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specific trope I’m in love w/: super powerful people that are such sweethearts you forget they can kick ur ass ten way from Sunday- who then get mind controlled,cloned,etc. and everyone has a collective “oh shit” moment now that they have to fight them at full power (currently contenders: midoriya, present mic, Thor, spiderman, Bart specifically from animated YJ)
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They were so close.
Thanos’ monsters were falling by the dozens. All around, the victorious shouts were coming more and more from those on the side of Earth’s defenses, and the howls of the dying were coming more and more from those under Thanos’ wing. The tide was turning.
Loki had even allowed himself to believe, just for a moment, that this war might be winnable.
And then, just like that, that belief was snuffed out.
“Is that—? Is that Thor?”
Loki can’t bring himself to answer. He throws a hand up, projecting a bright green shield between himself and a charging Outrider and, in the process, protecting the idiot child in the Iron Spider suit—Peter, if Loki remembers right—fighting beside him. The creature collides with the wall, and Loki dives through the forcefield to drive a blade deep into the monster’s middle.
The boy barely notices, staring up at where, just now, Thor has touched down.
On the wrong side of the battle.
“What is he…?”
His voice trails off, eyes widening in horror as a white-hot bolt of lightning streaks down from the sky and demolishes a skyscraper. Concrete and shattered glass explode out in all directions, metal beams crash to the ground and flatten the civilians beneath that haven’t had a chance to flee, and Loki feels a horrible cringe at the pit of his stomach.
“Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit—”
The boy shoots a web at one of the wayward Midgardians. It connects with the woman’s back, and Peter yanks her roughly out of harm’s way. It’s a grand total of one life saved before the entire building has crumbled to the ground, and it’s one that’s not likely to last much longer, given the battleground that the city has become.
Loki turns to look at his brother, and his suspicions are confirmed.
Even from this far, he can see it plain as day: Thor is no longer Thor.
His one remaining eye blazes with brilliant white light, electricity crackles around him in all directions, but he’s holding himself all wrong. His arms are too tense and his back is too straight. And worst of all is his face. From this distance Loki can just barely make it out, and Thor looks… calm. Like he’s not standing in the middle of a city-turned-battlefield. Like he didn’t just destroy a building and end the lives of dozens and dozens of the innocent Midgardians he loves so much.
What’s more, he’s landed in the center of a massive crowd of Thanos’ Outriders, and not a single one of them is attacking him.
“Why did he do that?” Peter asks, voice already heavy with tears. He's confused, and frightened, and Loki finds that he very much does not blame him. “Why is he helping them?”
Loki can’t tear his eyes away from his brother. He takes a slow breath. “Ebony Maw.”
“What?”
He shakes his head. His throat is suddenly dry.
They were so close to winning this battle.
“The girl, Wanda,” he says. “Do you know where she is?”
“What?” Peter asks again. “No, why would I—? Are you telling me she has something to do with…?”
“No,” Loki answers, just as another lightning blast tears through the crowd, hitting Outrider and Midgardian alike. The heat alone is enough to kill, and kill it does. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “But she might be able to stop it, if I fail.”
“If you—? Wait, no, you’re not actually thinking of fighting him, are you?”
“I am.”
“Do you see him?! You—you can’t go after him alone, I—I’ll help.”
“No,” Loki says, leaving no room for argument. “He’ll kill you without a second thought.”
“And he won’t kill you?”
“Maybe not. He probably will,” Loki answers. He makes no pretenses about sentiment, about Thor breaking through Ebony Maw’s mind tricks by sheer force of will. This will likely mean his death.
But he never expected to survive Thanos’ war anyway.
“Just—come on, we’ll find Hulk or—or—”
“No,” Loki insists again, and in his head the gladiator ring in Sakaar is lit up with blinding white light. “He can defeat the Hulk. He’s stronger than any of us. Strength won’t be enough.”
It’s true. The Hulk cannot beat Thor, not in a fair fight, and not when Thor’s been brainwashed to fight with true bloodlust.
But Loki knows how his brother fights. Thor can’t be pushed or punched or beaten into submission, but he can be tripped up. He can get distracted. He can fall for tricks.
Loki gulps. “Go. Find the girl. Tell her to be ready if she’s needed.”
“But—”
“Try to get involved and I will kill you myself,” he adds, a harsh edge to his voice. A lie, of course. But it’s not as if the boy knows that. “Go.”
He doesn’t wait. He can’t afford to. All he can do is throw himself into this fight without thinking about the inevitable outcome for too long.
All he can do is pretend he still wants his brother dead.
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Mongul
Wanted to chat about another Superman Rogue who has been around a while: Mongul.
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Background
Now this guy enjoys something of a mixed reputation. On one hand he, unlike many other Superman classic Rogues, has actually been in some good stories. There’s the iconic For The Man Who Has Everything by Alan Moore which is the perfect encapsulation of his core character traits. There he’s a hulking brute, with enough raw power to go toe to toe with Superman and actually hurt him with physical force alone. He’s crude, making misogynistic comments to Wonder Woman, and gleefully reveling in the conquest he plans. Yet he’s also clever, using the Black Mercy to incapacitate his foe, and has an air of faux affability to him that only adds to his menace. 
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It should come as no surprise that an Alan Moore story is still Mongul’s best showing, but there are other stories worth mentioning as well. There’s Superman: Exile, the first meeting between the Post-Crisis Superman and Mongul and personally one of my favorite Post-Crisis Superman stories. There’s Mongul’s debut Pre-Crisis issue where he and Warworld first appear. There’s his attempt to hijack the Sinestro Corps during the Johns era of Green Lantern. Finally there’s his usage in Bendis Superman, which has been the first time in ages he’s been treated as a serious threat, and given an interesting way to serve as a contrast as Superman.
So why does he suffer from a mixed reputation? Well...
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He sure does look familiar doesn’t he? He was created by Len Wein and Jim Starlin, and Starlin you might recall was the creator of Thanos, who was a ripoff of Darkseid. So Mongul is a copy of a copy, lacking the grandeur of Darkseid and the ambition of Thanos. He and Apocalypse are both cast in Darkseid’s mold, and have both gotten one really great and iconic storyline that guarantees they’ll stick around, but have also not traditionally fared well outside that one story. Also like Apocalypse:
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He has a really bad habit of jobbing and being used by writers to prop up their characters. Jurgens used him to prop up Hank Henshaw in Reign of the Supermen and Henshaw again along with Zod in the Rebirth arc Revenge!, giving him a reputation as a joke. He also got killed by Sinestro pretty easily during his coup attempt.
Besides that he’s also unfortunately been treated as a generic tyrant for Superman to beat up, lacking much in the way of characterization, or in being a meaningful contrast to Superman beyond “Superman uses his strength to serve others, Mongul uses his to oppress them”. For a while I kind of wrote him off as a lost cause, someone that really didn’t offer anything as a Superman opponent beyond that one Alan Moore story. But recently I’ve changed my opinion; I’ve come to believe Mongul does in fact serve an important purpose and should be treated as an essential part of the Superman Rogues Gallery. Part of this turnabout was caused by really enjoying his usage in Bendis’ Superman run, which caused me to do a reread of Mongul stories, and got me thinking about who Mongul is, what he’s about, and what role he plays.
What Role Mongul Plays
A crucial realization hit me while I was rereading Mongul stories: Mongul is The Bully of the Supermythos.
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He’s the guy who doesn’t delude himself into thinking he’s the hero like Lex does. He doesn’t consider himself above petty emotions or notions of right and wrong like Brainiac. He doesn’t have a sympathetic background like General Zod does. He’s the guy who enjoys pounding people into the dirt, who doesn’t mask his desire to lord over the populace behind pretenses of noble intentions. He’s gleeful as he crushes his enemies beneath his heel, he’s petty in that he enjoys forcing people to fight for his amusement, he’s dangerous in that while Darkseid can be bargained with, Mongul is always going to prefer to take what he wants via force and is powerful enough to do just that. In other words, he’s the exact kind of guy Superman started out wanting to take down, just living in the cosmic space where Superman can actually kick his ass without it feeling like punching down. 
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That core ethos, beautifully summed up in All-Star Superman, is in direct opposition to Mongul’s entire lifestyle. When the United Planets starts to form in Bendis’ Superman, Mongul is outraged, not just because it may pose a threat to him, but because the very idea of the “weak” uniting into a stronger whole downright offends him. He runs Warworld to cull the “weak and unfit” of the universe for his own amusement and entertainment, the petty schoolyard bully who has turned a planet-sized Death Star into his own playground, and he climbed to the top via crushing anyone that stood against him with his own two hands or outwitting them with his brain. He’s got no time for others who think they can rise above their station in life without the physical/mental power to back that desire up. If Superman believes that everyone is capable of greatness, Mongul is a firm believer that greatness is the sole purview of the very few (and really only himself). 
This core conflict allows writers to bring back the bully hunter of the Golden Age and early New 52 t-shirt and jeans Supermen. Here’s a guy, a foreign ruler no less, who is actively oppressing people. We get to enjoy seeing Superman taking on a foreign dictator because he’s off in space instead of doing so here on Earth where thorny parallels to American interventionism abroad would be raised. Superman can be the Champion of the Oppressed again, and that’s always something I enjoy seeing.
I’d also like to bring up why Mongul was originally created. Len Wein wanted a foe for Superman who could match him physically. In other words, Mongul is like Doomsday if Doomsday actually had a personality. Mongul offers the opportunity for deeper exploration of Superman that Doomsday can’t. We know this literally because Mongul’s best story isn’t just a slugfest between the two the way Doomsday’s is. For The Man Who Has Everything is one of the best explorations of just how damn lonely being the Last Son of Krypton is for Kal. Exile explores the ethics of Superman’s no kill rule, his belief in the sanctity of life, his struggles to hold onto that belief in the face of the cruelty of others. His usage in Bendis’ run is to illustrate just how fragile the United Planets is, how easily it can break apart, and how hard Superman is going to have to strive to make it work. PKJ used Mongul in his Future State Superman: Worlds of War stories to show the lengths Superman will go to liberate others, his defiance in the face of Mongul’s attempts to break him. There’s an opportunity for psychological evaluation of Superman when Mongul shows up that just isn’t there with Doomsday. That alone is reason to keep him around, but he also brings a bunch of cool shit in addition.
