etc.)

- “sir” HES SO POLITE

- I’m loving this chat and its so true, every single one of them would massacre Sousa if he hurt Daisy.

- “just like a damn comic book” ahaha haha…. ha. yep.

- But I do love a good comic book joke in the show.

- Wasn’t it in like s4, and Coulson said something about Daisy being Director and she was like “ha yeah maybe in the comic book version”? idk man im rewatching SHIELD because I have the worst memory but that was funny too

- These two’s eyebrows in this scene god.

- Honestly if you get the chance to rewatch this scene just watch Mack and Sousa’s eyebrows as they turn to look at each other it’s adorable.

- Alright Sousa no need to be so mean I think it’s a great name.

- These two giggling together omg the one things I didn’t know I needed.

- 19th century definitely was.

- FINALLY SOME NEW FITZ AT LAST

- “can you give us a moment” “yes” “…..oh”

- What are you suggesting fitz my darling

- …sooooooooooo….

- Some time to have a kid maybe.. idk… grow old together…

- What bloodwork? Did I miss a thing?

- Snuggling Fitzsimmons ahhhhh

- I didn’t think Kora would be so sad omg. Now I feel bad for her shit it wasn’t meant to be this way, I-

- Fitz looks so different omg

- Omg Fitz grabbing onto her and hugging im soft omg what a beautiful trope

- WHO’S FITZ WTF OMG NO FUCK SHIT CRAP AHHHHHHHH

- A kickass fight scene nice

- Uh oh

- Nice one May

- “Sunshine” what an asshole

- They’re gonna decimate everything wtf

- Wasn’t there all those ships in the trailer

- “quake”

- Look at these cuties

- Thanos could turn you to dust too.

- SORRY too soon

- Uhhhhhhhhhh what the fuck is happening

- They’re just wiping out shield

- Rip the Triskelion

- DON’T YOU TOUCH HER LIKE THAT oh look now I’m being protective wtf is happening to me

- Urgh absolutely disgusting

- Well shit

Uhhhhhhh so this is problematic. I mean, by all accounts, they could just leave this timeline and go back to the OG one. I mean, there’s a canon timeline where Steve learns early that Bucky is alive, Loki has the Tesseract and Steve just told a elevator full of Hydra agents “Hail Hydra” (so a highly chaotic timeline, that the avengers just left) so they could just leave but like, that’s unethical, i guess???? Oh well.

Let’s go have a look at the new trailer for the FINALE!! ARGH omg its all ending and I’m sad

WELL im going to cry aren’t I? ffs

Daisy’s accepting that this is their last mission.

“This is what we were fighting for.” Which issss….?

It really is the end, huh.

The finale will make me cry. There’s not many SHIELD episodes that have made me do that. I think the one that made me cry the most was the spy’s goodbye. And I seem to remember crying when Fitzsimmons were at the bottom of the ocean, and then laughing through my sobs bc the shot of Fury coming down from the helicopter, arm outstretched like Jesus was the most hilarious thing I had ever seen; but other than that? Not many.

I’m excited and terrified at the same time. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF. HELP.

#agents of shield #aos #Phil Coulson #melinda may #Daisy Johnson #Mack #yo yo rodriguez #jemma simmons #leo fitz #fitzsimmons #marvel #MCU #tv #finale #The Final Mission #help

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Title: Caught Somewhere in Time Collaborator Name: ceealaina Card Number: 3088 Link: AO3 Square R2 - Time Heist Ship: Steve Rogers & Tony Stark Rating: Teen Major Tags: Avengers: Endgame - Alternate 2012 Timeline, Team Bonding Summary: There was something weird about the aftermath of the Battle of New York, too many coincidences and Tony hasn't been able to stop poking at it. Turns out, Steve's been noticing some weird things too. Word Count: 1703

SOMEWHERE IN AN ALTERNATE 2012

Tony frowned, watching the footage from the Battle of New York aftermath yet again. Something about that entire thing wasn’t sitting right with him. Tony wasn’t a big believer in coincidences at the best of times, and this was entirely too many of them. The arc reactor randomly malfunctioning, the Tesseract somehow ‘falling’ out of the locked case, Loki getting his hands on it and then using his newfound freedom to wipe the floor with Rogers, grab the scepter, and then… Disappear entirely? None of it made any damn sense. And there was something else niggling at the back of his mind. He barely remembered it, on account of being in the middle of dying at the time, but there’d been a SHIELD agent, someone he hadn’t been able to track down, calling for a medic in a voice that was painfully familiar but in a way that he couldn’t quite place.

Unfortunately, information from that day was seriously lacking. Half the lobby security cameras had gone down in the battle, and since the tower wasn’t supposed to be open to the public yet, and it wasn’t like he kept proprietary information in the lobby, he hadn’t bothered giving them backups and failsafes yet. Which meant he had exactly one angle that would show how the supposedly secured case spontaneously opened, and that was blocked by a view of Thor’s gorgeous rear end as he restarted Tony’s heart with a bolt of lightning. In addition to that, there was absolutely nothing on the mysterious SHIELD agent that nobody seemed to remember — although, there was an audio file of him calling for the medic, so at least Tony wasn’t making it up. He did have a clear shot of the Tesseract sliding to Loki’s feet only to have him pick it up and vanish, but there was nothing of Steve’s fight with Loki.

And that was something else too. Steve had been weird after that fight, obviously unsettled in a way he hadn’t been since Tony had met him in Stuttgart. The man had just woken up to find himself seventy years in the future a week ago, Tony had expected him to freak out any number of times. And sure, it didn’t take a psychologist to see that his mental health probably wasn’t the greatest, but he’d been fine — certainly as good as Tony on some of his better days. So what was it about that five-minute fight that had finally been the thing to throw Rogers off?

“Sir, you have a visitor requesting entry.”

JARVIS’ voice pulled Tony from his thoughts, and he blinked down at the camera feed only to startle at the familiar form of Steve standing at parade rest as he waited in front of the lab doors.

“God, I hope I’m not suddenly developing psychic powers,” he muttered before waving at the door. “Let him in, J.”

The last that he’d heard, Steve was supposed to be in Washington. After the mess following the battle, SHIELD had lost their shit, Alexander Pierce throwing a hissy fit and pulling rank. They couldn’t actually do anything with Tony or Thor, and Tony had managed to get Bruce tucked away before they could even try anything with him, but in revenge they had recalled both Clint and Nat. Then they claimed that Steve was one of their assets too, and while Tony had been ready to fight them on it, Steve hadn’t argued. Tony had let them all know that they had an open invitation to stay at the tower if they got tired of SHIELD’s bullshit, their biometrics already inputted in the system, but he hadn’t heard a peep from any of them in the six weeks since. So what the hell was Steve doing here now?

He swiped his hand, flicking away the surveillance footage just as the sliding doors opened and Steve stepped through. He was dressed in civilian clothing, a pair of well fitted jeans (thank god, Tony might have cried if he’d been back in those khakis with the grandpa pleats) and a grey t-shirt, but it didn’t stop him from standing at parade rest. Tony resisted the urge to roll his eyes as Steve tilted his head in a slight nod. “Stark.”

Tony gave an enormous, exaggerated sigh, letting his entire body heave with the force of it. “Jesus,” He drawled. “You’re killing me, smalls. Kick back a little, relax, cool it with the American soldier routine. We saved the world together, Cap. You can at least call me Tony.”

Steve gave him a crooked smile, some of the tension easing out of his body. “Tony,” he corrected himself, his voice a little warmer than before. “Sorry,” he added after a moment. “Washington has been… Hectic. Sometimes it’s easier to just fall into routine, wear it like an armour, you know?”

Tony arched his eyebrows, a little weirded out by how well Steve seemed to know him sometimes without even realizing it. “Yeah, I think I know what you mean,” he said with a rueful grin. “Still,” he clapped his hands together, titled back precariously in his wheely chair. “You’re among friends here, Steve.” He shifted forward again and hooked his ankle around the leg of another chair, hauling it away from the table. “Sit down, take a load off. Tell me what’s troubling that star spangled mind of yours.”

That earned him an eyeroll, but Tony could tell Steve was fighting back a smile as he dropped into the offered seat. “So the thing is…” He trailed off a moment, rubbing at the back of his neck as he tried to work out what he wanted to say. “I’ve been working with this new team, out of SHIELD? I think they were one of the teams that stepped in here, after the Battle?”

“And what, you’re missing the old crew already? Wanna get the gang back together?��

“No. Well…” Steve huffed out a soft laugh. “It’s not quite the same,” he admitted. “But that’s not why I’m here. There’s… There’s something up with the STRIKE team.”

Curiosity piqued, Tony leaned forward, elbows on his thighs. “Oh yeah? What’s up?”

“They keep saying weird things to me.” Steve met Tony’s gaze steadily. “Like, ‘Hail Hydra.’”

It took a minute for Tony to even process the words, and when he did he let out a low whistle. “Shit,” he said.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “Shit.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “I don’t know who in SHIELD is compromised, who we can trust… how this is even possible? I haven’t seen Natasha or Clint since we arrived in Washington, and well... “ He shrugged helplessly. “I couldn’t think who else I could come to with this.”

Tony arched an eyebrow at him. “You trust me?”

Steve gave him a pointed look. “We saved the world together, Tony,” he said, echoing Tony’s earlier words. “Of course I trust you. And whatever I think of your methods, I’m damn sure you’re not a fucking Nazi.”

Tony grinned, trying to ignore the ten-year-old Tony in his head losing his shit over the fact that Captain fucking America trusted him. “Definitely not,” he promised him. He hesitated a moment, and then flicked his hand again, bringing the surveillance he’d been purviewing back up. “You’re not the only one who’s noticed weird stuff, for what it’s worth.” He offered him a smile. “I’ve been busy, since you’ve been gone. We’ll figure out what the fuck is going on.”

Steve grinned, kicking his foot against Tony’s. “Glad to have you on my side, Iron Man,” he told him, and Tony couldn’t help grinning back at him. Then Steve’s smile faded slightly, a frown crossing his features instead.

“What?” Tony asked. “What is it?”

“There’s something else,” Steve admitted. “When I was fighting Loki, after he escaped?” He drew in a slow breath and Tony leaned back, waiting for him to finish. “I know you read my file, Tony. You know about the Commandos?” He waited for Tony’s nod before continuing. “He told me that Bucky’s still alive.”

“He… What?”

“Yeah.” Steve gave him a helpless look. “I just… I can’t get it out of my head. If it’s not true, why would he do that? If he was trying to throw me off to get an advantage, how would he know to use Bucky? That’s not how Loki’s powers work -- is it? And if, if it is true…?” He trailed off, looking so lost for a moment Tony felt like he should give him a hug.

“Okay,” he said instead. “So what we need is a team. People we can actually trust.” He hummed consideringly. “Thor and I have been working to try and track down Loki, not that we’ve gotten anywhere, but I don’t know how much help he’ll be. I feel like this’ll require a level of… subtlety that he doesn’t usually manage.” He grinned when that got a huff of laughter out of Steve.”Bruce is still lying low, which is probably for the best right now. I can find Clint and Nat, don’t worry about that, but we’re gonna need someone else, someone we can trust.”

Steve considered this, nodding slowly. “I maybe know a guy,” he offered. “Back in Washington. He’s sort of my running buddy?”

Tony arched a skeptical eyebrow. “You found someone who can keep up with you?” he asked, second eyebrow joining the first when Steve laughed at some kind of private joke.

“Nah,” he admitted. “But that’s kinda what I like about him. Anyway, he’s good, I know he is. I mean, I know it know it, but also I ran a background check on him?”

“You know how to do that?” Tony teased, laughing when Steve kicked the leg of his chair in retaliation. “Okay, okay, sorry. So we’ll bring in your Washington running buddy too. I know it’s not much, but it’s the start of a plan. And you are the man with a plan.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Hilarious.”

Tony just shrugged. “What do you say, Steve? Time to bring the team back together? Take down the bad guys?”

Steve grinned back at him. “Avengers Assemble.”

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Limited Space (one-shot)

Synopsys: One room. Two beds. But will both of them be used?

Pairing: Tom Holland x f!Reader; OC!Juliet (Reader’s character’s name)

Genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst, like blink and you’ll miss it

Warnings: like one swear word I think :D

Word count: 3739

“Y/N.” “Yes, Jimmy?” she dramatically flipped her head to the side causing her hair to swish which made everyone laugh a bit at her antics. “When you found out you weren’t going to be in ‘Civil War’ with these guys, and Tony was going to get a new protegee in Spider-Man, what were your thoughts? Did you kinda go up to Kevin Feige and ask if he was replacing you?” “Funnily enough,” Y/N pointed at Tom, “when we first met on the carpet for ‘Civil War’ that was the first thing he said. “Please don’t think I’m replacing you!”" she imitated his London accent though quite badly making everyone chuckle, and Tom had to bite his lip to keep the smile at bay. “If I’m being genuine –“ she continued, “I was just terrified I was gonna be fired. Cause after ‘Age of Ultron’ where it turns out the Hulk took the plane to space and ended up in Sakaar, I thought that’s what would happen to me. And I was pumped,” Y/N emphasized the word, “but like, Mark and I were keeping in non-stop contact while it was leading up to Phase 3 announcements, 'cause neither of us had any idea what was happening to our characters. And when it was announced Hulk would be in 'Ragnarok', yet for me, it was radio silence, and then Spidey flipped into the ‘Civil War’ trailer… I-“ she laughed, “I kinda started sweating.” Robert patted her knee as Y/N made a motion of ‘cooling off’ with her hand. “And then for like two more weeks, there was nothing. Mark knew zip, though that was a smart decision on Marvel's part.” “Is he still not trusted by anyone?” Jimmy chuckled, and Robert rolled his eyes. “Listen,” the legend started, “everyone loves him, and he’s such a kind person. Whenever something slips past those loose lips,” he looked over his tinted glasses at Tom as well, “it’s never from a malicious place. Like those two are just excited and want to share that with the world, but when you stream the first fifteen minutes of the movie on your Instagram… you kinda lose the access to the secrets.” The audience erupted into laughter as did Y/N. She had gone to the 'Ragnarok' premiere to support her friends, and the movie and clearly remembered the woman poking Mark in the back and angrily whispering for him to turn off the Instagram Live that was still going. At the afterparty, for the first twenty minutes, that’s what everyone was talking about. “And what about you, Tom?” Jimmy brought the conversation back on track. “When you found out you’d be in Civil War but had no contact with Y/N or Juliet in this case what was your first thought?” “I was really scared that she’d hate me,” Tom laughed rubbing his neck and looked at Y/N, who waved him off. “ ‘Cause Tony’s and Juliet’s relationship is one of the strongest in the MCU, and now that he’s recruited Peter, I was genuinely terrified. Especially of her fans, like they are passionate about Juliet, which I totally get. I just hoped that she’d be nice and accepting when we did meet and got to work together.”