Cool Aspects Mongul Brings to the Supermythos
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He’s got a Death Star that doubles as a gladiator coliseum, where we get to see Superman compete with other gladiators from across the cosmos. Mongul lets Superman channel that Conan brutality in a very entertaining way, putting Superman in a setting where he’s facing lots of foes who can go up against him with raw strength and numbers alone. 
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It’s a place that channels that pulp science fiction that Superman was borne from in a very entertaining way in my opinion. Also they should set a Superman video game there (but that’s another blog post). The gladiators are also useful, either as oppressed prisoners for Superman to liberate, and showcase directly how he makes life better, or as bloodthirsty mooks that can actually challenge Superman without dimishing him.
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The Black Mercy is an awesome science fiction concept. While it’s been overused in relation to Mongul, it’s also the embodiment of the unknown wonders and threats of DC Cosmic. In the right hands it’s a great tool for exploring characters’ psychology. 
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Bendis and Fraction reestablished that the name “Mongul” is a legacy one. The current Mongul is from a long line of Monguls, the sons killing their fathers when their fathers show weakness. Given how Rebirth has established the importance of legacy to Superman with Jon, something continued by Bendis, this may be a very crucial aspect to play off of. The way “Mongul” as a mantle is assumed is a dark contrast to the way the “Superman” mantle is taken up by others after Clark. Exploring the Mongul father-son relationship in contrast to the Clark-Jon relationship may be in the cards for the PKJ run given Mongul will be the first classic Superman Rogue appearing in PKJ Action. If not I hope some other writer will take a chance to explore the way the two contrast and compare with one another because it could be very interesting.
What I Would Change About Mongul
I think there’s already a pretty damn solid base to build off of with Mongul, but some aspects that I would play up to better establish him as separate from both Clark and Darkseid:
Making him more of a hedonist. This is a guy who eat, drinks, and fucks, and enjoys himself while doing so. He loves being a bad guy and isn’t “weighed down by his sins” or any such nonsense
Showcase his knowledge more. Mongul is smart, he’s been all over the cosmos, he learned about Warworld and the Black Mercy, show that he knows other dangerous secrets as well. Weapons, planets, florua, fauna, Mongul knows stuff not even the Guardians do
Establish some underlings. Instead of having Mongul job, use some of his gladiators, elite ones raised above the riffraff who can pose a threat and hold off Superman while Mongul accomplishes his goals
Appearance wise I’d like to make him look more different from Darkseid. I’d want to draw on dinosaurs for his look. If you need to justify it, just have another son replace the current Mongul and become the new Mongul, or have Mongul modify himself with enhancements in order to beat Superman
Mongul is cool and brings a lot to the table, DC just needs to stop treating him as a jobber and more as a legitimate threat. I was happy with how Bendis used him, and I am hopeful that PKJ will continue to treat him well. He’s a villain who actually has stories that showcase why he rocks, and not just cool ideas that have never come together like other Superman Rogues. Hopefully he’ll get more opportunities to showcase that.
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first blood
Endgame!Steve Rogers x Nurse!reader
Word count: 3352
*set during the latter part of endgame (some mentions of infinity war)*
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Who would have ever thought that Captain America would need saving?
He appeared the picture of flawlessness. With a tall muscular build, pretty white teeth and a daunting stare, it was so easy to categorise Captain America as completely perfect and invulnerable.
Surely, living with a reputation like that would be exhausting. As someone that was expected to do no wrong all of the time, Steve was constantly on edge. He only ever disregarded his prestige if his moral compass took the unconventional route; he'd done that so many times, especially for Bucky. It usually cost him more than he would've liked.
But he's in too deep this time, and he can't pay for his salvation. Only you could do that for him. And it would cost you all your innocence.
You were never supposed to be a part of this shit. Steve mentally cursed himself, and he may or may not have mumbled a "fuck" when he first realised Thanos was attacking the compound, because you were still here with them. Why didn't you just go home when Steve insisted you'd worked enough hours?
You were his best girl, sweet and oh so gentle. Of course, you always held your own with more than enough handfuls of grit, but Steve believed you would never hurt a damn fly, and now you're all caught up in his mess.
The rubble seemed to deliquesce around your limbs as you try to recover from Thanos' artillery attack. Bruce, Rocket and Rhody, who were stuck with you, point out the arrival of water. It cascades down, sloshing into the confined space, and you couldn't help but start to sob. With every movement, the wreckage would attempt to submerge your body, leaving you struggling to keep your head above the surface. Rhody held your hand with cold, armoured fingers and Rocket clung to your arm for dear life. Here you were, just a mere woman among heroes.
Yet, that didn't matter right now.
Because Rocket was crying with you, The Hulk was struggling to hold up remnants of thick concrete, and War Machine couldn't move right without a full functioning suit. Just as the last flicker of hope was dimming, Ant-man squeezed his tiny body through the splits of rock and rubble, and added more sparks to your optimism. Still panting, Scott gives the three of you a hand and pulls you out.
"C'mon, guys! I'm pretty sure the whole band's back together now."
Making your way out into the open, you watch as the two adversarial sides yell their battle cries, and merge into a disorderly fight. A war, if you will. Leading the chaos was Steve, who now had everything to lose. The love of your life was throwing himself at a fucking Titan and his army, and all you were doing was spectating.
What the hell were you supposed to do? Wait on the sidelines until someone screamed "medic"?
It was as if that thought had climbed out from your skull and materialised before your eyes, when Steve took a particularly heavy blow. His shield was cracked, and if the vibranium was so easily broken, then what of Steve's bones?
As soon as he staggered to the ground, the cracks and fissures in your confidence began to make themselves known. Slowly, they paved paths along your heart, because what if Steve doesn't make it? What if he can't get back up? What if he's already dying?
Your sight becomes tunnel-visioned and you run towards Steve: the light at the end of the tunnel, as both earth and sky become one ash-ridden thing.
He saw your figure amongst the other Avengers, and they all fought tooth-and-nail around you, making sure you made it to Steve without an extra scratch.
"No! No, you've gotta get outta here now, Darlin'! Go!"
You hadn't moved from his side, and this was the only moment Steve ever wished you weren't so stubborn.
You stare at him, his face mottled with blood and freckles. At this point, Steve had trouble blinking without dirt invading his eyes. Instead of obeying his demand, or answering him, you ignore him completely. There were still many other Chitauri, that much you were sure of.
What you weren't sure of, was if Steve could make it to the end of this fight alive with the injuries he had, even when he could wield Mjolnir. His forearm had been torn open, the muscles just hanging onto their ligaments and bone. Steve being Steve, merely tightened the strap of his shield around the forearm, hoping that that would keep it in place. Another deep wound was opened on his thigh, blood soaking through the thick fabric of his uniform, forming a dark stain. He could feel the pain, like electric shocks, tingle down from his leg to his feet.
The same feet that you had once taught to dance.
The last five years haven't been easy. The first year was especially bad. There were days where you and Steve didn't get out of bed, hoping that your heads would stop spinning if you buried them under pillows for long enough.
This would count two times where Steve survived, and his best friend didn't. What made him so worthy of living?
Everyone would all tell him, the thoughts will pass. It's all in your head. But that was the problem. His head was so full with what he could've done, weighted and heavy like a dumpling, bursting and pounding with tears that never seemed to stop.
Steve could be all cloak-and-dagger sometimes. He was a marvellous arrangement of welded armour plates and kevlar, hiding behind a facade. But if you said the right words, touched him gingerly, held his gaze long enough, he'd dismantle and out would escape his affliction. Defences would crumble as he'd break down in your arms, and you in his. Castles and kingdoms collapsing together.
Even on the good days, Steve's blood flowed differently in his veins. His limbs were almost always exhausted, tired of waiting for some sort of breakthrough, holding on white-knuckled to a weakening hope that threatened to dissipate out of existence. Just like his friends.
But on the good days, the flurry of guilt and dust and Bucky and Sam, would shrink a little, even if by the tiniest fraction, to make enough room for something new. Those days meant slow dancing barefoot in the compound, cable-knit sweaters, ice cream flavoured kisses, filtered sun rays through windows, and tender bear hugs.
Those were the days where you had managed to get Steve's smile to reach his eyes: piercing blue, watery with laughter and flecked with tiny mellow greens. Eyes that glued themselves to your feet as he held your frame, swaying to the beat of soft jazz in the background.
On those days, he'd say "good morning." He'd have one hand in his pocket, and the other one wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee. His eyes adorned with dark circles, almost a purple tinge to the skin, but smiley nonetheless.
On those days, he'd buy you a double-scoop cone when you passed an ice cream truck in Central Park, even when it was so cold, your breath would become mist in the air. He'd even try leading the dances you'd have in the afternoon sun, waltzing a little faster so you'd follow in kind, giggling as you did so.
And he'd stumble sometimes, but never once did he give up.
It reminded you of the Avengers' early days, when Steve had planned on courting you. When you were still somewhat an unfamiliar face, only appearing sometimes by Dr. Cho's side. But Steve had his eye on you. Determined to confidently allure you, despite how many times he stumbled over his words in your presence. Instead, he had slipped, fallen really, into a romance he couldn't ever recover from. It was like having his feet swept from under him in a panicked rush, only to land face first into your welcoming arms. It was scary, but he loved it.
And the closer you got to Steve, the closer you got to the rest of the Avengers. Even after the snap. You tried to distance yourself from them at first, as to maintain a professional relationship, but they had a pretty strong magnetic field. Especially the girls. It was like gradually being pulled by gravity into the orbit of a planet you hadn't known existed. It was only then you realised that the Avengers were people too. Human. Well, most of them anyway.
You'd found sisters in Natasha and Wanda who were lost much too soon, and unexpectedly strong bonds with both Nebula and Rocket. There were times before all of this time travel, that you and Nat missed Wanda so much, you cooked all her favourite Sokovian dishes together, from chicken Paprikash, to stuffed Sarmale. It was in her honour you supposed. May as well mourn with good food, right?
On one particular day, you'd made Smazeny Syr, and Nat absolutely insisted the two of you eat it in the unconventional way Wanda loved: with blueberry jam. The smell of frying cheese had lured Rocket and Nebula into the kitchen and you took both their hands, hurriedly dragging them towards the stove.
"It's fried cheese. But, you guys have to try it how Wanda used to eat it. Otherwise you get none," you said with a giggle. Nat cut a piece, stabbing it with a fork before adding a generous dollop of jam.
"Ugh, no thanks I'm out," Rocket sneered.
"Your loss."
Natasha lifted the fork, and Nebula accepted it, albeit with a grimace painted on her face. As she chewed, her expression gradually changed from disgust, to surprise, and finally, delight. She nods her head, humming as she swallows.
"See."
Rocket waved off Nat's 'I-told-you-so's, shaking his head in a disapproving manner.
"Some freakshow you guys are."
You gave him a pointed look, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms for emphasis. His demeanour faltered under your stare a bit, and he clumsily tried to save himself by favouring you. "'Cept you, (y/n). I kinda like how ya scratch behind my ears."
The room erupted into laughter and muffled complaints from Rocket. "Okay, that's enough outta you, racoon," Nat smiled smugly.
That signature Black Widow smirk. The one that either meant she was amused, or she was gonna kick your ass. You miss that smirk. And your memories of her were smothered with it, mocking you, the memories themselves unraveling into demons of sorrow.
Because now your heart has been broken once again. Your sisters are gone and they'd left you behind. And you will mourn of course, go through the motions of unbearable pain, until eventually it becomes tolerable enough to go back to routine.
But Steve was different. Steve was riddled with more guilt than was possible to endure. And now he could bleed out right in front of you if you didn't do something. But amongst a cold-blooded war, you'd have to avoid being killed too.
You had no weapon on you, and Nebula appeared to be the only one who noticed. So she tossed you a dagger, one that was idly sheathed on her leg anyway. A Chitauri warrior ran straight for you, and Steve was already rendered helpless laying in the dirt. You did the first thing that came to mind. You plunged the dagger right into the warrior's abdomen with a grunt, then ripped it back out, effectively killing the alien without leaving Steve's side.
Steve wished he could have done something. He wished you didn't have to do that. Because although the Chitauri wasn't human, you had just taken the life of a living being, in order to save his. You killed for him, with no reluctance whatsoever.
That was an action that would never be reversed. It was an action that came along with a side dish of guilt that would always make a home in the depths of a person's mind. Steve knew this all too well, coming back from a world war, and having to experience killing other opponents on many occasions. But that was something he wanted to isolate you from. He was the soldier, and you were the nurse. That's how it was always meant to stay, so he could suffer the mental trauma for you. So you'd stay safe from the horrors of having blood on one's hands.
Unlike your usual nature, you end up killing many more Chitauri while trying to clean the site of Steve's wounds.
All you could see was red. The anger and anxiety was so potent, it pressed heavily on your chest, rendering a physical ache in your ribs. Thanos had ruined a lot of things for you. And right now you'd kill as many of his sons of bitches that would dare come near you and the love of your life.
As you apply pressure on Steve's leg, a wave of 5 years worth of longing crashes into you with the force of a meteor shower, when scarlet coloured sorcery crosses your vision. Soon you're up, leaping, flying into Wanda Maximoff's arms. A bone crushing hug steadies the way you tremble against her, and before you know it, her hair is wet with your tears. Of course, time had passed differently for Wanda, but her eyes were apologetic as she caressed your cheek for a second, and you knew she understood how much her absence hurt you.
"C'mon, Princezna. I'll help you with Steve."
Wanda assists you in her progress, stitching Steve's wounds quickly and messily with magic and thread.
Steve notices how his head feels detached to his own body, all his thoughts flooding and melding into one giant entanglement, making it impossible to take a proper look at who was tending to his injuries. Shit, he couldn't even lift his head, weighted by the beginnings of dizziness.
"Is that you, (y/n)?"
"It's me, Baby, it's me. I'm gonna fix you." Fix him. Haven't you already tried countless times? You had thought you could smooth over his creases with love and affection, with time and effort. That was before you realised, no one can fix anyone.
However, Steve knew your efforts weren't wasted. You could never fix him or make him forget about the damage done to him over time. But you always helped him adapt. You helped him carry his burdens. You'd given him space and time to open up his baggage, then even unpacked some of it with him. You had done so much more than fix him.
You made him a new person. Different, sure. But still yours.
Once you had Steve in a stable condition, your adrenaline begins to wear off, and all the noise that previously pierced through the air, had suddenly dissipated. You weren't sure how the battle ended, but
you begin to realise exactly what you had done.
It felt good. As much as you hated to admit it, the bite of sharpened metal into wicked alien flesh was exactly what you needed. Or maybe you needed a minute away from everything. Weren't you supposed to feel apologetic? You were a nurse, for goodness' sake. Your purpose was the exact opposite of what you'd just done. Regardless, you knew Steve would be right there to comfort and console you if need be.
But right now, he needed you.
Bucky makes an appearance amongst the other avengers, and he comes forward, taking Wanda's place beside you. He helps Steve lay down on a stretcher, and into a helicopter sent by who knows who. All you know is, it isn't Thanos, and that's enough consolation for you.
Steve slips from consciousness while in the air, and you catch up with Bucky. He tells you you look different. You tell him you like his hair half-up, half-down.
You all end up inside the home of Tony and Pepper, and it becomes a sort of refuge. A place where everyone can wind down after the chaos and just be. Bucky carries Steve into one of the spare bedrooms, and you properly attend to his wounds. You start by unclipping and disregarding his helmet, before passing your fingers through his flattened hair. Bucky takes it from you, putting it by the window sill.
The bottom half of his face was painted with ash, which despite his predicament, makes you bite your lip to keep from giggling. He smirks at you, and you smile back warmly, wiping his face with a washcloth and a bucket of warm water, careful not to disturb his blooming bruises. You examine them softly. Your fingertips tickle against Steve's chin, but he doesn't complain. You hand him the bucket and he spits in it, ridding most of the blood in his mouth.
Whilst the bucket became more and more clouded with the backwash of the battle, Steve looked more and more like himself. You were so tangled up in Steve, you almost forgot Bucky was there until you hear the sound of his voice. His tone seemed to be sweetened by the sight of how his two friends have grown so much closer than when he left them.
"I'll give you lovebirds some space."
Before he turns to leave, (and supposedly find Sam) Steve clasps his hand on Bucky's arm. "It's good to have you back, Buck. We missed you."
Bucky gives you both a warm grin, nods, then leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
You take off Steve's uniform with languid movements, and he releases a sigh of relief. He was still sore, and unbelievably lethargic, but being this close to you made his brain all fuzzy, blocking out physical pain, to just feel you. He leans forward, resting the weight of his bare shoulder on you as he kisses you softly. The kiss was full of a strong ardour that seeped right into your bones, yet fragile enough, so that both your insecurities shone through. You'd have to rebuild much of yourselves later on, especially after today. Brick by broken brick, you'll both assemble your castles again. But for now, the kiss was enough to put a band-aid over everything.
"Love you, darlin'"
His voice spirals down your ear canals like melted chocolate, almost making you forget your own name. It made you drunk and alert at the same time, a familiar buzz running through your body. And when you smiled down at him, as sweet and soft as whipped cream, you didn't have to return the phrase. He knew. Steve had always been sentimental in that way, even when he wasn't there beside you. Like the months he spent AWOL as a fugitive after the whole Winter Soldier incident in Washington. He'd send you cuttings of your favourite flowers in an envelope, every now and then. No address, no name, no sender, but you knew it was him. You knew they meant 'I love you, be safe, I'll be back when I sort everything out.'
You pull away slowly from his lips, giggling, eliciting Steve to chuckle too. Such a sound was too rare nowadays, and you savoured it, locking the sound in your head to replay over and over later on.
"Okay, Cap. No more distractions, I gotta get you all clean and patched up."
"Only if you kiss me like a war just ended," he bargains.
"Alright, baby. But no frisky business. I'm exhausted."
Steve winks, adding a flirty little salute on the end "Yes, ma'am."
You'd left the curtain half open, hanging the fabric over the top of the window frame like a limp puppy ear. That way, the sunlight came through the window pane in mellow slices, coating your skin in a warm blanket of light while you indulge in Steve's kisses again.
He tasted like salt and cinders, but among that, after five long years, he finally tasted like Steve again. He was starting to heal. And it had cost him the mantle of Captain America, but planning to place it in Sam's care, it was a price he was willing to pay.
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elindae-writes · 3 years
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Disney MCU : not really my thing and I don’t really care Elindae writes MCU : this is mad this is bogus and I love it so much
Okay, so I only watched the first few MCU movies. I'm gonna be honest, I think the franchise peaked with only the first Iron Man movie. I read a lot of MCU fanfiction before I ever saw any MCU movies at all so I just had no clue what was going on.
There are actually a few MCU fanfics I like: In The Home , (A City Full of) Helping Hands, A Hospital Full, and Wilting Yellow Flowers, all by aloneintherain. I like the spider-man.
I still don't know what's going on. I'm only caught up to the atrocity that is the second Thor movie, the one with Padme in it and the teleporting trash? That entire movie was trash. I will try to construct the storyline of the MCU based off of what few details I know:
There is a raccoon?
The Avengers break up and the Hulk is just unfazed and immediately asks: "like the beetles?"
There is an evil purple man named Thanos with a small green child and the child grows up into a tall green woman?? who is his daughter? and they talk about resources and supply and demand.
Apparently some long-haired hot man with a metal limb shows up and Steve loses his shit trying to save this bud of his
who the hell is bucky
Harley Quinn is apparently not a MCU character and that genuinely shocked me
Thor is hot. wait is he still alive?
Aunt May is hot? like wtf? how?
There's apparently a scene where Spider-Man and his Aunt are eating Thai food and they're seeing replayed Spider-man battles on a TV and she's like. "peter. petey. pete boy. NEVER get involved in those fights! run away!"
And spider-man is just like
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"t'was not me"
Spiderman then ends up homeless (and friends with karen??)
There's a fishbowl man who makes images with his hands but then Spider-Man defeats him while they're on a gondola
Steve wields mjolnir? i thought Steve turned into a villain
The new Spider-Man theme is a hot bop. Same goes for the Avengers film
Benedryl Cucumberspaz is there and he has a cloak with a stupid-looking collar
there was a cat-man movie with Bilbo in it
People cast spells via throwing orbs of light into the air
JARVIS DIES?? see, i don't like that. rip. i think? i think he's dead?