Y/N rolled her head to the side and looked at Tom. “And am I as scary as you thought I’d be?” “In the mornings, horrifying,” Tom sassed, and Y/N slapped his shoulder with mock hurt on her face while Robert exclaimed a ‘watch it, kid, that’s my daughter! I might be dead, but I’ll come back to haunt your ass.’ “Did you kinda help him fit into the dynamic of everything?” Jimmy continued on, and Y/N looked at Tom. “Not really, no,” she shook her head. “He just fit in so perfectly on his own, that nobody had to do anything. Sure, like helping out with the scenes and advice like that as peers, yeah. But there was no ‘here’s Tom. Now be friends’ kind of a thing. And in the end, I was off in space, and they were kicking Cap’s ass back on Earth.” Someone in the audience hollered a ‘Team Iron Man’ making Robert blow a kiss in the person’s direction. Given how he wasn't with them to promote Marvel anymore and was there for the re:MARS initiative, it was nice for all of them to catch up. “Honestly,” he piped up, “I couldn’t wait for Infinity War and then Endgame, to film with this one, and then see us on the big screen reunited,” he affectionately ruffled Y/N’s hair. “Me too,” she smiled, “though, when we saw Spidey and Iron Man interacting with the Guardians, yet no Juliet, I started to think maybe it was just like a mock scene that wouldn't end up being used. 'Cause by that point, everyone knew she was rolling with the Space Avengers, and maybe it was just to throw everyone off. But filming it was a really amazing experience, ‘cause Juliet hadn’t seen her father for what now,” she looked at Robert for confirmation, “three-four years? And suddenly they meet again, but he has a new protegee and stuff. It was interesting to see how the dynamic would evolve, and how she’d feel about Peter. As evident in the movie – she kinda liked him.” “So, no rivalry between the two of you?” Jimmy motioned with his hand. And Tom placed his head on Y/N’s shoulder making the audience aww. “None whatsoever.” “Good answer,” she patted his head. “I’ve trained you well.” But as everyone laughed, Y/N was completely unaware of how Tom’s heart galloped in his chest from that small touch and show of affection. Fuck, he was in deep.

***

“Ugh,” Y/N groaned putting a hand against her back and stretching, feeling the air between her vertebra pop. “I feel like I could sleep for a week.” Robert gently patted her shoulder. “You and me, kid, but we know we can’t. Chris will kill us if we miss the barbecue.” “Which one?” Tom asked, dropping his suitcase on the floor. “Pratt? Evans? Hemsworth? Pine?” Robert cocked his eyebrow. “Since when did we have Pine?” Tom shrugged his shoulders. “Zoe is slowly collecting all of them. And honestly, I wouldn’t be that surprised if they had some sort of a Chris-convention.” “Chrisvention?” Y/N quirked her eyebrow settling on the arm of the couch. “Chris-con?” Tom offered. She snorted. “That just sounds like crisscross.” Robert rolled his eyes removing his glasses and placing them on the mantlepiece. He had invited the two youngsters to stay with him since they both were like his kids, especially after having known Y/N for almost a decade, and now having taken the young Brit under his wing, he didn’t want the two to sleep in hotels if he could offer the comfort of his own house. “Okay, you two, off to bed,” Robert clapped his hands interrupting the weird conversation they were having and shooed them up the stairs having grabbed Y/N’s suitcase much to her grumbling that she could do it herself. “Now, the other guestroom is under renovation so you’ll be sharing. Two beds, one bathroom, unfortunately. Need you to be up bright and early so we could get to Renner’s. And no funny business!” “Ok, Bobert!” They heard a high-pitched whine of ‘stop calling me that!’ as he retreated before a door closed shut, leaving the two with their eyes rolling and heads shaking. “I swear, he’s such a diva,” Y/N joked bringing her suitcase in and dropping it on top of the bed. “The Marvel fame’s really gotten to his head.” “I know!” Tom exasperated in that same ‘I don’t actually mean it’ tone. “It’s like – chill it, Rob!” Y/N snorted and zipped open her bag pulling out a set of pyjamas consisting of an incredibly old and stained shirt with some shorts. “Rob?” “I know,” he wrinkled his nose. “Regretted that as soon as I said it.” She hummed listening to how Tom unpacked a few of his things and gentle music erupted all around them when he hooked his phone to the speaker. “Any requests, m’lady?” he said in a very much so overly exaggerated British accent which Y/N didn’t think was possible, seeing as he was, well, already British. “Why yes, I do actually,” she spun around, her bag of toiletries pressed against her chest as if it was her palm. “Let it be ‘Bowling for Soup’ – ‘Here’s Your Fricking Song’.” Tom bowed and typed in the name. “As the lady wishes.” With the upbeat track of late 2000s punk-rock, Y/N skipped to the bathroom and started to get ready for the night. Without even thinking the two had engaged in a sing-along, and she even held her toothbrush as a microphone. “I get drunk and you get pissed!” she screamed, and Tom responded, “You start dreaming I don’t exist!” “I say yes, and you say no!” Without missing a beat, he sang, “Like Katy Perry says, you’re Hot and Cold!” “With all the shit that we’ve been through, this the best that I can do!” they sang in unison, Y/N almost choking on her toothpaste. “Can I still get lucky tonight?” Cackling she entered the bedroom and bowed in front of Tom. “The bathroom’s all yours, kind sir.” The pure happiness on Y/N’s face was a sight Tom never wanted to forget. It was just the way her Y/E/C eyes lit up, that sparked his own joy and released a horde of butterflies to trash around his stomach. Venturing away from Y/N he released a shaky breath and looked at himself in the mirror. “Pull yourself together,” Tom muttered to his reflection as if the counterpart could actually take charge and calm him down. The music still played switching from one song to another as he brushed his teeth and washed his face from all the makeup that had been caked on his skin for the show. With satisfaction, Tom watched as the beige and brown colours went down the drain with the running water, freeing him from its confines and bringing back his own face Sure, there were impurities. Acne spots, little pimples pushing to the surface, a scar here or there. Usually, when he was around people without them covered, Tom could feel a bit insecure, as if each and every person had a magnifying glass to their eye and were focusing in on just those things. But with the people he was comfortable with, the people he trusted and loved, there was none of that because more likely than not, he had seen them in that same kind of state. Or in Y/N’s case, with her face covered by a white spot-treatment mask making her look like a weird version of a Dalmatian. She was sat against the bed’s headboard with a book in her lap (her usual state) and sweet melodic music Tom recognized to be the soundtrack for ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ wafted around her. “Getting in the mood?” he asked moving to rest on his own bed, acting as if his heart wasn’t beating a mile a minute. “Kinda,” Y/N muttered through pursed lips. “In the movie, the scene where Tristan and Yvaine are up in the clouds they spent so much more time with the Captain, where in here,” she pointed with her chin to the pages of ‘Stardust’, “it’s barely been two pages, and they’re already off. And his name isn’t even Shakespeare!” “What outrage!” Tom mocked and received a pillow in the face for that, phone dropping to his lap. “Rude much?” he threw it back, but Y/N easily caught it. “Captain Shakespeare is my favourite character!” “And you still have the movie to see him in,” Tom’s eyebrow rose. She had nothing but a groan as her response. Y/N read for a bit more while he distracted himself with social media, but it wasn’t long when she placed a candy wrapper as her bookmark and turned off the bedside lamp. “ ‘Night, Tom,” Y/N yawned and hugged a pillow closer to her chest. “ ‘Night, Y/N,” he replied, watching her relaxed features for a bit, before residing to the night himself. Nothing but the moon and stars twinkled outside, illuminating the bedroom with a pale-ish glow, and while he waited for sleep to claim him, Tom watched Y/N rest, her body cast over with the moonlight making him think she was some sort of a princess from a fairytale under a spell, and the glimmer was showing him the way to break the curse. The dead silence of the night was interrupted by his soft voice uttering her name. “Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Are you awake?” She snorted and turned on her back. “Given how I just responded to you, yeah. I’d say I’m awake.” “I dunno,” Tom chuckled. “You could be sleep talking.” “Then I must be a pretty bomb-ass coherent sleep talker,” he saw her put a hand behind her head. “What’s up?” “I can’t sleep.” "Why not?” “ ‘S just… I dunno… It’s stupid…” “Well, it’s not that stupid if you’re losing sleep over it,” Y/N propped herself on her elbow to get a better look at Tom. Even in the complete darkness, she could distinguish the worry in his face and what seemed to be embarrassment. “I won’t judge.” With one last huff, Tom relented. “It’s just when we were in England doing press, I could go home, and sleep, and Tess always slept next to me. I dunno… I just guess I miss something warm to cuddle next to… told you it was stupid.” “No,” came Y/N’s instant response. “It’s not stupid at all. If you wanna hear something stupid, is that when I first got the role of Juliet, which was my first role like ever, I slept in Evans’s trailer for like three weeks, 'cause he had Dodger with him, and I had forgotten Huks home. Took a while for it to arrive, so I had to improvise.” She saw his eyebrow raise. “Huks?” “It’s a plushie husky. Couldn’t go to sleep without it… in fact, I still have worse sleep if it’s not with me than when it is. So, no. I don’t think missing Tessa or her cuddling with you is a stupid reason to be unable to fall asleep.” Tom just wanted to scream out that it was the most adorable thing ever, and that Y/N had to stop before his heart did, but before he could even mutter that her reason wasn’t stupid either, she managed to speak up first. “Do you maybe wanna sleep next to me? Not in a weird kinda way, just… you know… you said you miss something warm next to you...” “Are you sure? ‘Cause I don’t want you to d-“ “Stop worrying and get under the covers,” Y/N hissed but she was smiling as she did so, waving him to come to her bed. “Though, I do have to warn you – I’m a very violent sleeper,” she said scooting to the side. “How does… that work?” “It means,” she grunted pushing a bit further to the edge and settling down as Tom slipped beneath her bedding, “that I might just, unconsciously kick you, and no matter how far you sleep from me, you’ll end up either on the very edge of the bed or on the floor.” “Also,” Y/N extended a hand, “this is you promising not to sue me for whatever damages my sleeping-self might cause you. A broken nose or a rib – awake me is not at fault.” Tom clasped her hand and sighed. “And here I was getting ready to cash in.” “Sucks to be you then, cause this deal is unbreakable,” she shrugged and gave him one last smile before turning her back to the man and giving a ‘goodnight’. “Goodnight,” Tom muttered to her already softly breathing form, but he himself couldn’t find rest. Although he thought it might actually help him to have something warm to sleep next to, it seemed like his brain was going into overdrive, and his heart was about to collapse. She stirred for a second and rolled over to face him, making his breath hitch. Y/N was so close to him that he wouldn’t even need to stretch his hand to caress her face. “You’re so beautiful,” Tom whispered looking at Y/N’s closed eyes. And unbeknownst to him, her heart almost exploded because although she looked like she was dead asleep, a twitch in her body had jolted her awake, and now she was very much so alert. “I wish I could tell you this while you’re awake… or just in general, I wish I could just grow a pair and do it, but I guess this’ll have to do for the time being. You’re so, so beautiful,” his thumb brushed over her cheekbone, and Y/N had to suppress the hitch of her breath. “And I don’t just mean how you look ‘cause fuck, darling you are a dream… marvellous… but your mind… your heart… the first time we met I thought I’d have a panic attack because you looked at me so softly, I felt my mind go numb and everything just tuned out of focus.” “And then we got to know one another more,” he released a barely-there sigh, but Y/N still heard it, “and I couldn’t help myself. I started to fall for you. You had a boyfriend at the time, so I knew I had zero chances, but it didn’t matter to me. I was giving my heart to you every day bit by bit, and it didn’t even matter if you broke it or not, ‘cause it was already yours to do as you pleased.” Tom released a bitter chuckle, and Y/N could feel him shake his head. “But still somehow I’m too much of a coward and a twat to say how I feel despite it being almost four years, despite both of us being single.” She felt his gaze roam her face and tried her hardest not to flutter her eyelashes. “I guess I’m just too afraid to lose you. In any kind of capacity. I’d rather have you as a friend than not at all… that I couldn’t take…” That was the thought that made his heart clench the most, and tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. One of the biggest fears, when it came to relationships and friendships he had, was, if he told her how he felt, that Y/N would just shove him out of her life completely. So he surrendered himself to loving her from afar. And he let her love him her own way. It was better than nothing. Quickly before they to dropped to the pillow, Tom wiped the tears away and finally settled for the night, the weight pressing on him lifted if only for a moment before it would come crashing down in the morning. But Y/N had other plans. “Do you mean that?” her voice trembled, and Tom’s eyes shot open to see her already looking up at him “Y-Y/N? I thought you were asleep.” “Answer the question, Holland,” she murmured sliding her hand up to the nape of his neck and pulling his face closer. “Do you mean what you said?” “Yes,” the word was a breathless whisper as his forehead now rested on hers. “I mean every. Single. Word. I am in love with you.” And she needed nothing more than to nudge his head away, brush her nose against his and press their lips together. The two practically sagged against one another with relief that the kiss was reciprocated. Y/N’s hands had gently woven to tangle up in Tom’s chocolate locks, both to feel the softness of them and to pull him closer, while one of his palms had settled on her waist and the other was cupping her cheek, his thumb gently stroking the side of her face. But something just had to ruin the mood, and it was Tom’s laughing. “What?” Y/N pulled back annoyed and frustrated because that one kiss was just not enough after almost two years of her own pent up emotions. “Robert said no funny business,” he giggled. Her eyebrow quirked up. “And?” “And this is funny business.” “Oh my god,” she groaned, chuckled and slipped out of the bed. “You’re a literal child.” Smacking a pillow over his face, which Tom easily caught Y/N bounded over to the bed he had been previously occupied and slipped under its covers. “Wait, no, come back!” he whined reaching over the end of the bed, flopping down on his belly with an extended hand. “Please,” and he gave such an adorable pout that it almost broke Y/N, but no. She crossed her arms and put her nose up in the air. “Nope,” she shook her head, but even in the pitch-black darkness, Tom could see the smile she tried to suppress. “You thought it was funny kissing me, so no kisses or cuddles.” “Please?” “No.” “Please?” his voice increased with each syllable. “No.” And then Tom rolled onto his back and pouted, giving Y/N the best puppy-dog eyes in the world. Like if there existed a contest for that kind of a thing, he’d totally get the prize. “Please come back to bed and cuddle with me?” She couldn’t say no anymore. She never could and never will be able to say no, and that’s when a realization hit her – he had Y/N completely wrapped around his finger, but she didn’t mind that. If the kiss and his warm arms wrapping around her waist was what greeted her when she clambered back under the sheets, and his steady heartbeat lulled her to sleep, she didn’t mind being wrapped around his finger at all. And truthfully, with how huge the grin was that spread across Tom’s face as he kissed her forehead ‘goodnight’ this time for real, neither was he too upset how wrapped around her finger he was. In the morning he had to remember to say ‘thank you’ to RDJ for the limited space he had in his house. And although he did wake up with a sore in his ribs where Y/N had accidentally kneed him during the night, he had never been happier about a predicament in his life. After all, it’s what gave him the chance to speak his heart.