They have a big spat where there's some civil war. I remember the marketing for that movie. I was trying to buy bananas at Wal-Mart and all of the cashiers were wearing "ARE YOU TEAM IRON-MAN OR CAPTAIN AMERICA?" and this was apparently a spicy debate there. I was just like "i am team banana"
Iron Man was upset about his mom and pop for some reason whereas Steve was upset because he wanted to save his bud (the one from the 1940s) so they beat the shit out of each other in the snow.
wait i remember now. the 1940s bud mURDERED Tony's mom and pop. ohhhh. oh? oh. i don't think that got resolved.
everybody wants a magical glove and the stones for the magical glove but then they fail so they try again and win
Spider-man gets attacked by a guy with a mechanical bird suit and then also there is a ferry. Spider-man also harasses a man and his ice cream
There's a sitcom show with a boring evil witch lady with red magic (very boring) and a cool groovy purple witch lady with a very good theme song
Robert California voices a robot!! But I don't think he declares himself to be "The Lizard King." disappointing.
They're making a new movie where there is a guy with arm ring jewelry with super-powers
OH and they're making a new movie where there is a bollywood dance scene and i'm a sucker for 3 hour long Indian drama so who knows, that might be my style
There's a movie where some lady punches an old lady on a train
There was an atrocious movie about a boring shrinking ant guy. I only saw like five minutes of that movie when it was 10:30 pm at night and I just happened to be in the kitchen eating muffins when I saw the movie. Kate from Lost is in it??? the ant guy is a convict, i know that much. the fuck did he do? probably got sent to the clink for being weirdly into ants tbh. i switched it over to Antiques Roadshow and lemme tell you it was 10x more exciting okay some old lady came in with an autograph from Abraham Lincoln!! I mean my god he's dead you just can't get those anymore :(
Tony gets Peter some bling
some norse dude makes out with himself. nasty
Twilight Sparkle voices a clock that harasses people
The guy who played the cowboy in Night At The Museum is also in the show, the guy who says "wwwwoooowwww" in that way that makes me crack up
steve goes back in time??? and does not prevent any of the horrors he knows will happen? for some reason? also he turns into joe biden.
Pepper Pots marries Tony or something? wha
and he gives her a SUIT? whY? the goop lady??
tony dies (rip. i liked him. i appreciated how he was an ass to everybody. i bet he'll come back though because this is comic book logic)
DOES STEVE TURN EVIL I CAN'T TELL
Anddddd apparently the comic book industry is in the trash and is getting its ass handed to it by Japan
There you have it guys! Elindae's Hot Recollection of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Believe it or not I actually am the Resident Authority On The MCU in my house so whenever my family has MCU questions they consult me.
That's probably a mistake.
Wait, by MCU did you mean McPrime Universe or Marvel Cinematic Universe?
I am still stuck in the 2012 MCU fanfic mindset where the Avengers are all living together in the tower, Steve has a sketchpad, Hawkeye travels in the vents, and Thor likes pop-tarts. I like that era of the MCU.
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browneyedhimbo · 4 years
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Like Father Like Daughter (1/?)
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Paring: Tony x Daughter!Reader
Summary: Your nice day off ends up getting flipped and fucked quickly when a new foe declares they want to take earth
Warning: Swearing, Infinity War feel (kinda sorta)
Word Count: 1.1K
A/N: Again, this is my first multi-chapter fic. Again sorry if my summary sucks. I really hope you all like it. I got good reviews and stuff on the teaser so I’m hoping you’ll like this too. I’m not too fond of this title so if you have any suggestions for a new title please don’t be afraid to tell me.
Please let me know if you want to get tagged in anything. Enjoy! LFLD Masterlist ⌐ Masterlist
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It was a pretty uneventful day thus far. Nothing out of the ordinary. Your dad and Pepper went for a small run, Happy hot on their tale saying something about safety and security. It was your day off so currently, you sat undisturbed watching reruns of Friends on the sofa of the common room wearing very a comfortable set clothes consisting of joggers and a long sleeve shirt with a bowl of popcorn and m&m’s. Well, that is until an orange portal appeared out of nowhere and a tall man with a red cape steps out calling you by name. 
“(Y/N) Stark. I’m Doctor Stephen Strange, and I need you to come with me please.” He gives a soft yet pointed look.
“Well this can’t be any good now can it?” You sarcastically ask. “Lemme go change and grab something real quick.” You left without giving the doctor a chance to speak. You always did carry your father’s charming traits. 
Walking back, you were wearing black jeans, the black sabbath shirt you stole from your dad, a black sweater, which you also stole from your dad, and all black converse. The blue light from the nano-tech arc reactor you both made, shining bright on your chest. 
“Alrighty, I’m ready” You threw your hands up in a ta-da like motion. The Doctor sighed and stepped through the portal, beckoning you to follow him. Stepping through, you found yourself in some sort of sanctuary. You looked around in awe. Eyes darting everywhere, trying to take in all the details at once. You turned your attention to the large rails and stairs, until you spotted a giant hole in the center of it. You opened your mouth to question it but another voice behind you beat you to talking.
“(N/N) is that you?” It couldn’t be. After two years of searching and not finding anything, it just  seems impossible. But then again, that hole is big enough to fit the Hulk. You took a deep breath and turned around. There in the flesh was Dr. Bruce Banner, and you couldn’t believe your eyes.
“Uncle Bruce?” You choked out, getting overwhelmed by emotions. Tears pricking your eyes, you gave him a once over. He was wearing black pants, a black shirt, and a torn up blazer/coat. You walked up to him and looked into his eyes. The warm soft brown eyes you once knew, were now dimmed and haunted.  Without warning you threw your arms around his neck. Instantly he reacted and wrapped his arms around you, returning the hug.
“I missed you,” you managed to let out, “So much has happened in the two years you’ve been gone.” Slowly you retracted your arms, still in some shock that he was actually here. Doctor Strange walked up to the both of you.
“I apologize for interrupting but we are on a very strict schedule.” He takes a few steps back and starts making orange things with his hands. Another man in a red robe walks up to you and extends his hand.
“Wong,” you shook his hand, “(Y/N).” You gave a small smile. “Now what exactly am I doing here?” He didn’t answer your question, but pointed to Strange who made another portal. “Holy shit,” you breathed out.
“We just need one more person before we can explain,” Strange pointed to the portal. He stepped through, you cast a glance to Bruce and Wong before curiously stepping just a little closer to the portal. 
“…..Doctor Stephen Strange. I need you to come with me. Oh, uh, congratulations on the wedding, by the way.” Is what you heard Strange say from your position. 
“I’m sorry, you giving out tickets or something?” You heard your dad respond.
“Is that Tony?” Bruce asked walking up to you. 
“Yeah, think so.” 
“We need your help. Look, it’s not overselling to say that the fate of the universe is at stake.” Strange may have sounded serious, but you heard the desperateness in tone.
“Are we walking in? Or do we stay here?” Bruce asked you. You just shrugged.
“And who’s ‘we’?“ You heard you dad ask. You looked to Bruce and gestured to the portal. Both of you stepped through the portal simultaneously. Tony sees you and Bruce step through the portal, giving you a look of shock disbelief. 
“Hey, Tony.” Bruce gave an awkward small wave.
“Bruce,” Your father looked at Bruce incredulously. You turned to Strange, giving them a moment to reconcile. With a heavy sigh you turned and looked up at the doctor.
“How bad is it?” You bit your bottom lip. A bad habit you picked up after Sokovia. Strange looks at the ground a moment before looking back at you.
“Extremely bad and very worrisome.” He turned around and walked back inside the portal. Well that certainly helps. You roll your eyes, spotting Bruce and your dad following after him. You go to step through but someone grabs your arm before you even bring your foot over the orange circle.
“I need you to promise me you’ll try and stay safe,” your eyes lock on with Pepper’s. Worry built in them. 
“I’ll try my best mom. And yes, I’ll keep an eye on dad too,” smiling and giving her a kiss on the cheek you step through the portal. You turn around and wave goodbye right as it was closing. Sighing, you walk and stand right next to your dad.
“Watching TV wasn’t enough for you?” He smirked at you.
“Nah. Avenging sounded way better than just sitting on a comfy sofa with comfy clothes and nice bag of treats,” you chuckled eyeing Stephen. He just shook his head at the two of you. 
“Let’s get started,” Wong started moving his hands, orange sparks and stuff form, using his magic to show the universe and the infinity stones. “From the dawn of the universe, there was nothing. Then, boom! The Big Bang sent six elemental crystals, hurtling across the virgin universe. These Infinity Stones each control an essential aspect of existence.” You stared in awe at the presentation in front of you.
“Space. Reality. Power. Soul. Mind.” Strange started naming them. He made a gesture with his hands opening the necklace he had. “And time.” The green stone shown before he put his hands down, the necklace closing in the process. You look at Bruce and then to Tony. Clenching your jaw in thought.
“Tell me his name again,” your dad said, walking towards some sculpture thing. You may be a genius but art was never really in your area of expertise.
“Thanos. He’s a plague, Tony. He invades planets. He takes what he wants. He wipes out half the population. He sent Loki. The attack on New York. That’s him.” Your head whipped to look at Bruce. Your mouth opening slightly, eyes blinking rapidly, and your breath hitching. It’d made sense. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed. Well this is going to be one very interesting mission.
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hyungbean · 5 years
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i promise | Avengers Endgame Imagine
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Genre: Humor-ish?, Angst
Synopsis: One last battle together.
Warnings: Spoilers & Profanity (language!)
Pairing: Avengers x Reader + Tony x Daughter!Reader
So this was fun.
As of about 20 minutes ago, Bruce-er hulk? The big guy. Used Thanos’s glove and snapped his fingers, we’re not sure if the reversal of the decimation worked.
Wanna know why.
Fucking Thanos. That’s why.
The GMO Grape always found a way back to us, and to say we were pissed, was an understatement.
The audacity honestly. We took a real hit right after the snap, right after both of the snaps actually. But this one ended up in the decimation of our new Avengers Headquarters.
That was going to be a rough one for Stark to patch up.
Thor, Tony, Steve and I were still suited up as we stood on the ledge of what was once my home, watching Thanos sitting there.
Waiting for us.
I could almost hurl with the amount of disgust I felt just looking at him.
“Okay so we’ve established that this is a trap right?” I asked, not taking my eyes off him.
“Yep.” Tony replied
“Cool just wanted to see if we were on the same page.” I replied, cracking my knuckles and sighing.
We jumped down from the rubble, walking towards Thanos on all sides, strutting like the badasses we were.
“Can’t you just take your head out of our ass for once man. I liked you a lot better when you were crippled... and headless.” I sassed, conjuring a ball of green energy in my palm, grinning sarcastically.
Thanos merely smirked in my direction, before looking at the very much pissed off Thor approaching on his left.
After some talking which I kind of spaced out on, Thanos stood up, putting his helmet on and picked up his double sided sword— I swear I heard him sigh a little.
Looks like we’re not the only ones tired of these encounters
“Don’t die guys. And Homer, aim for the head.” I shout at Thor, before charging towards the giant.
I dodge his swing at me easily, floating off the ground and shooting a ball of energy at him, distracting him long enough for Thor to engage him in battle.
“Hey Thor can we get to the part where you decapitate him?!” I scream, getting slightly nicked by his blade.
I get no response so either A, he’s working on it or B, the sound of not trying to die overpowered my voice.
Cap charges at him with his shield, Thanos responds to this by easily knocking him a few yards away straight into some rubble.
“Not my Cap ! You son of a horse!” I yell, furiously shooting balls of energy at him before my vision is suddenly blinded.
All I see is green as I scream in fury. My eyes felt hot and stung, like someone held my eyelid open for a few seconds.
When I blink again, my vision is back and Tony is looking at me, “did you just shoot lasers out of your eyes kid?”
“That’s new!” I yell, flying towards Thanos, kicking him in the head before he swats me away too.
Pain shoots through my head and down my spine as I smack into a piece of cement.
I look up to see Thor getting knocked out.
That beer did not do him any good.
Thanos quickly moves on to Tony, Tony getting a few shots on him with his blaster before he’s thrown far. I faintly see his suit colliding with rubble as he slumps down, still.
Not dead. Probably just knocked out.
We were getting our asses kicked and he didn’t even need the gauntlet.
“Son of a bitch. Can you please leave my dad alone you. eggplant!” I scream to no one before stumbling forwards as I get up. My head spinning violently, my body pleading to just go take a nap.
I fly towards him, shooting energy at him from a distance, distracting him so Cap could get a few good hits in.
Before I know it, Thanos is pummeling Steve who is hiding behind his shield.
Before I can react, I see shards of Steve’s shield break off, his shield slowly shrinking.
He was breaking the shield.
I gasp, “T’Challa is not going to be happy about this new discovery”
I cry out, letting the lasers fly out of my eyes, aiming at his neck.
“DIE. DIE. DIE.” I yell hoping my chant would somehow increase the intensity of my power.
As my vision returns, I see Thanos clutching the back of his neck, turning away from Steve and towards me slowly, grinning sinisterly.
“Oh shit.” I say before he lunges at me, grabbing me by the neck and squeezing hard, swinging my body around.
My vision starts to blur as air leaves my lungs, my body weakly crying out, thrashing around.
Thanos throws me like a rag doll in Steve’s direction, where I find my body slowly going limp as I proceed to land harshly on more rubble.
Steve weakly sits up, grabbing my arm, he was bloody mess, his sculptured face not looking at its best, yet he still looked like a god. But honestly I probably looked like a hot fucking mess.
“Stay down Y/N.” He says, as my eyes close and I’m swallowed by darkness.
I surfaced from the depths of unconsciousness, blinking rapidly, groaning at my aching body. I don’t know how long I was knocked out for, or if anyone was still alive as matter of fact.
As I grunt and sit up, clutching my neck, I look around to see— is that Stephen?
He’s trying to hold back a shit load of swirling water while he looks at Tony, raising a finger. Signaling him to do something.
And no not that finger.
Hey where’d Thanos’ ship go? I swear he had one last time I was conscious.
As I look around, I see some of my once decimated friends fighting some of Thanos’ minions, all clearly busy with their own problems.
Tony’s eyes widen in understanding as he looks towards Thanos, who’s once again wearing his beloved gauntlet.
Geezus how long was I out.
I start sprinting towards the giant, but Tony engages first trying to remove the glove. Easily being thrown back again.
I cry out, seeing Thanos smirk evilly.
“I am inevitable.” He says slowly, relishing in his victory.
And he does it.
He snaps his fingers, and I’m hit with a wave of deja vu.
Not again.
I wait and wait, waiting to see my friends crumble to piles of dust, or to feel the weak fire that would consume me and render me into ashes too.
But nothing happens. Tony looks at him and I gasp as I see the stones were no longer in Thanos’s glove but on Tony’s hand.
Tony cries out as he feels the full force of the stones’ combined powers. He regains is composure, looking Thanos dead in the eye.
“And I am...Iron Man.”
I hear a snap before im thrown back onto the ground.
And I would be clapping at his badassery but when I stood up gripping my head I almost scream at the sight in front of me.
As Thanos’ armada begins to decimate, I see a limp Tony, the right side of his body mortally burnt.
“DAD!” I scream, running towards him.
I don’t wait long enough to see Thanos sit in defeat before being blown away by the wind in a flurry of ashes.
The others’ victory over Thanos’ defeat is cut short by my cry, as they begin to run over to the evidently dying Tony.
I grab his hand in mine, tears pouring down my face, Peter quickly coming to my side gripping Tony by his shoulders.
“Hey Mr.Stark, Mr. Stark hey, Mr.Stark. It’s Peter, can you hear me? We won mr.Stark. We won. We won, you did it sir, you did it...I’m sorry.. Tony.” He says as tears stream down his tired face, voice cracking in the middle of his plea and becomes hushed at the end. Tony seems to be slipping in and out of consciousness, not fully aware of the people around him or that he was dying.
I tighten my hold on his hand, “dad it’s okay. I love you. It will all be okay. You did it..it will be okay, I promise.” I murmur to him, holding his cold cheek in my hand.
Peter backs away allowing Pepper, the woman I grew to love as a mother, slip into his spot.
“Hey.. Tony—“ Tony gazes into her eyes before turning his head away and my heart beats rapidly as I assume the worst. Sobs leave my mouth as someone steadies me from behind.
“—look at me.” Pepper continues, to my relief Tony faces her again, “—we’re going to be okay... you can rest now.” She says lovingly, trying to be strong for the dying man.
His figure slumps as he turns his head again, staring off into the distance, the light draining out of his eyes.
I squeeze his hand, trying desperately to keep him conscious.
For a quick moment I feel him squeeze my hand before it falls limp.
And just like that.
He’s gone.
I cry out, clawing at the earth beneath me, looking at the body of the man that was once my father.
I look to my right to see Steve gripping my shoulder before tugging me into a hug, the tears unable to stop flowing.
At that moment I didn’t know if I had won or lost against Thanos.
“I hope you can hear me.
If you can hear me.
Thank you. For everything Tony.
I’ll be okay. I promise. “
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oh-no-a-whovian · 5 years
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Born to be yours part 2
Summary: Soulmate!au in which one soulmate loses something their other half finds it. Based on @softlybarnes one shot
1000+ years of nothing and suddenly Loki starts finding midgardian toys. He knows exactly what it means and curses it to hel.
Part one
Pairing: Loki X Fem Reader
Warnings: swears, mentions of violence, death, angst.
Authors note: hope you like... thinking of doing a second version of part two but where Loki escaped after New York in endgame? Tell me what you all think.
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"You know, when I felt the building coming down around me i was kinda pissed" she said as she walked up to his cell. He knew it was her, Y/N, he knew it in his very being. She was beautiful, he knew she would be, her Y/H/C hair tied down in a plait on her shoulder. She had a smirk on her face and a gleam in her Y/E/C eyes. "When i found out it was you though, I couldn't help but laugh." He stepped closer to the glass that separated them, looking her up and down. Looking at her figure, her stance, she radiated power. Just as some how he knew she would.
"And why is that, love?" He smirked, running his fingers down the glass as he watched her, the woman who was born to be his.
"The closest you've ever been to me, your first chance to say hi... and you drop a building on me... I always knew if we ever found each other it would be an explosive meeting" she laughed "That was perhaps a bit much though don't you think?" She smiled but glanced cautiously at the cameras watching them.
"They don't know do they?" He asked, watching her reaction as she glances at him out the corner of her eyes. "No i'd say not... they wouldn't have let you in here otherwise.... you should go then love, i'd be rather upset if you got in trouble and i never got to see that pretty face again."
You scoffed at that, shaking your head as you left without another word.
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He was worried about you as the people he was controlling attacked the helicarrier. Worried that you'd get injured in one of the explosions, get shot by one of his mind controlled servants or get flung from the vessel entirely. He didn't really know what you could or couldn't handle, apparently no one really does.
He continued to concern as he watched you fight against the chitouri on the street beside the avengers. Half his mind was constantly on you as he fought his brother, as rolled off of the stark tower to get caught by one of the chitouri speeders.
The mind control he was under was constantly trying to remove those thoughts, trying to focus him entirely on what Thanos had told him to do, But nothing is so powerful as to counter act a soul bond. It seems not even the mind stone can counter what is meant to be fate.
You were waiting for him when he finally landed back on the tower, an eyebrow raised as he crashed onto the platform with a pained groan.
He looked over at you, laughing through the pain. He noticed the huge plazma shot holes in your clothes, the blood soaked around each one but no hole in your body. There was dried blood smeared across your face and caked into your now frazzled hair. Chitouri blood mixed with your own dripping from your hands.
"You've sure made this week interesting handsome" you murmured to him as you sipped on a glass of spirits "but I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop this little invasion... call it off or..." you said louder as you placed the glass down "i'm gonna have to beat the shit out of you, soulmate or not." You took a step toward him. Before you could do anything though the Hulk crashed through, roaring at Loki.