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A/N: should I do like a part two of the next day????????

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Legacy - Chapter 9

Legacy: A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 2185

Rating: E

Square filled: @clintbartonbingo - Free Space

Warnings: Pregnancy, domestic abuse, post-endgame, angst, developing-relationship, hurt/comfort, smut, Laura and Clint have broken up. Comic Clint/MCU Clint mix.

Synopsis: Nothing is the same after the events of Endgame. When Clint has trouble returning to a life where his family hasn’t changed but he has lost everything, he moves back to the city and tries to move on as a single parent. When Nate finds you bruised and pregnant in the stairwell of his building, he decides that there might be another way that he can make Nat’s sacrifice worth something.

Chapter 9

You had fallen asleep not long after you’d been moved to your maternity room. It was a nice room. Clint putting you on his health insurance meant you got the best. No point risking your life all the time if there weren’t some perks. It had a queen-sized bed. A proper bed too. Not just one of those uncomfortable hospital ones with the wheels. There was a comfortable chair specially designed for breastfeeding. A couch for visitors. A big screen tv. There was a private bathroom that even had a spa, though Clint didn’t quite understand who would want to actually stew in a pool of still water after they’d given birth.

After they’d brought you back to the room you’d fretted about the baby for a while and then passed out exhausted. He’d napped with you, curled around you protectively. It had been a long day and he was exhausted after everything.

He didn’t sleep deeply and woke just a few hours later. He wasn’t sure what exactly was keeping him awake. Perhaps he was just worried about you and wanted to be awake to take care of you if he needed it. Maybe it was that the baby wasn’t in the room with you both. When Laura had given birth Nate he’d just been left with them. Now he had a new baby and they just weren't here.

He got up and went to the hall. It was busier out there with nursing staff moving around, babies crying, people taking little walks, flowers and teddy bears being delivered, and visitors coming to take a look at the new member of their family. Clint made a few phone calls. He called Laura first to check she made it to the kids okay and to let her know the baby was here. He spoke to the kids and told them about their new sister. Then he called Kate to let her know too. Finally, he rang Pepper. You technically weren’t supposed to start your maternity leave for another week and while Pepper was way, way up the chain for who would actually be affected by you not showing up, he thought she might like to hear about the new baby Avenger. He then texted some of the others to let them know too. As soon as he did his phone began to buzz with congratulations.

It was touching that they cared really. That even though the new baby wasn’t technically his, they were all on board with the idea that this baby was his. That after all the death in the world they’d had to mourn, now they had a new life to celebrate.

After he’d made the calls he went for a short walk. First to check on the baby. She was so tiny and fragile looking as she slept in her incubator. With what he knew about the Universe he hoped he was strong enough to protector her. Or at least strong enough to know that sometimes you couldn’t and she’d have to live her own life too. He ran his hand down her back and felt the small rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

“You get big and strong, little one. We want to take you home as soon as we can.” He whispered.

After visiting with her he went for a walk to the cafeteria, grabbing himself a coffee and a danish. He wanted to bring you back something too but was worried you might not be allowed to drink coffee yet and he also didn’t want to wake you. So he grabbed a bottle of Snapple and a danish for you too before heading back upstairs.

There was a large edible arrangement sitting at the door with a big pink plush duck sitting on top. He looked at the card and saw it was from Pepper. He was glad that he’d organized those few playdates with Pepper. It was good seeing Morgan and Nate playing together and he wanted to keep that bond with Pepper now that Tony was gone. It was too easy to put those things off until the people in your life you considered your family were just a bunch of strangers you tell people are your friends. They’d all been through too much and lost too much to let that happen. He and Pepper had lost more than anyone.

He scooped it up and carried it inside the room, finding you sitting up in bed looking at your phone. “There you are. I was about to text you.” You said.

“Sorry,” Clint said sheepishly. “Didn’t mean to worry you. Just thought I’d check on the baby.”

“Who’s that from?” You asked indicating to the bouquet made from chocolates.

“Pepper sent it. Cool, huh?” He said putting it on the ledge behind the bed. “Got you a drink and a danish too.” He added plopping both in your lap and kissing you on the top of your head.

“It’s awesome.” You said. “How’s bubs?”

“She seems fine. Tiny but some of the babies in there are hooked up to a bunch of things, she’s not. So I take that as a good sign.” He said.

You smiled and took a swig from the bottle before dragging over a pile of paperwork. “Nurse dropped this off while you were gone. It’s the birth certificate stuff. You sure you want to go on this. I can keep the name blank.”

“Will you stop that?” Clint said. “I don’t want her to think my involvement in her life comes with conditions. Okay? I’m her dad.”

You curled into his side and grabbed a pen, writing in Clinton Francis Barton under father. You let out a breath when you did and turned your head up to look at him. He leaned in and kissed you deeply, his thumb caressing your neck as his lips moved with yours.

You pulled back and tapped your pen on the form. “So just the name then.”

“You didn’t have any names you’d talked about before?” He asked.

“I never talked to Richard about them. When I was a kid I guess I had some favorites.” You said. “I just… is it weird that I want to pay tribute to your friends? Natasha particularly. It feels like she’s the reason why we’re together.”

Clint let out a soft breath, tears pricking his eyes. “Nat was always setting me up with people.” He said. “Still doing it, huh?”

You smiled and nuzzled into him. “Feels that way.” You said. “The problem is having a Nat and a Nate would be a little confusing.”

“Her middle name was Alianova,” Clint said. “Maybe we could do something with that?”

You pulled out your phone and started typing into it. “Huh. This says that means her dad’s name was Alian.”

Clint furrowed his brow. “That’s weird. Red Skull said it was Ivan.” He shook his head like he was trying to clear it. He hated thinking about that moment. Where he’d gone from being excited about flying an actual spaceship with his best friend, on his way to get his kids back to having to watch her die. It didn’t matter what her father’s name was anyway. She never knew who it was.

“Ali could be nice.” You said.

“That’s normally short for something though. What would it be short for?” He said.

“It doesn’t have to be. There’s a kid in New Zealand named ‘Number 16 Bus Shelter’. I don’t think there’s anything stopping us from just calling her just Ali.” You said.

Clint choked. “That can’t be true.”

“It is! So… what do you think?” You said.

“About the name ‘Number 16 Bus Shelter’? It’s a bit long.” Clint teased.

You laughed and elbowed him. “No.”

“If we’re just gonna give her a shortened name, why not Tasha?” Clint said.

You looked back up at him and smiled. “Tasha is good. Works better with Antonia as a middle name too.”

Clint pulled you tight and kissed you again, holding you close. He pulled back and looked down at you. “I love you so fucking much, you know?”

“I love you too.” You said, resting your head on his shoulder. “So that’s what it is? Tasha Antonia Barton?”

“Barton too?” He said.

You pulled back from him pulling the papers closer. “Shit. Sorry. I went too far, didn’t I? It can be my name.”

Clint put his hand on yours. It was scary really, but for some reason, he wasn’t second-guessing this at all. “No. I’d love for her to be a Barton.”

You kissed his cheek and filled in the name. “Alright, you just gotta sign it and then we send it off. Then that’s it. She’ll have her name and you’re officially her dad.”

“Good,” Clint said. “We should do that right away then.”

There was a knock at the door and Laura peeked her head in. “You up for visitors?”

“Sure.” You said and she pushed the door open more letting in Cooper, Lila and Nate.

“We just finished naming her,” Clint said as Nate climbed up into his lap.

“What did you choose?” Lila asked as she put the large bouquet of sunflowers next to the edible one from Pepper.

“Tasha Antonia Barton,” Clint said. He noticed a look from Laura but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. Surprise maybe. She didn’t say anything though and he didn’t want to chase it.

“Where is she, daddy?” Nate asked.

“She is very little and needs a bit of extra care so the doctors have her in a special room. Do you want to go see her?” Clint asked.

“Yes please, dad,” Lila said.

Clint got up, lifting Nate onto his hip and pulling Lila into a headlock and kissing the top of her head. “Alright, come on. Are you coming to, hun?”

You got up out of the bed and pulled a robe on. “Yes. I might see if I can feed her.”

Your little group made your way down to the NICU. When you got there the kids were looked over by a nurse, made to wash their hands and you were all led in. “Here’s your little sister, Tasha,” Clint said when they got to the incubator.

“What’s the fings for, daddy?” Nate asked pointing at the wires that were attached to her.

“Just keeping track of her heart because she’s so small,” Clint said.

“She’s really beautiful. Congratulations.” Laura said giving you a rub on the back.

“Thank you, Laura.” You replied.

“Can we touch her?” Lila asked.

“Yes, but gently just on her back,” Clint said.

Each of the kids took turns putting a hand on her back and then Clint, Laura, and the kids were led out while you stayed behind and they put her against your chest to attempt breastfeeding.

Clint and Laura stood watching from the viewing window as you had Tasha tucked in under your shirt. Laura sent the kids down to the vending machine in an attempt to stop them from getting bored.

“Did I tell you how proud I am of you?” Laura said putting his arm around Clint’s waist.

Clint put his arm around her shoulder and she tucked herself into his side. Something she had done a million times before. “Yeah?” He said.

“Yeah. You've really stepped up. You've always been such a good dad. This is gonna be no different.” She said. “Nat would be proud of you too.”

“I hope so.” He said, keeping his eyes trained on you.

“When Damien was killed, I didn't think I'd ever fall in love again. Especially not with another SHIELD agent. Then Nat pushed you at me, and you were such a huge dork but so good. Not perfect but good. You never pushed me faster than I could go. You were always worried about us getting hurt. Not just me, but the kids too. I fell in love with you, and the kids did too in their own way. When they asked if you'd adopt them you didn't even hesitate when you said yes.” Laura said, wiping her eyes.

Clint felt his heart stutter a little and guilt start to creep in, guilt for everything that went wrong that meant he was not the man that could hold that together anymore. His arm tightened around her shoulders. She patted his stomach reassuringly and looked up at him. “No one predicted the blip. It's not your fault we couldn't last it. I'm really happy you've found love again though. You deserve it. It gives me hope too, that I might get it again too. Things can be found after what happened.”

Clint turned and looked at her, frowning slightly. “Of course you can. You're amazing, Laur. You'll get someone who deserves you. Someone who will actually be around.”

“I hope so.” She said and leaned up and kissed him. “Congratulations, Clint. She's beautiful. You are going to be really happy”

Clint looked back in at you, and for the first time in a long time, he didn't doubt that at all.

// NEXT

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Watching the Infinity Saga in Quarantine | The Avengers: Infinity War & Endgame

:: Just to get the bias out of the way; Endgame is my favourite movie, of all time.

If you want to have a real discussion about why I love these movies so much, I’m totally down. Comicbooky-ness aside, I love them just as they are.