You watched with a pained cringing expression as the beast slammed Loki left and right creating huge dints in the solid ground. As the green giant finally left to fight more of the aliens you sat next to Loki as he squeaked from the pain of the sudden assault.
"I'm gonna be honest..." you whispered to him "although that was quite the definition of getting ones shit beat.... i would have gone way easier on you."
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He'd been defeated, the portal was closed and the control ship destroyed and any chitouri still on earth are dead from the disconnection. He sat in a cell, cuffs around his wrists and a gag across his mouth preventing him from speaking.
"I told them..." he heard quietly from the out side of his cell. He turned his head to look, his muscles ached as he turned to you. "They were surprised... not many are willing to fight against their own soulmate... Thor seemed specifically surprised, he didn't believe you had one..." he nodded unable to speak.
"Their planning to send you back to asgard, and lock you in a cell there for the rest of your days... Thor seemed rather upset about it after the little soul revelation... he seems to still care about you." You sighed as Loki rolled his eyes at that, pressing your head against the glass. "I have always hated that soulmate thing... ever since I escaped hydra and found out about it. I even hated you for a while" he looked over at you again, his brow furrowed at your statement. "I suppose part of me blamed you for not saving me for ten whole years, i guess it's impossible to hate the person you were born for eh?"
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He told Frigga about you, that you were powerful and perfect, that you have a fire in your soul no one could possibly extinguish. You said goodbye to him the day Thor took him back to asgard, you were even allowed to kiss his cheek before he was taken from you. They all understood, it's impossible for a soulmate not to love their other half.
He thought though that perhaps it's better this way, him locked in a cell for the rest of his days and you free to wander and fight and do as you please. He would never have to see you die even though his heart aches to be near you.
He still found random lost things, your random lost things. You'd lost some things on purpose of course, specifically for him to find. Whole book series from midgard appearing in his cell, the occasional note or drawing. Even a steaming hot cup'o soup appeared beside him, causing him to laugh, how do you lose a cup of soup? Even on purpose?
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He had escaped, faked his death and sent the all father to midgard with no memories. He was alone though, his mother was dead and he couldn't find his love. He still found her things, hair ties, earrings and leather cuffs. He knows she's still alive but has no way to find her, no way take her and keep her to himself.
He spent months after his escape looking for her through magic but she is simply too far away. It breaks his heart.
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Thor had figured him out and revealed him from his disguise as Odin. He demanded that Loki take him to the real Odin and although Loki didn't really have a choice he agreed, asking that once they retrieved the all father, Thor tell him where you are.
When they found him, sitting on a log at a cliff side in Norway, Thor had quickly told him the truth. You had disappeared after the battle with Ultron. You were on a jet with the hulk that had vanished in the middle of the ocean, apparently you were unconscious, unable to defend yourself and simply vanished along with the beast.
It broke his heart, though he knew you were still alive. he'd found one of your things only a few days ago but where could you be if not on midgard.
As he'd risen through the bifrost in an attempt to escape his sister, he thought of you. As he's been flung half way through and been sent hurtling into an unknown planet, he'd thought of you.
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"Grandmaster! How are you?" He'd heard through a haze of consciousness. "I'd like to take him if you don't mind" he heard the woman say as he faded back out. He'd been zapped multiple times after landing in the junk pile outside the city, his mind still rattling around his head.
As he woke again he felt much more comfortable, laying on soft fur and comfortable bed. He groaned as he sat up rubbing his temples with his thumbs.
"I was wondering if you'd ever wake up" he heard a laugh beside him, a laugh he recognised, a voice he recognised. He looked over at you, your head propped on your hand as you lay on your side smirking at him. "I've been waiting for hours, sleepyhead" you drawled, rolling onto your back with a smile.
"I didn't think i'd get to see you again love" he mumbled staring at your beauty, you seemed older but still just as beautiful.
"Neither" you replied sadly, running your fingers unconsciously up and down his back.
"Thor told me what happened... that you disappeared sometime last year after a big battle." You looked at him questioning, your brow furrowed in confusion.
"I've been here for three years..." you paused, seeming to think. "Time must move differently here then" you concluded but he was angry, upset and heartbroken. You'd been here for years, without him. No wonder he couldn't find you...
"I looked for you" he whispered the sadness in his tone obvious. He watched as you sat up, kneeling in front of him on the bed, place your hands on his cheeks. Your smile was blinding, like an angel of light.
"Looks like you don't have to look any longer" you whispered against his lips before kissing him hard, the heat of your body warming his cold skin.
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Six weeks. Six weeks of bliss, of finally being able to be with the one his soul has yearned for. To be able to touch you, to love you, to make you his. And then his stupid brother had to show up. He almost ruined everything within minutes, calling to him, admitting his relation. The Grandmaster is a psychopath as Y/N had told him many times. You warned Loki not to anger him, told him to stay low, stay out of his way.
You had spent three years dealing with him, Loki wasn't really sure how you managed. Whenever you both exited your chambers was like hell, pretending to be just what the Grandmaster liked in a person.
As soon as Thor showed up he was immediately plotting an escape. Unlike you and Loki he was sent to fight and of all the people he had to fight to gain his freedom it had to be the Hulk. Loki couldn't help but rejoice when Thor was slammed back and forth by the beast as you cringed beside him from the memory of the same happening to him.
When he'd escaped, taking the Hulk with him, the Grandmaster told you, Loki and Scrapper 142 to find them, to bring back his champion.
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You fought valiantly on the bifrost, cutting down many of Hela's undead army, not without taking a few hits of course. You continued to fight as you had blades driven into you and the wounds healed, over and over. As he ran off to the vault to place Surtur's helm in the eternal flame, you fought. As the ground shook and the fiery demon destroyed the palace and city you helped. He held you as the ship you were on took you to safety, to earth.
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Your whole life had been hell. Losing your parents at six. Being taken and experimented on until no injuries remained, until you were too powerful to destroy. You'd torn them to shreds, hunted and killed each person that helped turn you into a monster.
You fought your whole life. When you found out you were meant for someone, meant to be loved no matter what you did you scoffed at it, who could love a monster?
You still keep the little note close to you, just by your heart, even after all these years. "I'd be remiss to get in the way of that. Murder away love". You'd asked for something back that you had somehow lost and he had shown no sign of disgust about how you asked in his little note and you loved him for it, you didn't really know why yet.
As the years went on you loved him more and more.
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"Loki!" You screamed, thrashing against the magic holding you in place. All you wanted was to save him, to help him, to fight. Thanos didn't want to kill you yet, he wanted you to watch, to kill your soul before your body. You screamed and thrashed as the titan grabbed your love by the throat, lifting him from the ground . You were helpless again like the child who was taken, you could do nothing but cry frozen in place.
The magic released as he and his minions left, freeing you crawl to your love, tears streaming down your face. You pulled him into your arms screaming, the first and only person you truly ever loved before you even knew what it truly meant, is dead in your arms.
As the pain clenched at your heart, you pulled him closer as Thor watched with tears in his own eyes. You kissed him on the forehead and whispered quietly so only Loki your love would hear.
"I'll see you in Valhalla my love" you kissed him one last time as the ship blew up around you.
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Infinity War (3)
CHAPTER 3: TIME
Loki & The Avengers
Summary: A work inspired by @queencfthestarsdrfoster ‘s post of the universe where Loki is alive and Thor is avenged.
Series: Will contain all- and more- that we saw in Infinity War. Will not contain smut and fluff for obvious reasons. Might contain weird humor though.
Chapter content: Loki comes to earth.
Warnings: ...none, surprisingly.
Word count: I’ve started learning German. Like really basic German. I haven’t told anyone because *shrugs* I don’t know whenever I share something with someone it just...the thing just dilutes its importance and suddenly I do not seem to appreciate the thing I was doing, anymore. So, for now, it’s just me and this always-skipped wordcount that knows that. I’m also learning three other languages (just basics now) side by side.
MASTERLIST & Taglist in bio, my love
Jay & The Americans sing Come A Little Bit Closer in the lone pod traveling inevitably towards Earth as the scanners show another intruder ship in the atmosphere.
“Oh Hel,” Loki whispers to himself, giving the machine coordinates for the last place he heard Heimdall whisper to send the Hulk. The warning lights go all out as the destination is entered but Loki doesn’t have much time to think about it. The foreign spaceship has anchored itself on the planet, already going in with the intent of ‘be ruled or be killed’. He creates a trajectory for the landing in order to avoid any prying aliens and still be able to hit the ground without dying.
At least that’s what he intends to do until his eyes catch the whirlwind and he has to maneuver around the nearest building, avoid the lampposts, hit one, let his makeshift ship do multiple three-sixties till it lands in the same building he was last in when he had visited earth with Thor.
“Ugh,” he groans in pain, using the impact of the ship to try and hide the pain from the memory of watching his brother die, “I knew I could not trust anything owned by Quill!”
"What is he the lord of? Garbage technology?" Loki grumbles to himself for having to put too much effort into getting out of the totaled pod and finding himself facing a soft-looking man who is staring at him with a tilted head and a confused expression on his face.
"You're...Loki?" The chubby man states rather than ask the God.
"Wow," Loki tries to catch his breath, giving the man a smirk, "my reputation precedes me. And you are…?"
"Wong." The man shifts his hands to project golden sparkles covering his fists, making Loki give him a two-second judgmental stare before a sigh leaves his rapidly healing body.
"I'd nearly forgotten about that," he whispers to himself. "I come in peace, sorcerer," he announces, raising his hands, "as you can see, the earth is in trouble and your heroes-"
A wail comes and goes from above the crashed building they stand it, sounding almost-childlike.
"Is that...a kid?"
Wong too reruns the wail he just heard, never letting his guard down. "No…I hope not." But he is clearly worried about who that must have been.
"Do you know what's going on outside, Wong?" Loki asks the sorcerer.
"Something to do with you, I'm assuming," Wong almost sings back, his voice heavy and his stance never faltering. "Banner told us about Thanos. And you're supposed to be dead along with your brother.
Loki blinks. His throat feels heavy. But all he does is swallow it- like he always has. Just another gash in the lifetime of hurt. Only this one hurts like a pounding ache in the head.
"Thor's dead," his voice does not rise above a whisper, controlling the only way he knows how to react to the chest ache he gets now and then- rage. "And if you do not listen to me, mortal, you might as well be digging the entire universe's grave."