And I can’t believe I actually did this haha. 22 movies in a week. I watched like....4-6hrs of Marvel movies everyday!

Also, I do not consider Spider-Man: Far From Home part of the Infinity Saga...I know I know! That’s my biggest hot take after watching through all of this - the it should have ended with ENDgame. There’s a really good chance that Black Widow (and the Captain Marvel sequel) will retread over this timeline again to tell parts of their stories, so why not make Spidey2 the jump off for the next Saga? It would’ve been perfect, but they needed to hold onto whatever rights they had with Sony...the whole deal is weird...whatever. Watching these back-to-back is a must, and saving the Cap Marvel + AntMan2 end credits for the middle is a must but only if you’re doing a chronological watch through like this. Otherwise just go straight from IW to EG. It’s long, it beats you over the head with a lot of stuff, it’s so sad a points, and it’s so fun! My biggest new takeaway was that at points, I felt like it was dragging a bit, then I realized that I was feeling this new sense of dark sadness/dread that the MCU doesn’t give you at all until right now! As dark or bad as some of the other movies get, these really drags your face through the mud. They want this story to stand out from not only the other MCU movies, but any more ever! And it shows, there’s a reason why they’re the biggest movies of all time! That said, they are still two movies, that need to be looked at in two different ways. Infinity War is Thanos’ origin story. It’s his film. Remember, I felt like he didn’t get enough screen time. So this movie is Iron Man-ing him right at the end. They’re switching things up on us. You go into this thinking you’re about to put a bow on the series. Then they make you sit through this intro story and you’re like; “wait, I thought I knew everyone already”. I love that by the time you get to Black Panther you kiiiinda want the origins to stop, and the story to start concluding like...these are cool but can we wrap it up soon? Then Thor3 is so bombastic that you’re not sure how you feel anymore but you want more of it. Then this movie is just so much, so crazy, so big and the strings start coming together, and you start to notice what was actually going on the whole time....and then *snap*. Endgame punches you in the face. You just spent the entire MCU winning, and now you’ve lost. We’re nearing the end of story, and you lost. That’s the whole point, right? Every time I watch it, I have a sense of “oh my god what’re we gonna do...how can they do this...how did they pull this off???” Not just in the story, but overall - everything having to do with this whole friggin movie is just so big and astounding. I will spend the rest of my life looking at this movie not quite understanding how they pulled it off. In all honesty I’ve watched Endgame on average 2-3 times a month since it’s release. So almost once every two weeks. And I can’t wait to see where the franchise goes. I’m not a super big fan that they are leaning more into telling the story in series’ rather than ALL in the movies, but it’s fun. It breaks it up, forces you to pay more attention. I think it’ll keep us on our toes for this next saga. I’m looking forward to tuning into Disney+ in between movie releases. But for now I’m going to take a hard break. One solid week of watching nothing but these movies is a lot. I’m left wanting to do a lot of reading now, so I’m going to follow that instinct. I have no drive to watch movies or play videogames haha just read and ride my bike...

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Safehouse

Bucky X Reader

Summary: You’re a nighttime vigilante, and become something between friends and more with the Winter Soldier. There comes a day you’ll have to take off your mask though. TAKES PLACE AFTER THE EVENTS OF ENDGAME

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff!!

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The familiar THUD of Bucky joining you on the rooftop was more than welcome, “Hey Nov, hungry I hope?” You grinned as he sat beside you, he handed you a cheeseburger that you happily accepted.

“Stopping crime does leave one hungry.” Bucky was the closest person in your life, and yet he didn’t even know your actual name.

“I figured, plus its prime-midnight snack time.” He bumped shoulders with you, pulling his hair into a bun. “What’ve you achieved so far?”

“Stopped a jewelry heist, a bar fight, and took a nap against that wall over there.” You shrugged, “How’s avenging?” Bucky’s world was much different from yours.

“Same ol’.. Can’t legally tell you much, took down another HYDRA base, can’t tell you where. Unless you want to join the Avengers.” He winked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Too much for me personally, its the fact I get to do this on my own terms, and that I can stop little things from hurting people worse. I like it down here Buck. Have you seen Steve lately?” You changed the subject off the Avengers job opportunity again.

“Today actually, yeah.” Bucky rolled his shoulders and moved his legs so his thigh would be touching yours, “He’s still an old bastard. Don’t tell anyone though.” You chuckled and leaned against his shoulder.

“No one knows I’m Novan, I’m not a credible source.” Bucky’s arm was around your waist, holding your hip.

“Just like I know you’re Novan, but somewhere in New York, you’re someone else.” He sighed, “Are you ever gonna even tell me what you actually do for a living?”

“I work a couple jobs.” You drummed your fingers on his knee, “I didn’t go to school, so I take what I can get without a degree.”

“You can be my personal assistant if you want, I’ll pay you handsomely.” You elbowed him in the ribs and he groaned, “What? You act like it would be awful, maybe if you want a better pay, and one job, you can come be an Avenger, we get our own floors to ourselves.”

You heard a commotion down the street and looked at Bucky, he nodded and you both jumped off the roof and through the portal you conjured. You landed down the street in front of a corner bank, where a couple men were using crowbars to break open the ATMs.

You used your purple magic to sound the alarm, while Bucky took on two of the men. You took down the other one by making a portal under one of the fallen crowbars and making it land on the thug’s head. Once all three of the thieves were knocked out, you both ducked out of the bank and escaped to another rooftop.

“God you make it so easy.” Bucky cupped your face and pressed a quick kiss to your lips and you kissed him back. “Please joi--” You kissed him again and he tried to reach for your mask.

“Quit that!” You smacked his hand away and he grumbled.

“I just wanna see the face of the badass girl I like kissing.” He pouted.

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The bookstore was never crowded, so it was a good time to watch the news and see if anything new popped up. You sometimes texted Bucky, but he often had meetings and other avenger stuff that needed to get done. It was nice that he never actively tried to track you down, he established trust between the two of you, it was relieving to have someone to talk to about superhero stuff.

You pulled your phone out and sighed, when a loud explosion shook everything around you, the glass windows shattered and shelves fell over, spilling books and display items. You flew back and hit the wall behind you, groaning loudly.

“Is there anyone in here?” The familiar voice called, you whined in response and Bucky weaved through debris and jumped over the counter, landing beside you. “Hi miss, there’s currently a HYDRA attack going on, and I’m trying to evacuate the surrounding blocks. How hurt are you? Can you stand?”

You rubbed dust from your eyes, Bucky didn’t recognize you thankfully, “Mhmm.” You replied and let him help you to your feet.

“Cool, that’s great, you really scared me for a second, I’m Bucky, what’s your name?” You touched the back of your head and looked at your hand to see blood.

“Y/N.” You mumbled while he helped you through all the scattered pieces of shelves and glass, “I’m okay Buck-y-you can leave me now. Go help everyone else.”

“No can do, you’re injured Y/N, come on, come this way.” You pulled your arm from his grasp.

“No no, my car is this way, I can just--” You grabbed the wall to stop your swaying.

“You can’t drive like this, do you even have your keys?” He teased, grabbing your forearm.

“I’ve had worse, goodbye Bucky.” You pulled from his hold again and started back down the littered sidewalk, you could hear more booms in the distance.

“No Y/N, just come with me, why don’t you tell about yourself?” You heard the distant moaning of someone in danger and didn’t hesitate to go right into one of the destroyed shops, finding a woman trapped underneath the rubble, “Here I got this Y/N.” Bucky reached her first and you used the opportunity to slip out and stumble to your car.

You drove straight to your apartment and put on your suit, ignoring the pain in the back of your head, slipping on your mask. You teleported to one of the neighboring buildings and helped Bucky from the rooftop, but there was too many men and you saw them take him down, trying to drag him onto a ship. you jumped from the building and opened a portal, landing behind them. You heard mechanical wings behind you but ignored them as you opened portals below the HYDRA agents’ feet, watching them fall to the ground from a high place.

You ran to Bucky’s side and Sam Wilson himself landed beside you, a gun pointed at you, “Who the hell are you?” He demanded.

“A friend of Bucky’s.” You replied, staring at him hard until he lowered the gun.

“Bucky doesn’t have any friends.” He replied and you rolled your eyes, and the HYDRA jet turned on, “However for the time being I’ll allow you to help, because we kinda need to get out of here, they want him to make him the winter soldier again. You mind teleporting us somewhere safer?”

“How far?” You asked as the ramp opened up again and more agents began to flood out.

“As far as possible, they aren’t gonna stop!” He raised two guns in each hand but the floor beneath you three opened and you fell to the ground in front of an old farmhouse you grew up in. “Where the hell are we!?” Sam yelled, guns still raised.

“My safe house, welcome to Montana.”

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You and Sam both lugged Bucky inside, everything had remained untouched but now dusty, you set him on the couch and held his face in your hands, “How do you know Bucky? And who even are you?”

“Well..” You took your mask off and set it on the table, “I’m Y/N, but Bucky knows me as Novan. We met on a rooftop like nine months ago and sometimes fight crime together.” You knew it was only the tip of the iceberg, but Sam didn’t need to know about the make out sessions, or the cuddling on rooftops, or late night talks, or all the epic team-ups.

“You’re Novan? The vigilante?” You nodded. “I sent Bucky to find you nine months ago and you’re telling me that you two have been friends ever since? He was supposed to make you join the Avengers or stop crime-fighting.”

“Bucky tried, give him some credit, it isn’t everyday you run into an enhanced that teleports..” You shrugged and felt around his scalp for any blood.

“You like him, don’t you.” Sam crossed his arms and you felt a blush creep up your neck. “He must like you if he didn’t bring you in.”

“Well yeah, that’s why we’re friends. I take care of the crimes the Avengers don’t have time for, and the crimes that police take forever to solve.” You touched the back of your head again, the small cut had scabbed over.

Sam started taking off his combat gear, “Thanks for taking us far, they won’t catch up anytime soon. Does this old place have food by chance?”

“Um..”

“Or maybe clothes? Possibly a shower?”

“Slow down, yes there’s clothing, and a shower, I’ll have to get some food though, it’s been a while since anyone has been here.” You led Sam into your brother’s old room, “Can you pull some clothes out for Bucky too please?” He nodded and you went back to Bucky’s side. “Hey Buck, its Nov, everything is okay and you’re safe, I’m gonna get us some food.”

Sam came back out wearing a graphic t-shirt and pants that were too short for him, “Maybe you can pick some clothes up?” He looked embarrassed.

“Sam, you can also check in the master bedroom, the closet will have more clothing, any requests for food?”

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When you came in, lugging several bags of groceries, Bucky was still laying on the couch unconscious, Sam was sporting a pair of your dad’s old dress pants and had laid an outfit out for Bucky, “There’s more stuff in the car if you could help me.”

“Jesus what year is that thing from?” Sam looked at the rust bucket of an old car sitting out front.

“I don’t know, the 70′s?” You plugged the refrigerator in and started unloading the bags.

After you both ate freezer meals, you showed Sam to the working shower, “We should probably let the water run for a lil’.” The water ran brown for a couple minutes before it became clear and Sam deemed it good enough.

“Hurt Barnes and its your head.” He threatened.

You glared at him and went back out to the living room, Bucky hadn’t even moved. You sighed and sat on the floor, leaning against his large shoulder, Sam cleared Bucky, saying he was only knocked out and would wake up tomorrow, but that didn’t change the fact that now two avengers were going to know your name and your secret identity.

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You were up early the next morning and went outside to clean the old family car to keep your mind off the fact Bucky would be waking up today, and then he was going to know what you looked like, and your name, and know that he met you the same day. The front door opened and Sam stepped out, he had a mug of coffee in his hand and a muffin in the other.

“Mornin’, Bucky should be waking up any time now.” You put the hose down and nodded, looking at your feet, “Does Bucky even know what you look like?”

“No.” You answered, “He doesn’t even know my name.”

Sam pursed his lips, “And you still want me to trust you with both of us?”

“He’ll know me Sam.” Sam nodded in response.

“That thing looks better cleaned like that.” He went back inside without another word and you turned to finish the car. By the time you finished fifteen minutes had passed, you went inside and heard voices.

“Sam where are we?!” Bucky’s voice was panicked, “Someones here.” His loud footsteps echoed over the squeaky floorboards. You felt your whole body stiffen and his crazed eyes on you before you could even react.

“Bucky hey hey, calm down buddy.” Sam grabbed Bucky’s shoulders, “She’s friendly, and saved our asses. I believe you two have a history?”

“Yeah, I saved her out of a bookshop that blew up, and then she disappeared.” Bucky had a knife in his hand.

“N-no, Buck its me, its Novan.” He pulled away from Sam and took a couple steps towards you.

“Nov?” He put the knife into a holster and waited, you shyly nodded, “Is your name actually Y/N or did you lie?”

“Yeah its Y/N. Why else do you think I tried getting away from you yesterday?” Bucky sighed and nodded.

“Okay. So where are we?” You bit your cheek.