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"Kid! Where'd you come from?"
Stark looks at Peter in his usual 'streetwear' blocking the alien from hitting him while asking Tony what was going on.
"A field trip to MoMA!" the boy nearly shrieks at the end as he is thrown away by the Black Dwarf.
From the corner of the street, Loki sees the chaos unfurling itself everywhere. From Ebony Maw- the most ruthless and disorientedly cunning of the Black Order- gaining in on Strange to the Black Dwarf using his strength in the most potent way on Stark and...
"That is a kid," Loki hears himself say in sheer disbelief. "When did Stark have a son?"
The building he is standing beside glows in a small circle before giving way to a huffing Wong walking straight through the portal with a mixture of fear and anger.
"You better have a plan," he is almost disgusted at himself to be asking Loki for help, "because these guys are beating the shit out of Strange and Stark. And on good days I like seeing Strange being beaten at something!"
Loki looks at Wong's pleading eyes not even trying to mask the helplessness the man is feeling at this moment. He likes this one. Mostly because they care so much for the same guy.
"Well, you're in luck then," Loki declares, taking off his cloak.
"I have a plan."
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Ebony Maw. The master of torture, the creature who excels in every type of experimental pain he has ever come up with, fueled up by the cries of millions he has 'sacrificed' in the name of the greater good. He finally tastes the juices flowing inside him when he wraps the wizard inside the vines to take him up inside the ship and begin the most 'pure ritual in the world to cleanse this creature'. Everything in the name of balance. At last. The glory will be his master's. And the satisfaction of having ended those who oppose the master, his.
The ship is already getting away from the atmosphere and down below he can see the faint trail of fire coming towards the ship before going off.
He scoffs internally. Humans. Pretending they can own the universe.
An explosion echoes through the ship, taking away all the attention from his meandering thoughts to whatever little ruckus these sorry creatures have thought of now. A look at his screen and he finds balls of fire being thrown at the ship through the portals Stephen and his comrade had been using- or trying to use on him.
He wants to retaliate, show them their worth, but that would require him to take bits and pieces of his own battleship to be turned in the sharpest daggers before cutting through the portals and gutting whosoever lies behind them.
"Unworthy scum," is all he has to say before he warps away with the treasure he was here for.
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Bruce is already closing his eyes when he hears Tony barge through the front door, stomping in with blood boiling through his veins.
"BANNER!" he shouts, coming to a halt near his face before hissing, "you better have a really good reason for telling me that the stone is safe just when I was nearly able to reach Voldemort's ship because I saw that grey bitch take the doctor with him."
"The stone is safe."
He turns around at Peter's voice.
"Kid," he nearly seems to have a stroke as he sees Peter standing in the sanctum in front of him, "I thought you were following the wi-"
"The wizard, yes," comes Peter's voice, again but from Tony's right this time.
Now Tony definitely seems to be having a stroke.
"What the hell is going on here?" Tony is frozen at his point, "Did you have a twin all this time, Parker?"
"Wha-no Mr. Stark," the one his right speaks, while the left one just smirks at him, arching his good brow and standing with his arms behind his back like...like...
"Who the hell are you?"
He is wishing it not be true.
"You know who I am, Stark," the Peter on his left stresses. In a British accent. "I missed you too."
"Show me your face, you son of a bitch," Tony hasn't blinked for a long time now and the real Peter can already feel his mentor's displeasure reach its peak.
"He helped me get Mr. Wizard to safety Mr. Stark," Peter nearly squeaks, fearing what Tony might do to the other guy. Just then he is awed by the golden and green light glittering away his image into someone taller- much taller- than him.
But Tony doesn't flinch.
"Now," Loki declares, the scars from the deep wounds still reflecting the blood over his face, giving his best smile to Tony, "let's have that drink, shall we?"
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Soulmate Pains (P.P./S.M.)
Prompt: @san-penedo really likes Banner!reader, and I am all here to write for it! Also, I’m kinda on a writer’s binge for Peter Parker right now… SOULMATE AU where you feel your other soulmate’s pain whenever they get hurt.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Banner!reader
Words: 1340
Warnings: Pain, Post endgame, No I haven’t seen Far From Home
Notes: Just a short little drabble that I hope is cutesy.
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You’ve come to the conclusion that your soulmate is one of the clumsiest people on the face of the planet. Every day there was a new pain and more bruises popping up on you skin than you can count. You father was a little concerned about the new markings you got every day...he’d even suggested that maybe it was another hero. You’d rolled your eyes at his suggestion...if your soulmate was a hero, you would have found him or her by now. 
After Thanos’ snap, you’d felt your soulmate turn to dust, and you honestly thought you’d never get to see him or her again. You’d been devastated. You would have been part of one percent of the population to have not met their soulmate before their death. Then, he or she was back five years later and you couldn’t believe the amount of relief that washed through your body. Whoever your soulmate was, though, was getting new injuries while you were fighting against Thanos’ army.
To this day, you had no idea who your soulmate was. You rubbed your shoulder as you walked into the compound’s kitchen. “Soulmate,” your father asked. 
“You don’t have to be a smartass about it, Dad.”
He chuckled, his green hand reaching out and patting your other shoulder. “I’m ninety-nine percent sure that he-or she-is another hero. No regular human being could hurt themselves that much.”
“But I’ve met every hero we’ve heard about and none of them have the matching bruises.”
“Maybe they heal faster,” he stated.
“Then why do I still feel it?”
“Because you don’t have faster healing.”
You rolled your eyes, banging your head on the table. “I have your intelligence and your super strength, but you forgot to pass on the healing gene.”
“We can’t all be perfect. At least you didn’t come with an alter ego that you had to learn to live with,” he smirked and placed a cup of coffee in front of you. “Now, I have a team to go run through a simulation. Try not to hurt yourself or your soulmate in the time I’m gone.”
“No promises. If they keep this up, I’ll break an arm so they stop.”
“Be kind to you soulmate, I’m sure they’re really sorry about all the pain they’re putting you through.”
A sigh left your lips as you drank the coffee. You’d have quite a few words with your soulmate after you met them about the pain they’ve put you through. You always minimized how much you got hurt on the job, but they seemed to maximize it. 
You choked on your coffee as the wind was knocked out of you. You clutch your stomach, trying to breathe again. “I swear to anyone who’s listening up there, when I meet my soulmate, I’m going to kill them.”
You walked over to the sink, pouring out the rest of your coffee. It seemed that your soulmate was undertaking a battle of their own and you wouldn’t be able to finish the coffee in peace. You made it to the common area before your knees buckled. You hissed out in pain, barely grabbing onto the couch to stop you from falling.
You decided to lay on the couch, not trusting your soulmate to not get hurt in the two minutes it would take to get to your room. Whatever your soulmate was doing, they were getting their ass handed to them. You curled in on yourself as the pains started to intensify. What were they doing?! Tears burned your eyes as it felt as if your whole body was on fire. You’d never felt this much pain coming from your soulmate before. 
Then, it all stopped, but the pain was still radiating throughout you. You couldn’t be sure, but you think you were shaking. Everything hurt. “I didn’t realize you’d gotten stuck in that part of the simulation. I’m sorry Peter. That looked like it was very painful.” There was your father, maybe he’d be able to get you something for the pain.
“Yeah, it felt like my whole body was being ripped apart. I hope my soulmate didn’t feel everything,” Peter sighed. “(Y/N)? Are you alright?”
You shut your eyes as you saw Peter start to round the couch. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep and he’d leave you alone. A gentle hand on your arm caused you to jump at the jolt of pain which caused more pain which caused you to groan. “Don’t touch me,” you finally hissed. “Shit,” you mumbled and muttered a few more curses as your muscles clenched. 
When you opened your eyes again, your dad was in front of you with Peter standing worriedly behind him. “When did you start feeling this pain?”
“Uh, about twenty minutes ago, I choked on my coffee as it felt like I’d gotten sucker punched in the stomach,” you stated after looking at the clock. “Couple minutes after that, my knees buckled,” you hissed as your father barely touched some of the bruises popping up across your body. “I decided to stay on the couch until my soulmate was done with whatever they were doing, but then it was j-just blinding pain all over my body. Felt like everything was on fire. Still feels like everything’s on fire,” you groaned, eyes closing as you tried to get your breathing to even out again.
“By on fire,” your dad asked.
“I don’t-I don’t know. Like, everything hurt at once, like my body was being pulled apart at the seams,” you ground out. 
“Good news, I think I know who your soulmate is,” your father’s small smile was enough to not have you blow your top at him. “Your timeline and description suggests that Bug boy behind me is you soulmate.”
“Great, remind me when I’m able to move again to beat his ass for this,” you sighed.
“Beating me would also cause you pain,” he supplied with a hesitant chuckle. 
“Shut up.”
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Two Days Later
You couldn’t help but smile at the note left on your bedside table on top of a box of chocolates. It held another cheesy message from your soulmate telling you how sorry he is that he puts you through so much pain. Yesterday you’d finally convinced your dad to sucker punch you so that Peter could feel some semblance of your pain the other day considering he’d never been punched by the Hulk before. And this time, it stuck around because you were still in pain and didn’t have the healing factor that he did. 
He’d apologized profusely for the past two days. He kept telling you he tried to be careful, but he was still learning the ropes of being a superhero. You didn’t tell him that you’d already forgiven him and that you couldn’t stay mad at him. His adorable stutter when he was nervous and his cute face caused you to be unable to stay pissed at him. 
You walked to the kitchen, smiling when you saw your father already sat at the table with a cup of coffee. Peter was making breakfast, his back turned to you. You walked up to him quietly, giving a small wave to your dad. You snaked your arms around his waist, placing a kiss on the back of his neck before you rested your forehead on his upper back. “Morning to you too,” he laughed. 
He turned in your grip, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I would have brought you breakfast, Darling.” 
“That’s very sweet Pete, but you don’t need to keep apologizing for the other day. I’m over it.”
“Breakfast in bed isn’t necessarily an apology, I just believe in treating my soulmate right. You are a queen and deserve to be treated as such.”
The smile that broke out on your face was the whole reason he did sweet little things for you during the day. He loved that smile. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Sit down, Sweetheart, breakfast’s almost ready.”