“Montana.” You replied, Sam left the room to leave you both alone. “How did we get here? And who’s house is this?” Bucky looked crestfallen. “I opened a portal, and this is my house, it’s just a bit outdated..Does your head hurt? You got hit pretty hard, and I bought some pain pi--” “I’m fine.” He answered curtly. “Are you mad at me or something? Because trust me I don’t find this ideal either, and I didn’t want to tell you about who I am or take off my mask unless it was my choice and I didn’t really have one and--” “Stop making this about you. Who’s house is this? There’s bedrooms with kid stuff and you don’t have kids.” Bucky grumbled, hand on the hilt of his knife. “This is my house Buck, my family and I used to live here.” You sat down, “If you could please not ask anything about them it would be great, Sam asked me to take you guys somewhere safe and far from New York so I did as I was asked. You were unconscious and right now I might be marked down as dead or missing in New York because I’m here and not at work and the bookstore is--” “No one is asking you to stay!” Bucky grumbled, “You have the means to leave so why don’t you just go. Sam and I can handle this from here, we don’t need you Y/N. We won’t trash your family home or whatever, just leave.” Your heart stung, the closest person you had didn’t want you around, “Oh.” You managed, “Yeah that makes sense.” You walked past him and said bye to Sam, wishing him luck. You didn’t spare a glance at Bucky, instead you went straight out the front door and into a portal leading to your apartment in New York. ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ That night you found yourself patrolling again, trying to think about anything but Bucky, maybe he was disappointed in the way you looked, or maybe he was mad you left him in New York to get your car. The list went on forever, but you couldn’t help the sting of thinking maybe he thought you were less than average looking. Bucky had always said he didn’t care what you looked like, that he knew you deep down and that was what he liked so much about you. You were so deep in thought you didn’t notice the figure standing on the building across the street until he hit you with a tranquilizer, and you tumbled over into a heap on the roof. ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ “Where did you send them?!” He demanded again, you groaned as he tased you again. Your body was too weak to teleport, and your mind was almost ready to begin to give in to what the man wanted to know, where Sam and Bucky were. He asked again and sent another painful shock up your spine, your brain was so fuzzy.“I se-sent them to--” You groaned in pain, “To this beach house i-in North Carolina.” You choked out and he shocked you again. “You’re going to give us the address, and hope for your sake that they’re there.” He grabbed you by the arm roughly and put you back into the holding cell designed for someone as strong as Bucky. You pulled yourself off the floor and against the wall, pulling your knees to your chest as one of the guards watched your struggle with amusement, you swore the second you’d get your powers back to kill him right after the one who tortured you. The agent came back, this time with his boss, “She says they’re in North Carolina.” His boss opened the door, a large gun attached to his hip.“North Carolina, huh? What’s the address?” He sneered at you, kicking your shin, you whined in protest. “I need you to show me a map, and I’ll give you the address, it was a house we broke into. It’s not exactly beach season right n--” He slapped you and you reeled to the side. “Get a map.” He ordered the other agent, “I only want the address, not your reasoning for choosing it. Now why don’t you tell me why you aren’t with them?” You looked away shamefully, why on earth were you protecting Bucky? “I’m not an Avenger, this wasn’t my business, I just got mucked up in it, see what good it gives me to help Avengers? You think I want this?” You spat at his feet and he bent over once more, when the agent came back. The man in charge gave you a warning look but brought the map down to your eye level, handing you a pen.You dragged your eyes along the map until you found the little vacation town you visited as a kid, circling it, “That town right here, it’s on..” You studied the map closer, “Its on Cedar street, the only house on the street, you can’t miss it.”The boss eyed you for a moment longer and handed the map to the other agent, “Get this to the pilot, now.” He bent down to your eye level, “I think you’re more useful than you let on.” ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ You were left on the ship with the annoying guard while all the other agents surrounded an empty beach house, and once they realized this was just a decoy, you were gonna die. It would be your final resting place, the same as your families’. The accident that killed them and gave IGH permission to mutate your DNA. Now you would be buried with them, and hopefully get to rest. You waited for what felt like ages, with no chance of your powers kicking in anytime soon. You began to hear several gunshots and furrowed your eyebrows, “They’re killing them?” You asked the guard and he laughed.“There’s no need for the soldier anymore, we have you.” He grinned maliciously and then there was a hole in his head. His body slumped over and you gasped in horror at the amount of blood leaving his body, “Nov thank god!” Bucky rushed in and broke the door open with his left arm.“Bucky?” He helped you up and you didn’t dare to meet his eyes, “How’d you find me?” “Sam and I came back to New York and I felt bad so I looked up where you lived and saw you weren’t home so I knew you were out Nov-ing it up and I saw you get shot and taken away so we followed in the Quinjet.” Bucky pulled you out of the cell and helped you walk to their jet. “Why did you take them here?” He asked and you looked away.“My family is buried here and I knew they were gonna kill me when they discovered that I lied, and I’d rather be buried with my family.” Bucky wrapped his arms around you and you didn’t move. “Y/N they wouldn’t have killed you. You heard that guard, they were going to keep you and use you as an assassin.” He paused, “I’m sorry about your family, I didn’t know.” You didn’t know what to say so you didn’t speak, and Bucky let you go, “I’m sorry about how mean I was back in Montana, I was upset that you didn’t get to do things on our own terms and I took it out on you. Thank you for saving me from HYDRA.” Sam came in and smiled at you.“Hi Y/N, nice to see that you aren’t dead. FRIDAY take us home.” The jet started and took off, Sam eyed you and Bucky and went into the medical room. “It’s whatever.” You mumbled, “Is there any food or water on this thing? I’m dying.” Bucky stood up without another word and grabbed a water bottle and a bag of chips, he sat away from you and didn’t say anything for the rest of the flight. You ended up falling asleep and not remembering ever getting home. When you got up the next morning Bucky was in your living room laying in the couch.“What’re you doing here?” Every muscle in your body protested every movement you made. “Making sure you’re alright.” He answered softly, he got up and guided you to sit down, “Let me make you breakfast.” You leaned back again the couch with no objections. “I thought you were being a dick because you thought I was ugly if I’m being honest.” You spoke up, Bucky looked at you and raised his eyebrows. “Y/N, you’re quite literally the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, shut up.” You leaned your head back and looked at the ceiling, Bucky moved to stand above you and chuckled at you, “Havin’ fun there?” “My muscles hate me from all that shocking.” You frowned and Bucky bent down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You should’ve just given us up.” He rubbed the sides of your face affectionately. “I’ll keep that in mind next time I help you two hide.” Bucky grinned and went back into the kitchen. “Don’t worry doll, I’m here taking care of you until you’re better, Mr. Captain America himself gave me time off.” He winked at you and you rolled your eyes. “You better, like you said I should’ve just given you up.” Bucky glared at you playfully and walked a plate with an omelette.“I’m forever in debt to you Nov.” Bucky smirked at you and went back into the kitchen to get something for you to drink.“That’s nice to hear, you’re a good kisser.” ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ You groaned in complaint as Bucky rolled over, nearly crushing you in the process, “Buck.” You tapped his head with your palm. “Buck get off your killing me.”“Mmm you’re a good pillow.” He hummed and moved to get comfier.“Bucky you literally weigh a ton, get off me.” You felt much more awake and portal-ed him onto his side of the bed.Bucky opened his eyes and looked at you, “That was the meanest thing you’ve ever done to me!” He turned away from you, taking all the blankets in the process.“Worse than the time I teleported bird poop on your motorcycle for April fools?” You moved to spoon him and get back under the blankets. “Much worse. Even if the motorcycle is my baby.” He scooted himself back to be more up against you. “What am I, chopped liver?” You buried your face into his short hair and sighed. “No, you’re just mean.” You giggled on his head and felt him laugh. “Fine. You can use me as a pillow, just gentler please?” You let him go and rolled back onto your own pillow and Bucky squirmed to snuggle into the crook of your neck and wrap and arm around you. You caged him in your arms and ran a hand through his hair slowly, “That’s more like it, you can be my baby again.” You rolled your eyes, “You know we have a mission briefing in an hour, right?” Bucky buried his face farther into your neck. “You also know that if we’re late again Sam won’t let us go on missions together anymore, right?” Bucky whined.“Five more minutes? Keep playing with my hair Nov.” You bit your lip in satisfaction and continued. “Five more minutes.” You said sternly, knowing Bucky would somehow turn the next five minutes into fifteen, and that you’d be ten minutes late to the briefing from getting distracted together in the shower. You also knew that it didn’t matter, because Sam knew you and Bucky made a great team, and that’s why you were celebrating your six month anniversary of officially dating when you got back from the mission. “I love you Y/N.” Bucky mumbled sweetly, pressing a tiny kiss to your neck. “I love you too Buck.” ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ ⫸ Fin !! A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for a little bit now hehe, I hope you guys enjoyed it!!!

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the-batgirl · 5 years

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An Avenger’s Christmas Party?

Pairing: Hope x Scott

Wordcount: 2,697

Warnings: Horrible christmas pick up lines.

Summery: (Set in a ‘best possible scenario’ version of post endgame. A year after everyone is brought back and Thanos is defeated. Everyone is alive, and the Avengers are reunited.)

Tony Stark throws a christmas party for the Avengers, and Invites Scott, Hope and Cassie. Classic Christmas party things happen, mingling, eating, other stuff-ing

Author’s note: I never post my fics to Tumblr, they all go on my ao3, but this is a special occasion. @blackberrywidow reached 500 recently and set up a writing challenge! So first of all GO FOLLOW HER! ABI IS THE SWEETEST!

The prompt I picked for the fic was “I think that’s the least romantic thing you have ever said to me” which just radiated Hopescott to me. I’d been dying to write for them anyway, and Biiitch i love christmas tropes.

Am I confident? No, never.

Hope you enjoy!

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to bring Cassie with us? I mean, this is a party...being thrown by Tony Stark...that all the avengers are attending.”

“Hope, you’re asking me about my opinion on whether an idea is smart or not?” Scott smiled as he watched Hope roll her eyes. “Relax,” he chuckled “You know Stark has a kid now too, this isn’t gonna be a rager or anything. Everyone’s bringing their kids.” Scott buttons his dress shirt, “It is a christmas party after all.”

“An Avengers christmas party.” She shook her head.

“Now that’s a Primetime Christmas special!”

“And Stark invited us? Even after what you did in Germany a couple years back?”

“Are we still on that?”

“He must be very forgiving is all I’m saying.” Hope slipped on her black heels, and Scott smiled at her dumbly. She wore a black formal jumpsuit, with a slit going down the collar. Her dark hair was held up in loose updo, her face framed by the strands falling from it. “I mean, you fought against him...”

“Well, I’d wager that helping bring you unlucky half back from the soul stone probably squashed any bad blood between us. I’m surprised he even remembered me honestly.” Scott pulled on the grey suit jacket he had rented the day before.

“Who could forget Ant Man?” She quipped.

“And the Wasp.” Hope’s nose scrunches as she smiles, and Scott couldn't resist the quick kiss he pressed to the corner of her red lips.

“You’re going to get lipstick marks before we even get there at this rate.”

“Then stop being so kissable? Honestly Hope get it together we have to look presentable in front of these guys. How can I impress cap with lipstick on my face?”

Hope laughs, pushing his face away, “You are so unbearable.”

“Oh Yeah, that’s why you live with me right?”

“Who else would babysit you?”

“Ouch, that stung!”

“Hilarious.” Hope picks up the tie Scott had set aside for the evening, “You’re really wearing this to the party?”

“Why not? It’s a Christmas tie! Look,” Scott presses a button on the fabric, and it flashes in red and green lights, “It lights up!”

“Did Cassie get this for you?”

“Nah, It’s from Luis. We had a secret santa thing at the office.”

“Of course it is.” She wraps the tie around his neck, and ties it. “Perfect.”

“How do you know how to do that so well?” He asks.

“I used to help my dad tie them. I’ve learned to do it in record time.”

“Cool....y’know, I think you'd look pretty hot in a tie.”

“Not in this one.” Hope scoffs, with a smirk.

“What? How can you feel nothing for this happy snowman tie?”

“Oh I feel something for it alright.”

Their bedroom door opens, and a smiling Cassie does a twirl, revealing the red christmas dress Maggie had picked out for her.

“How do I look?” She asks.

Scott’s heart clenches, he moves, and lifts her into his arms, “Peanut, you look beautiful!” he spun her around, and Cassie giggled in his embrace.

“Oh my gosh! Cassie you look amazing!” Hope exclaimed. Scott set his daughter down, and kissed her forehead.

The younger girl grinned, “Not as amazing as you! You look beautiful!”

“Aww sweetheart, trust me, you’re gonna be the prettiest girl in the room at the party tonight.” Hope tapped Cassie’s nose lovingly.

“She’s right peanut.” Scott said, kissing Cassie’s cheek.

“Am I gonna get to meet the Avengers?”

Scott shrugged, “You’ve already met two.” He said, glancing at Hope who rose a brow.

“Since when am I an Avenger?”

“Since you earned it.” He winked, “I know you haven’t actually accepted the offer yet, but you so deserve it.” Hope doesn't respond, but it doesn't matter, it’s not what today is about.

“I’m so lucky,” Scott says, “I get to walk into an Avengers party with the two best looking girls in the world.”

“We’re a team!” Cassie exclaims.

Scott hugs both the girls into him, and laughs, “We are! Ant-man, the Wasp, and…”

“Ant-girl?” Hope tries.

“Yeah! Ant-Girl!” Cassie gushed.

“And Ant-Girl! The muscle of the team!” Not that Scott had any intention of allowing Cassie to ‘suit up’ anytime soon. No, no, Maggie would murder him. But Cassie was his hero, always, in every way. As was Hope. He adored his girls to the moon and back.

“Alright, everyone ready?” He asks.

“Unless you want to mess with your hair for another ten minutes.” Hope snickers playfully, “We’re ready.”

“let’s go!”

“Wow, this place is….”

“Beautiful!” Cassie smiles, finishing Hope’s thought as the three entered the large open room.

There was a huge christmas tree in the middle of the room, covered in ornament bulbs and beads. Long tables with red and green tablecloths on them were lined with food of all kinds. Scott knew he’d be in big trouble if he let Cassie get a hold of all that sugar.

For all the fancy trimmings, it felt...oddly casual. Welcoming. Everyone was just...talking and laughing, sitting around being normal, and alive.

Some of the Avengers- and family of Avengers, gave them friendly nods and smiles as the three of them entered. There was no pretentious air of superiority, or looks of ‘pfft it’s the ant guy’.

Scott thinks maybe everyone stopped caring after Thanos. Now, they were all avengers...and, just people. People who had all lost something when that purple asshole snapped his fingers.

He squeezed the hand he had rested on Hope’s waist.

“It’s amazing.”

“Not too much?” Scott jumped at the voice, and turned. Tony Stark himself, and his wife- what was her name again? It was a spice wasn’t it? Oh God, this was going to be embarrassing…

He noticed the baby in Mrs. Stark’s arms, their new daughter that the media was in love with.

“Mr. Stark! And um Mrs. Stark! H-hi!” Oh, he could practically feel Hope cringing beside him. She smoothly swooped in to save the interaction, offering her hand out.

“Mr and Mrs Stark, I haven’t had the pleasure yet, my name is Hope Van Dyne.”

“The Wasp!” Tony finishes, shaking her hand, “I think you’re a total badass. And please, call me Tony.”

Hope smiles, and Woman-who’s-name-is-a spice used the arm not holding her baby to shake Hope’s hand.

“Pepper Stark.” The woman informed with a smile. Pepper! That’s it!

Cassie released Scott’s hand, and approached Pepper and Tony shyly, “I’m Cassie.” she stated, “Your house is very pretty.”

Tony chuckled, “Why thank you, I’m glad you like it Cassie.”

Her bright eyes turned to the little bunde in Pepper’s arms “Your baby is so cute! What’s her name?”

“Morgan,” She answered, leaning down so Cassie could see her better. “We named her after my uncle.”

Cassie timidly stepped nearer, slowly reaching a hand towards Morgan, hesitating fo a moment.

“It’s okay sweetie, she won’t bite.” Pepper assured her.

“She actually doesn't even have teeth yet.” Tony laughed.

Cassie touched her hand to Morgan’s, and the baby wrapped her small fist aroungd Cassie’s pointer finger. Scott’s heart danced at how adorable the sight was.

“Oh, that’s precious..” He heard Hope whisper.

“She’s so small…” Cassie marveled.

“You used to be that small too, peanut.”

Cassie grins, “My daddy can shrink down to smaller than her fingers!”

“He can?” Pepper exclaimed in dramatic awe, “How cool!”

“There's a couple other kids here,” Tony said, “They're over in the entertainment area with our babysitter, his names Peter. You can go hang out with them if you want. We have a hockey machine, lots of snacks too.”

“Air hockey? I love air hockey!” Cassie beamed at Scott, “Can I go do air hockey?”

“Go wild peanut- well, don’t actually go wild because we don’t want to be replacing any broken things but- have fun!”

“I’ll show her where it is, Peter probably wants to hold Morgan again anyway.” The blonde decided, “It was nice to meet you two!”

Hope smiled, “Same to you Pepper. Cassie was right, this whole place is gorgeous.”

“Well, I’ve learned over the years that the Starks cut no corners when it comes to dramatics.” She winks to her husband. “He even had tiny realistic versions of the Avengers made into ornaments.”

“Wh-That’s awesome!” Scott gushed.

“Right? Pep said it was ‘too much’” The billionaire says with mocking air quotes.

Pepper rolls her eyes, “What was really too much was you wanting to make the ice cubes look like christmas trees and dreidels.”

“Go big or go home.”

“For once, I wish you’d just go home.” She jeers with a grin. Pepper turns her attention back to the guests, “Follow me sweetie, I’m excited to see you destroy the other kids at air hockey. Some of them just deserve it.”

Cassie happily complied, bounding after the woman excitedly.

“It was great to officially meet you Ms. Van Dyne, and good to see you again Scott. And If you two need anything, just let me know.” He gives Scott a look, “Nice tie.”

“Oh! Um, thanks! Uh it actually lig-”

“Thank you Mr. Stark” Hope interjects, “And happy holidays.”

“Happy Holidays.” Stark nods.

“Hey um, do you think I can have the ant man ornament after you’re done with it?”

Hope laughs, “Why? So you can shrink down and talk to it?”

“Hope!”

“Hey.” Scott quips leaning over to hand Hope the glass of wine he’d fetched for her. Scott had never drank something so expensive in his life.

“Hm?”

“You’re the most beautiful person in this room. And like- the most badass.”

“Shut up!” Scott grinned as he noticed the slight blush on her face. “You’re so dumb, I can’t take you anywhere.”

“Oh poor you, being complimented by your hot boyfriend.”

“You sound 12.”

“You look 22, maybe younger- like honestly, where are your flaws?”

“Idiot.”

“Genius. God, you’re so smart” Hope tries to hold back the smile tugging at her lips and Scott brushes a strand of her dark hair out of her face. “Shouldn't you be on top of the tree angel?”

“Pfft.” She scoffs, “That’s so stupid.”

“What? I thought that one was pretty good!”

“You’re regular pickup lines are bad enough, now i’m dealing with Vol 2: Christmas version. ”

“Y’know, Cassie appreciates my dad jokes.”

“Yes, because you’re her dad. You’re giving me pick-up lines that are amusing exclusively to middle schoolers, and you.”

“Can I take a picture of you, so I can show santa what I want for Christmas?”

“I hate you.”

Scott laughed, he always knows he’s won when she has to resort to the classic ‘I hate you’. He holds her waist, and they navigated the room. Scott recognized most of the people. He’d met some of them before Thanos, in Germany...not all of them in the best of circumstances.

The woman with the long red hair, Black Widow, Natasha, she had kicked his ass in Germany, and now she was sipping at red wine and smiling as she chatted with Cap.

Sam was there too, The Falcon, hanging out with the long haired metal arm guy at one of the tables near the far corner of the room. Sam was the first Avenger he’d met, the one who had recruited him for Germany in the first place. Scott had been floored when Steve told him that Sam was a victim of Thanos.

The blonde space warrior lady, Captain Marvel, the one who had saved them all, was holding Colonel Rhodes’s hands as the two moved to the soft christmas music. Scott noticed how she steadied him, his legs in those braces couldn't move like hers could, but she seemed to be content, smiling at him as they swayed side to side.

Scott felt a kind of guilt claw at him, he’d almost forgotten what that crazy day in Germany had cost the colonel who was shot out of the sky. And yet, the man was smiling at a Christmas party. Like nothing had happened.

“Scott?”

“Hm?” He said, snapping out of his thoughts.

Hope rose a brow at him, “You’re being uncharacteristically quiet. Where are you?”

“I’m...right here?”

“Doesn't seem like it.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I have you to bring me back.” He smiled.

“Har har.” She nudges him.

Scott set his drink down, and offered a hand out to Hope, “Would you like to move your body with my body to the beat of this Sinatra song?”

“Wow, I think that’s the least romantic thing you have ever said to me.”

“What? I thought it sounded…smooth?”

“That was you asking me to dance, yes?”

“Well, yeah. I thought that was pretty clear.”

“It wasn’t.” Still, Hope set her drink down next to his, Scott was already grinning, “Sure, show me your moves.”

He took her hand, and led her to where people were dancing. He rested one hand on her waist, and the other held her hand. She steps closer, pressing herself almost into him. And slowly he began to move with her.

“Good so far?”

“I suppose.” She shrugs.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I haven’t exactly danced with a lot of people.”

“Me either. But I think you’re probably the best dance partner I could ask for.”

Side to side, they swayed and stepped to one of Sinatra’s christmas classics, The Christmas Waltz.

‘It's that time of year’

A step,

‘When the world falls in love…’

A spin,

‘May you new years dreams come true…’

“This is so much better than prom.” Hope whispers, “You aren’t awkwardly looking away from me out of fear of eye contact.” She giggles

“I never went to prom.” He admitted.

“I only went once...my date couldn't dance, he just held my hips and shuffled his feet.”

Scott chuckled, “See? It’s all about the right partner.”

She smiled, and it was very hard to pay attention to anything else.

Another step, another spin.

“Do you realize how loud you’re humming?” She asked.

“No, actually. That’s one of the things I love about you y’know? You notice everything.”

“No I don’t.”

“More than I do.”

“That isn’t exactly a great feat Scott.”

“Fair.” He laughed.

“Oh, don’t look now, but I think Cassie's’ organized a revolution.”

Scott turned them, and he saw Cassie and a gang of about four other children raiding the dessert table. “Oh God…”

Hope chuckled, “We’ll be peeling her off the walls tonight.”

“Great.” He sighs in defeat.

“Maggie's gonna be pissed we let her have so much sugar.”

A disheveled teenaged boy rushed up to the gaggle of younger kids, and looked like he was going to try to usher them away from the table, but ended up grabbing a slice of cake instead.

Hope shrugged, “Not that she would have easily gone to bed anyway, Christmas being so close…just two more days.”

“Good thing we wrapped all the presents early.”

“We? You did like two presents! Maggie and I deserve the credit.”

“But I made you guys coco!” He reminded her.

She sighed, shaking her head in amusement, “That was pretty good coco.”

“Luis and Cassie said the same thing! It’s a talent.”

“You're adorable.”

He twirls her around, and Hope laughs, “Well, you can actually dance.” she muses, “I’m impressed.”

“Yeah, I took waltzing lessons before Maggie and I got married. I wanted to impress her during the whole ‘first dance’ thing.”

“Did it work?”

“No. Her dress was too long, we did the sway.”

“Aww…” Hope chuckles, “It’s sweet that you tried at least. My mom taught me.”

“Y’know, somehow I can’t imagine Hank and Janet tearing up the dance floor together.” The song slows to an end, Scott takes the opportunity to dip Hope.

She lets out a surprised breath. “You...really know how to dance!”

“I’m a man of many talents.”

“Mm, no kidding?” He pulled her back up, and she pressed herself against him, “The coco, the waltzing...I wonder what else you can do.” Hope whispers with a mischievous smile.

“Let’s just say that good tidings aren’t the only thing I can give you.”

“And here we go again.” She shook her head, “That was almost romantic.”

“What? You weren’t swept off your feet?”

Hope laughed, and then- “Oh God…” She cringed

“What- oh.” Somehow, because Scott’s life really is a romantic comedy, he and Hope were standing perfectly aligned under mistletoe.

He had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing, “Well...how bout that.” A snicker slips from his lips. “See? you do notice everything!”

“Yeah, pretty convenient.” She quirked a brow.

“What, are you accusing me of planning that?” Scott gasped in a faux offended tone.

“This is exactly the type of cheesy romcom bs you would pull, it isn’t an outrageous accusation.”

“Gosh Hope, if you wanted a kiss so bad all you had to do was ask.”

“Aaand, I’m leaving.”

“Not without a kiss you aren’t!”

“I will sting you Scott Lang.” She warned, but still wound her arms around him.

He brushes her hair out of her face, and smiles. “You've already stung me Hope Van Dyne.”

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ROBERT KIRKMAN AND THE END OF AN ERA

Walking Dead was the first comic book I read.

Before that, I mostly knew comics from 90s cartoons I watched when I was a kid.

I would read about comics on wikipedia and get excited, the fact that Spider-Man and the X-Men shared the same universe was REAL NEAT in a way that I couldn’t quite explain, the idea of Big Events like House of M and Secret Wars was REALLY COOL to me, but I didn’t actually know how to go about reading those. I bought a couple issues off ebay, I wanted to like comic books, but I didn’t have enough context to really get into it. I had no idea that comics came out every Wednesday, or that there were options outside of MArvel and DC.

I was in college, working a shitty retail job, with a manager who saw through the veil. Life is meaningless, we’re all gonna die, humans are caterpillars with wasp eggs in our brain.

(this was before zombies or superheroes were cool, yes I know how hipster that sounds, whatever it was the early oughties)

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So when this coworker pitches WALKIND DEAD to me I am ALL EARS. He tells me to check out the first trade paperback. I didn’t know what that meant, but I went to BARNES AND NOBLE because that was still a thin. This was the description on the back:

(I just dug this out of my closet, feels weird man)

and yes I know how edgelordy it seems now, but back then THIS GOT ME, this tapped into a frustration or frascination or SOMETHING that nothing else ever had in the same way

SO YEAH I GO AHEAD AND BUY THOIS FOR NINE DOILLARS AND NINETY NINE SENCSE

I read that first trade, which in hindsidght collects the first 6 issues, and then I’m at a loss. How to read more?? I wait for the next trade, and the next trade. I would go into barnes and noble every couple months and check if the next book was there (again, this was before I knew what I was doing, before everything was shoved down your throats, back when Walking Dead was something that nobody else heard about, yes I know I sound like a grouchy old man)

At this point I’m living in the cornfields of Lancaster county. I’m like 19, not sure if I should drop out of college or not.

I decided to Google the author Robert Kirkman, and I found out he wrote a bunch of other books. He wrote Wolfman and Brit and Battle Pope, the list goes on. WAIT A SECOND YOU CAN JUST BUY COMIC BOOKS OFF THE INTERNET?

So down the rabbit hole I go. Of course I stumble upon INVINCIBLE which is THE BEST SUPERHERO COMIC IN THE UNIVERSE so I start picking up those trades. This leads me to other trades, I read through WATCHMEN and DARK KNIGHT RETURNS and ULTIMATES and NIGHTLY NEWS. It’s all fuckin really exciting because these are some of the first comics I’ve read, and I’m going in completely fucking blind. HERE HAVE A NEW ART FORM WHY NOT READ JUST THE BEST THINGS FROM HISTORY HERE THEY ALL ARE AT ONCE

At this point it’s like 2009 and I’ve graduated college, I live in Maryland now, and maybe I’m going through some shit and one day when I’m getting a California Tortilla burrito I decide to step into a comic shop

“uhhh I’ve been getting the Walking Dead trades and the Invincible collections, I’ve read up to this point, how do I start reading the single issues or whatever you call them?”

Fucking honestly great job @bigplanetcomics in Silver Spring MD. Super welcoming to a newbie, and honestly helped me through some shit

They point me to the single issues of Walking Dead and Invincible. For a while I go there monthly, pick up the single issues, get my hair cut at Floyds, and eat a burrito for lunch. I start picking up other issues, the habit is certainly forming

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZfKOmygkr4

This doesn’t mean anything to you but that is a TIME IN MY LIFE that I guess I’m being nostalgic about now. This was how I discourved comic books, mixed in with learning how to be an adult in a city that didn’t feel like home

Eventually I move to Virginia, it’s 2012 now and at this point I’m going to Big Planet Comics Vienna every Wednesday (that’s when new comis books come out, WHO KNEW, honestly they don’t tell you that and THEY REALLY SHOULD). I’m still picking up WALKING DEAD and INVINCIBLE, but I’m also picking up pretty much any new #1 that comes out, for better and often for worse

if you hand me an old issue of WALKING DEAD or INVINCIBLE right now, I can tel you what was going on in my life when that issue came out. What girl was I dating, what was I doing at my job, where was I eating lunch on Saturdays. Again, not super interesting to other people, but for me each issue is a window into my life that month, it’s 22 pages of who I used to be

The point I want to make but haven’t yet is that these books lead me to OTHER BOOKS. Robert Kirkman was always very open about WAlking Dead being a GATEWAY DRUg: “The Walking Dead, although I love it, is far from the best comic being published today.” so without Walking Dead, I would not have read PRETTY DEADLY or ALEX + ADA or RESIDENT ALIEN or EAST OF WEST or SQUIRREL GIRL or MS MARVEL or LUMBERJANES

Fast forward a few years, through some fuckin chapters in my biography, it’s 2016 now and I’m about to move to California. This is going to sound dumb but I only cried twice when I was moving. Once when I said goodbye to the girl I thought I would marry, and once when I asked for my pull list from Big Planet Comics for the last time.

Before I move to California, one of the first things I do is look up the local comic shop. I find one that’s between my apartment and my job. I go there the first Wednesday after I move, and I’ve gone there every Wednesday since then.

Whatever else is going on in my life, picking up my books on Wednesday has been a part of the routine for the last 10 years or so. And for that entire time, WALKING DEAD and INVINCIBLE have been with me through it all.

SO FUCK ME RIGHT when Robert Kirkman stabs me through the heart and tells me that INVINCBLE is ending. THAT LAST ISSUE IS like jumping ahead 50 years and looking through a photo album of the best friends you made in college, living life, finding meaning, and moving on without you. RYAN OTTLEY’s art has been a part of my ACTUAL FUCKING LIFE for so long that MY EYES AREN’T SURE WHAT TO DO WITHOUT HIM (other than to buy Spider-Man).

But Walking Dead is still going strong, right? WRONG. Extremely recently, Robert Kirkman and Charlie Adlard and Cliff Rathburn PULLED A FAST ONE ON US and ENDED WALKING DEAD without announcing it ahead of time.

I bought issue 193, thinking it was a regular issue. It was not. It was the end.

I had no idea this was coming.

And as part of that issue, one of the characters made this speech:

PLEASE UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH OF A MOMENT THIS WAS FOR ME

this was the excerpt I read in barnes and noble when I was 19 living in Lancaster not sure if I should drop out of college, passing through the years of monthly comic shop trips by myself in Maryland, through Virginia and lending out books to anyone who would listen, to California where my comic shop now has palm trees and I now have gray hairs and eye crinkles

Since I started reading Walking Dead and Invincible, zombies became overdone, superheroes went from “Jessica AlbaFantatsic Four movie” to Avengers Endgame. I went from terrified 19 year old to crinkly-eyed 33 year old. It’s hard not to look back on that transition and not feel.... sad

Robert Kirkman and Charlie Adlard and Ryan Ottley you sons of a bitches. I know it’s basic to like zombies and superheroes now, but YOU GOT ME THROUGH SOME THINGS and I honestly feel... thankful for the time we spent together. I know you’re working on other stuff now, and I’m excited for it. I’m also excited about other books like GIDEON FALLS and EAST OF WEST and PAPER GIRLS and SAGA. But I’m going to mourn this end of an era.

tl;dr: Invincible and Walking Dead are over. So are my twenties.

#walking dead #invincible #image comics #Robert Kirkman #Ryan Ottley #Charlie Adlard #K's Choice #Big Planet Comics #dogfishbeer

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jeanandthedreamofhorses · 5 years

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What are your thoughts on Endgame?

I feel kinda bad even answering this question because the hype around Endgame really touched my soul, I thought it was totally wonderful how invested people got into it and how reinvigorated they were by the whole experience - so it was a shame I didn’t actually like the movie that much >_

(Cut for those whom I don’t want to spoil the hype)

I thought the start was fantastic, and the five years later, but as soon as they started time-travelling about it started feeling a bit gimmicky and fanservicey: going back to all the previous films and such. Some people really loved that, I know, and what my cousin always liked about the first Avengers film (my least favourite Avengers film) was that it was like a party in the form of a movie - just a big celebration of the series - and he thought the same about Endgame. Well, I don’t even like parties irl, so unfortunately I’m not so into that.

There were some great character moments in Endgame too, of course, and I generally liked most of them except Cap going back to the past, which seems to make his development over the last couple movies feel redundant. It wasn’t just a bunch of flashing lights and explosions - although where those are concerned I’ll readily agree that the final battle was cool af. But even then I felt the focus was more on the audience go WOAH!!! or COOL!!! a lot. And y’know, I was also saying WOAH!!! and COOL!!!. But those moments don’t stick with me as much a beautifully well-crafted story like The Winter Soldier, for instance, that doesn’t rely so much on that kind of thing.

It’s true Endgame is a superhero movie, which is naturally gonna be big and bombastic like that, but even a movie like Infinity War which brought all the characters together didn’t feel fanservicey in the same way Endgame did for me.

Again it’s that party vibe and over-emphasis on getting a reaction out of your audience. Hype is a pretty big seller nowadays, so much so that people who haven’t seen any previous Marvel movies saw Endgame, and the biggest generator of hype is social media. So nowadays in media you have a lot of focus on getting big reactions out of your audience so people go wild on social media over it, and draw more people to it that way. In total fairness to the MCU, their hype-moments are earned, unlike certain TV series on today which pull stuff out of their arses, but eh, sometimes it feels a little artificial to me. Like the “She’s not alone” scene was clearly just to make ppl go “yaaass girl power!” It wasn’t there for the story, it was there for the audience. Same goes for all the fan favs carrying the Infinity Gauntlet.

But maybe Endgame was always going to be somewhat damned for me as a fix-it movie. The ending to Infinity War was so impactful, and I loved watching the aftermath of it at the start of Endgame. But having this big triumphalist turnaround where the heroes all come out in full-force and kick the villain’s arses this time seems to kinda…spoil the impact of that first movie. It turned it into just another hype-generator. It feels like when you’re telling a story that ends sadly to a little kid and changing the ending so as not to hurt his feelings. From a pure story-telling perspective, I would have preferred all the snapped characters to remain dead and for this story to just focus on the Avengers avenging the lost ones, bringing down Thanos, and making their way through the pain.

Of course I can understand why Marvel couldn’t do that, and I want Far From Home and Guardians 3 as much as anyone else, but I think it also kinda meant that I would never be able to properly enjoy a necessary film like this. I probably sound like I only like sad endings now, and that’s not true: it’s just that, come on, Infinity War’s end was SO good.

Anyway, I have been, weirdly enough, absorbing some of the hype post-film, and I think I like it more now than I did leaving the cinema. However, I worry that that isn’t my actual opinion and is just my desire to join in with everyone else. Hmmm. But yeah, good development for Iron Man, Black Widow, Thor. Roll on Asgardians of the Galaxy!

#not snk

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hellsbells91 · 5 years

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Avengers: Endgame, a day later

What an absolute ride. My brain hurts though. It’s a lot to unpack and this post/review/scrutinisation turned into a bit of a mini-essay.

Spoilers are all below the cut and they are detailed spoilers for the whole film, just to warn everyone:

An emotional rollercoaster that despite us knowing that time travel would be involved still had its moments that kept me guessing as to what could happen, or how it could happen. I still felt the joy and intrigue during the ‘time-heist’ and a moment of piercing dread when Thanos picked up the fully-loaded infinity gauntlet for the second time.

I also loved how Endgame took the time to be immensely fun. Of course it had bleak moments, depressing moments, angry moments, but damn did it make me laugh. Korg, Frigga, OG Hulk, Loki... their presence, however short-lived or ultimately unfulfilling, was like a soothing balm for the soul and reminded us why we fell in love with these guys the first time around. How much charisma and charm can Tom Hiddleston fit into about a minute of screen time of Loki, also without speaking for most of it? A lot. He is on form as always and I’m glad for it.

Infinity War was of a much darker tone, I feel, and I very much enjoy the parts of Endgame that made me feel like we were in the original Avengers again (I mean aside from the actual time travel portions), recapturing some of that joy and excitement and most importantly hope that was a constant comforting presence in the first title.

The emotional beats with Clint and his family, Scott and Cassie and Tony and Morgan (and Howard) also in particular gave the film much needed time to breathe after Infinity War’s ‘GO GO GO crank everything to 11!’ pace, and were for me at least among the most heartfelt moments.

I actually don’t have too much to say about Thor and Bruce, honestly. They were entertaining, I liked them, it was a bit of a shame we didn’t get more of Hulk and that Thor was made to be the butt of a joke for most of the film, but they both got pretty satisfying conclusions at least. I hope Thor shaves and gets a haircut though, I’m not digging the Volstagg look on him.

One sticking point for me was that Thor doesn’t even say Loki’s name once, not even to joke about him in the past or even glance at him in his cell on Asgard and this did slightly annoy me throughout the film, but I’m not overly torn up about it. Maybe they didn’t want to overdo the fact that in most of his films, Thor is grieving for Loki one way or another - we get it, he misses his brother. In the overall very long list of ways in which Loki’s character has gotten shafted in the MCU, this is one of the lesser things.

At least Thor got to say goodbye to Frigga this time, and I couldn’t help but also be lifted (just as Thor was) by her words, As I mentioned before, this was one of those times during the film that I got to be filled with hope.

The supporting cast were also great, and I’m kinda happy that they didn’t give Captain Marvel a bigger role, along with a decent excuse for her not being there most of the time. I was worried that being a new character with an upcoming franchise, she would be made to outshine the others in Endgame and they didn’t do that. Keeping most of the focus on the original six made Endgame more of a satisfying conclusion to their stories, with just hints of what will happen now for everyone else. Point to Marvel.

Onto fatalities:

So let’s start with the big one, Tony Stark. Iron Man was the first MCU film I watched and he’s been my favourite character (aside Loki) throughout the series. The world is a slightly duller place without him, but whilst it was undeniably upsetting and many tears were shed in the cinema and now while I’m writing this, it didn’t have the sour taste that Loki’s demise left me with.

Because if you’re going to have to go, you might as well save the entire universe in the process.

As we passed over all the characters standing at Tony’s funeral, I was sad, but not enraged. I was struck with this sense of ‘none of them would be here without Tony’ and it left me feeling just bittersweet about the whole thing. And after a few minutes when Happy asks Morgan if she’s okay and she says she is, I know that the characters, and myself, and everyone else will be too.

Of course we will be.

What a wonderful, hopeful ending.

I was pretty satisfied with Natasha’s end also, to be honest. I didn’t always love her presence in past films, but I can appreciate that her story in the MCU has been all about trying to do what she thinks is right, even if it sometimes means going against allies. Her sacrifice is an act of love, and hope. It’s not done out of guilt, she’s not trying to make up for past mistakes, it’s not framed as punishment - she’s just doing what she can to ensure that everyone else, especially Clint, has the chance to carry on - just like Tony does. So, like Tony, I’m more bittersweet about it than angry.

Loki on the other hand died brutally and needlessly - that whole opening scene in Infinity War caused so much controversy on how odd, cryptic, out of character and poorly edited it was that a lot of people straight up assumed that there just had to be more going on, there’s no way such accomplished filmmakers could be so sloppy! But like the other inconsistencies in Infinity War, Endgame offers no answers other than yep, the filmmakers really are that sloppy.

So with the major deaths out of the way, onto some bad stuff. This film is excellent to watch don’t get me wrong, just don’t start thinking about the time travel implications for more than 5 minutes. Because whilst the film takes the time to establish its own (confusing) set of rules for time travel, it then proceeds to play pretty fast and loose with those same rules.

Yes I’m going to complain about the timey-wimey stuff.

It’s a shame that the film that takes such care in adding in so many references to the past films, would take such liberties in other areas. I joked with my friend that i’d need a diagram to work it out so that it makes sense, and that has not changed so if anyone here can explain it, please let me know because I’m not a scientist, time travel or sci-fi expert and I can’t wrap my head around it.

By the logic that Gamora is alive in the 2023 present and her death has been effectively erased, so must Loki’s, Heimdal’s and the other Asgardians’ deaths be erased. Gamora cannot simultaneously be sacrificed for the soul stone but not exist in the timeline that led her there. Despite the film telling us the past can’t be changed, it seems that past versions of characters can change their own future, but then also have that alternate future have no bearing on the original timeline.

Using that logic Natasha and Tony could simply be brought in from an earlier time. No one ever need die again because they can just be brought forward from the past without consequence to the current timeline. Maybe this will come up in the future again, maybe we’ll learn that taking people out of their timelines has severe personal consequences as they start to remember multiple lives and states of being, a bit like Nebula, which would then give a solid enough reason as to why people shouldn’t just be brought back and could inform the plot of Gamora’s new existence in GOTG3, along with Loki’s TV series next year.

It still wouldn’t explain how Steve manages to pull this off without any consequences to himself and the fact that he lives in parallel to another Steve Rogers, but it would be something I guess? Even so, by going back to what appears to be the 40s/50s and staying there, Steve has also changed Peggy’s timeline (that’s one of those rules broken), and it would be a bit too dark for Marvel to link up Peggy’s eventual alzheimer’s with the fact that she has effectively led two separate lives, one with Steve and one with her husband and children - unless they’re gonna tell us that Peggy left her husband to be with Steve?? And are you telling me that Steve would sit back and not tell Peggy about HYDRA? Or help to free Bucky sooner?

Also Steve must have re-infected Jane with the Aether. Nice one Steve. And this putting the stones back where they came from would have also meant having to avoid the time-heist troupe, lest they see Steve again and figure out they must have won.

Idk I’m thinking about this too much.

The Thanos who is killed at the end of Endgame (... ha) is the Thanos from 2014. He leaves his original timeline and doesn’t return (unlike the Infinity stones) so how is any of what he did between 2014 and 2018 possible? Is the film trying to tell me that Thanos can jump from 2014 to 2023 and be killed but somehow also exist up until he is killed by Thor one month after the snap in 2018?

The film tells us the past can’t be changed when clearly it can. Or is it that the past can be changed but it won’t affect the present?

BUT HOW?

Have multiple timelines been created or not? It’s suggested that by returning the stones, the new timeline that was created by removing them in the first place would no longer exist, reverting everything back to how it was. In Loki’s case, as much as it pains me to say it, as soon as Tony and Steve go back to 1970 for the Tesseract, the alternate timeline Loki made by taking it in 2012 would be essentially overwritten, reverting everything back to how it was before.

There’s a whole lot of maybe’s and what if’s circling around and I hate padding this post with ‘lol idk what’s going on’ but I went into Endgame expecting some answers but ended up just getting more questions.

Apparently the upcoming TV shows have close ties to Endgame, and how cool would it be to see a Loki series in which his 2012 tesseract-wielding-self grapples with knowledge of his own future and plans accordingly until he catches up to the present day?? Watching as this powerful agent of chaos takes a steaming dump on time itself by refusing to stay dead or be erased from existence.

Something tells me though *cough*Marvel’s track record with Loki*cough* that this route will not be taken.

GOTG3 will at least, hopefully, help towards sorting out this time travel mess.

So, ultimately, is Avengers: Endgame a satisfying conclusion to the series? Kinda. Just don’t try to sort out the timelines. There’s more to come yet for a good while, and maybe (there’s that maybe again) we’ll still get the answers we seek.

....

Bonus: I’m reaching higher than the moon here but until told otherwise, the ‘clink clink’ noise at the end is totally Loki getting his handcuffs removed.

#a4 spoilers #endgame spoilers #avengers: endgame #Avengers #MCU #Tony Stark #Loki #steve rogers

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sporadic-writer · 5 years

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Education on Modern Times: Dancing

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Endgame Spoilers!, mentions of alcohol, uh maybe swearing, I don't remember.

Summary: the Avengers go and enjoy a free night out

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"Bucky. If you could do one thing now you used to do back in the day, what would it be?" Your head was in your hands as your elbows were propped on the pool deck. Despite tempts and requests for him to get in with you, the long haired gentleman simply sat at the edge of the pool.

He thought for a second. After pondering he met your eyes and said, "Dancing. Used to go out a lot and I kind of miss it." His feet kicked lightly back and forth as he sat next to you at the compound pool.

"We could always go ya know? I feel like now that the new compound is offcially done and set we should do something in the city. Nothing we need to manage here. We haven't done much since everything." You spoke as casually as you could, not wanting to bring up any sad memories. The fight against Thanos, Tony and Nat’s funerals, and Sam’s promotion was a lot to manage. After a few months, everything has finally settled and become as normal as it ever would be. “And plus, we could do either the dancing you’re used to from back in the day, or dancing nowadays! In New York anything is possible.” As you spoke you pushed back in the water.

Bucky tried not to focus too hard on your cute two piece as you swam. “Ok modern dancing is either actual dancing done by professionals, or just people stuck to each other swaying or moving weirdly to music.” The air quotes around music made you roll your eyes.

“Well which would you like to do? And it can be just us, or us with Sam, Wanda, and anyone else.” You knew he preferred doing the old-fashioned things with just you because Sam’s teasing still got to him despite knowing it is all in good fun. Adapting to the newer times was not horrible, but still odd sometimes. Plus, it’s not like you were going on dates. It was more like going on educational or sentimental outings.

He kicked the water at you playfully. “I guess we can try the newer version of going dancing. Last time Thor and the others from space stopped by he gave me some booze. So I can always get drunk and make it more fun. Wanda and Sam can come too if they want.” Your smile made all hesitation he had get pushed down.

“Yay! Ok tomorrow night. We will pre-game around 8ish and leave to get to the club by 10!” You began to get out of the water and trot to the door. Again, Bucky tried not to let his eyes linger too long. “Wanda! Really, asleep in the sauna? Anyways, wanna go dancing tomorrow night? Excellent! Want to get ready together? Cool.”

“So what should I wear?” Instead of a reply he just watched you run and jump in, causing a splash. “Nice. So again. What do I wear?”

“Um something like the pictures of Steve at Tony’s old parties. Not fancy in a suit, but not everyday casual. Just ask Sam if you need help. Check if he can come too. Now come on get in and swim with me!” You pulled at his feet and each of you laughed. Soon you were swimming and enjoying some relaxation and free time.

Time skip to the next night.

“Think Sam tortured Bucky on helping him get ready?” As Wanda spoke you finished brushing out your hair, prepping to twist and set some back to the side. You also took note of the intense gold dress she wore. It was simple and strapless, but off brand from her usual darker wardrobe. The navy one sleeved cocktail dress you were sporting was more on brand with Wanda.

You laughed lightly and said, “I hope not. I want him to enjoy the night. Silver accents right?”

“Yeah and the sliver heels. And hmm Y/N any reason you want this night with Bucky to go so well? Hmmm?” Her eyes were teasing and knowing.

“Maybe, maybe not. Do I want to look good? Yes. For him? Not totally. That is but a bonus.” Together you finished your makeup and sipped some wine. It was some lovely girl time.

Wanda’s phone chimed. “Aww Sam said they want to pick us up at the door. Are you ready? They are.” Seeing it was 8:06 you nodded while putting in your earrings. Just as there was a knock on the door you got your perfume on. “Ready babe?” You nodded and smiled. Together you opened the door to a set of dashing gentlemen.

Sam spoke first. “Ladies you look immaculate. Shall we venture off to the bar slash kitchen slash living room for cocktails?”

You couldn’t keep from giggling at Sam’s words and Bucky’s slack jaw. Wanda rested her hand on Sam’s outstretched arm and walked to the bar slash other areas. So far he had yet to say a word or look anywhere but at you. Blushing you speak softy to him. “Careful Buck, or you’ll catch flies.” He closed his mouth and smiled. “Gonna let a lady walk to get cocktails alone?”

He seemed to come back to reality there. “Of course not. Sorry.”

“I was just messing with you don’t worry.” You grabbed onto his bicep and you both walked to find Sam and Wanda making drinks.

“Anything with vodka or schnapps for me.” Moving away from Bucky you grabbed him a glass for his space hooch and you poured yourself a shot of silver tequila. “Anyone else? No? Alrighty.” You threw it back then stood to lean on Bucky. Together you all got a solid buzz going before the car arrived to take you into the city.

Upon entering the club you all went to a spot where you could eventually sit and relax. However, you and Wanda had other plans. Instantly, you both danced along to the music. The guys got more drinks and scanned the crowd. Sam did so to see if anyone peaked his interest. Bucky did so just to take it all in. The lighting was dark, but not horrible, and there was an edging of people against walls and by tables not mixing with the rest of the dancers. Spotting Wanda’s gold dress first, he smiled seeing you enjoying yourself. He had to admit. This wasn’t as horrible as he thought it would be.

“So will you actually dance tonight or did you just come and do this for Y/N?” Sam’s patterned green shirt made him blend in with the lighting. Bucky rolled his eyes and got sassed before he even replied. “Don’t deny it. I know you like her. Plus an idiot can figure this isn’t your first choice for a night out. She likes you too if it counts for anything.”

“And how would you know?” He tried not to let his face show the bubble of excitement of you potentially liking him. Rather, he kept looking at you sing along and sway your hips to the beat.

“I have eyes and ears that’s how I know. Make a move while we have some time to enjoy ourselves. Make good use of that Asgardian stuff and use it to grow a pair. Tell her you like her! She’s sweet and you would be good for each other. Now be cool they are coming back.” You huffed in a breath and gladly gulped the drink bought for you.

“Woo! It can get hot out there.” You sat next to Bucky and Wanda went next to you. She may or may not have sat close enough to make you need to move closer to Bucky. Not like you minded though, it was smooth whether intentional or not. Once settled, the 4 of you made idle chat and enjoyed the night life.

“I know we aren’t getting hammered tonight, but having a few drinks and dressing up? We needed this more than I thought.” Sam’s words were quite true. A night out was needed. You were about to agree but the other female present spoke first. “Now. Wanda I want to dance. Care to join me next song? Possibly be my wing woman?”

“Of course darling. But I need a refill, so let’s go get that first. Babe you good?” She stood up and looked down at you.

“Nah I’m good. I’ll come dance in a bit I promise.” You smiled at her and waited til she left before turning to the man next to you. “Are you having fun? I know this can be a lot.” Without realizing, you put your hand on his thigh, close to his knee, while looking at him. It was an innocent touch, but it still made his breath hitch.

He attempted to remain unfazed. “For sure. It’s new, but fun to take in and people watch. People do dance how I said, not really what comes to mind in regards to dancing. Still fun. Plus, seeing you in that dress makes this night 100% worth it.”

Talking through the fact that your face heated to 100 degrees, you smiled. “Look at you making me blush. I see the old charmer you used to be isn’t completely gone.”

“Never left, just sort of went into hibernation. Honestly though, you look amazing. Women did not dress like this to go dancing back in the 30s and 40s and I am not complaining.” By this point his arm was very close to your shoulders, coming up to your earring, and you became aware of your hand on him. “Not to mention, I actually really like these. They make your eyes sparkle.”

“Thank you.” Luckily, he heard you over your breathy response. “You look really nice as well. Sam help you out?”

“Yeah, not just with the clothes either.” By this point in the conversation your heart was pounding and somehow you both got closer to each other. You were breathing the same air and ignoring the music blasting through the speakers. “He also told me to grow a pair.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together in question. “What is he talking about?”

There was a slight pause that gathered the tension in the air. It became thick and filled with anticipation. “To grow a pair and tell you I like you.” His words were soft and held his feelings, the nerves only peaking out slightly. As he spoke a magnet brought you closer to each other, because that was somehow possible.

You eyes closed instantly and he barley pressed his lips to yours. Had it not been for your hand coming up to his arm, he would’ve pulled away. Instead he reciprocated in you deepening the kiss. Soft lips overlapped and he smiled a tad. With a boost in confidence, he bit your lip incredibly gently and loved that you got the hint and brought your tongue forward to meet his. it made him feel like a teenage again. Your perfume made his mind go into a blissful fog and his hand on your waste did the same. Unfortunately, you had to pull away to breathe.

“One of us owes Sam a drink.” He laughed at that. “How are you not out of breath? Because damn.. that was.. wow.”

“So articulate. But the serum helps with that.” You simply nodded then leaned in again to pick up where you left off. The 2 of you remained like that, connected and hands slightly roaming, until there was a shift in the rounded couch. “Wanda? How long have you been here?” Bucky looked at her while she was on her phone, your head on his shoulder muttering how she will pay for that.

“Oh don’t mind me! I just needed to step away while Sam talked someone up. I did come to see if Y/N wanted to dance, but she seems occupied.” Still not looking at her, you stuck your middle finger up in her direction. “Fine fine I can take a hint. Everyone out here getting some but me. I’ll be dancing if you need me.

A hand moved to your lower back. “She’s gone babe.”

Your head perked up and you smirked at him. “Babe?” He just nodded in response, not trusting his voice. He was nervous and didn’t know how you’d take the pet name. “I expected doll or something. But I see you’re being modern with that.” You pecked his lips again. “I like it. Now I just need one for you.”

He shrugged. “Can’t help ya there. Just, not puddin’ or something like that.”

The giggle you released was the best thing he’s ever heard. “How about Sarge? Or babe too? I don’t know I’ll come up with something.”

“I like either of those. Although, not how I imagined you callin’ me Sarge.” He froze. “That was not meant to be said out loud just now.”

“Shh it’s all good. It can be used when that time comes too.” You smirked and just kissed him before he could let his eyes get any bigger. You never did meet Wanda back out for that dance you promised her. However, you really didn’t care and she knew you were doing something much more enjoyable.

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