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I’m not a wizard: part 2
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A couple of months later, and you are completely able to walk again. You learned Eldritch Magic Manipulation, constantly channeling dimensional energy to let your body function normally. It took you a while to get the hang of constantly using it, but now you grown used to the inter-dimensional hum throughout your body. You can barely feel it anymore. At this point, you were ready for almost anything, with Dr. Strange teaching you as much as possible. He wanted you to be prepared for when the dangerous threat he was talking about arrives.
The best part though, was being able to enforce your quarter staff with magic. Similar to the staff of the tribunal, you could spilt the stick apart so you could use it as a flail. It’s use was no longer that of a cane.
One day, Dr. Strange was about to do a deli run. You were going to go with him, while Wong stayed behind since he had no American money.
“I wouldn’t say no to a tuna melt,”
Wong said. You let out a laugh, before something crashed behind you. You all ducked for cover. You all summoned your weapons as you closed in on the hole in the stairs. You summoned your staff into your hand, pointing it threateningly as you draw closer. You peer inside to see a green man grumbling, eventually losing his odd color as he shrinks. He looks up at the three of you.
“Thanos is coming. He’s coming,” he said, out of breath. You all exchanged confused glances.
“Who?” Asked Dr. Strange.
After incoherent ramblings on the destruction of the universe you went over to the man who introduced himself as Dr. Bruce Banner, or the hulk. You place a hand on your shoulder. He stops rambling.
“If this Thanos is as life-threatening as you describe, is there any one you know that could help us?” You ask. Bruce Banner nods.
“Tony Stark,” He says. You look to Dr. Strange,
“Iron man, wow, ok, let’s try that,” You say. Dr. Strange nods at you to come with him as Wong stays behind. Dr. Strange quickly opens a sling ring, showing Stark and his wife kissing each other. You wince as Strange interrupts them.
“Tony Stark,” He announces, walking through the portal with you behind him,
“I’m Dr. Stephen Strange. I need you to come with me.” The couple looks at us, confused out of their minds. You nudge Strange, urging him to elaborate.
“Oh, uh, congratulations on the wedding by the way,” he says. You try not to laugh. Tony squints his eyes.
“I’m sorry, you giving out tickets to something?”
“We need your help,” Strange explains. You nod.
“It’s not overselling it to say that the fate of the universe is at stake,”
“And who’s we?” Tony challenges.
You were about to introduce yourself when Banner walks through the portal.
“Hey Tony.”
“Bruce!”
“Pepper,” Bruce greets.
“Hi,” whispers pepper.
Bruce goes up to Tony and hugs him.
You all walk back into the sanctum, you directing Tony to a couch. Wong begins to explain everything to do with the infinity stones and their existence. Dr Strange lists them out, revealing the time Stone in the eye of Agamotto. You gasp.
“You didn’t tell me you had that wrapped around your neck this whole time!” You growl, swatting Strange’s arm. His cake pushes you away. You huff. Tony continues,
“Tell me his name again,”
“Thanos,” explains Bruce, “he’s a plague Tony. He invades planets. He takes what he wants. He wipes out half the population. He sent Loki. The Attack on New York, that’s him.”
“This is it,” says Tony, “What’s our timeline?”
“No telling, He has the Power and Space Stones. That already makes him the strongest creature in the universe. If he gets his hands on all six stones, Tony...”
“He could destroy life on a scale hitherto undreamt of.” Says strange. You see Tony lean on the cauldron of cosmos, stretching.
“Did you seriously say “hitherto undreamt of”?” He sneers.
“Are you seriously leaning on the Cauldron of Cosmos?” The cloak of levitation whacks Tony away from it. It lets out a big clang. You let out a chuckle.
“I’m going to allow that. If Thanos needs all six, why don’t we just stick this one down the garbage disposal?”
“No can do,”
“That’s a stupid idea,” you groan at the same time as the Doctor. Tony looks at you.
“Aren’t you a bit young to be here?” Tony says, finally looking at you.
“My name is Y/N L/N, thanks for asking!” you say, letting on a frown,
“Anyway continue” you lean your staff towards the group.
“We swore an oath to protect the time stone with our lives.”
“I swore off dairy, but then Ben and Jerry’s names a flavor after me, so...”
“Stark Raving Hazelnuts.”
“It’s not bad,”
“More like not good,” you laugh.
“A bit chalky.”
“A hunk of hulk of burning fudge is our favorite,” Wong says.
“I liked Captain Americone, but then they discontinued it since he was you know, a criminal now,” you add. Wong hums in agreement, with a solemn look on his face.
“Point is, things change.” Tony said.
“Our oath to protect the Time stone cannot change. And this stone may be the best chance against Thanos.”
“Yeah, So conversely it may also be his best chance against us.”
“Well if we don’t do our jobs.”
“What is your job exactly? Besides making balloon animals.”
“Protecting your reality,” Strange says and you instinctively join him in saying, “douchebag,” Strange smiles at you, and you give a toothy grin.
“Ok guys, could we table this discussion right now? The fact is we have this stone. We know where it is. Vision is out there somewhere with the Mind Stone and we have to find him now,”
“Who’s Vision?” You say.
Tony explains that “Vision” is offline.
“Who could find vision then?” Strange says.
“Shit. Probably Steve Rogers.”
“Oh great,” you all mumble.
“Maybe.”
Bruce asks why he can’t just call him, and Tony reveals to him that the avengers broke up.
“Broke up? Like a band? Like..like the Beatles?”
“Exactly like the Beatles,” You say, chuckling at his use of terminology.
“Cap and I fell out hard. We’re not on speaking terms.”
Bruce explains that Thanos is coming no matter what whoever you’re talking to or not.
“He’s right Tony,” you add. Tony sighs and walks away and pulls out his flip phone. Things start to rumble.
“Say doc you wouldn’t be happen to be moving your hair would ya?” Tony asks.
“Not at the moment no,”
The rumbling becomes louder as you see people running outside. You guys exit the sanctum, seeing people running for their lives. You quickly follow Dr. Strange and Tony, summoning your shields.
“You might want to put that stone in your pocket Doc,”
“Might wanna use it,” Doc answers, summoning his own rings. You turn a corner to see a ring ship hovering over the city.
“Friday, evac anyone south of 43rd street notify first responders”
Dr. Strange instructs you to clear the dust with him, and you both cast the Winds of Watoomb to clear the area. A beam from the ship makes two aliens figures land on the ground. You gulp, taking a deep breath.
“Hear me, and rejoice. You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos. Be thankful that your meaningless lives are now contributing—“ the skinny one says before Tony interrupts him.
“I’m sorry, Earth is closed today.” He yells. You smile at his words,
“You better pack it up and get outta here.”
“Stonekeeper” the alien addresses Strange.
“Does this chattering animal speak for you?”
“Certainly not I speak for myself.” He defends, summoning his rings, “you’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.”
Both you and Wong summon your rings as well, and you feel magical energy course through you.
“He means get lost, Squidward.” Tony yells. You have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from laughing. He was totally right!
“He exhausts me. Bring me the stone,” Squidward says to his partner who chitters in an alien language.
Banner is unable to summon hulk, saying they had a thing, frustrating Tony.
“Dude you’re embarsssing me in front of the wizards.” Tony growls.
Tony orders wings to look after Bruce. You see Tony summon his iron man suit battling briefly before being shot up from the ground. Dr. Strange turns to Bruce as Wong summons a shield.
“Since the rest of your green friend won’t be joining us...” sending him through a sling ring.
You send a few projectiles at Squidward when Tony comes back.
“You need to get that stone out of here now!”
“It stays with me,”
“Exactly, bye,” He says, hurtling towards the beasts before being sent through a wall. Dr. Strange turns to you,
“Go help him,” he says, nodding his head towards Tony. You nod. You quickly summon ruby rings, jumping up towards a building, using your quarterstaff to pole vault you towards the park. You see Tony push Bruce out of the way as you will yourself to float down next to them. Your legs wobble slightly from your first time with actually floating, but you quickly recover. Tony begins to be beat up by the monster and before you throw a shield to protect him, something red and blue beats you too it.
“Hey man. What’s up Mr. Stark?” The young hero says. You recognize him as Spider-Man, since you’ve heard briefly of him.
“Kid, where’d you come from?” Tony asks.
“A field trip to MOMA!” He yells as he’s thrown to the side. You quickly throw some golden whips onto the beast, trying to restrain him as Tony blasts the alien.
“What’s this guy’s problem Mr. stark?” You hear the boy yell.
“Uh he’s from space. He came here to steal a necklace from a wizard.” He says. You sigh, slashing at the alien with your flail-staff.
“For the last time due we’re not wizards! We’re Masters of the Mystic Arts!” You yell back at Tony. The beast grabs Spider-Man throwing him. You summon a sling ring, sending him through as you drop him above you, as you manage to catch him. Your knees slightly buckle from the weight but you set him down on the grass. Spider-Man looks up at you.
“Thanks!” He yellsas you flail at the beast.
You throw more space shards at the alien. Spider-Man quickly grabs a car that’s thrown, throwing it at the alien. Suddenly you see Dr. strange whip by, the cape dragging him.
“Kid that’s the wizard. Get on it!” Tony says.
“On it!” Spider-Man says. You start running towards Strange, using your staff as a pole vault once more. You use more powers as you try to fly through the air, but you keep trailing across the ground every few feet or so. Spider-Man soars above you as you start to trail behind. You feel your legs screaming from the amount of energy you are using, yelling in pain. You look at Spider-Man swinging through the air and you start to do the same. You take golden whips and start swinging off of trees and streetlights, only having to float yourself a few times. The wizard sends billboards you way, and you quickly deflect it with a shield. Spider-Man gets hit, and you keep going, flying ahead of the wizard and grabbing Strange with your whip as he’s sent flying, you see a strand of webbing attach to him, and Spider-Man comes to your aid. Suddenly a beam from the ship starts pulling you up, but you refuse to let go. Spider-Man trails after you. And you hear his yell.
“Uh Mr. Stark, I’m being beamed up.”
The ship escalates super quickly and you look at Spider-Man.
“What do we do?” You say, unable to think of a spell to save you. Spider-Man quickly grabs you by the waist, swinging you both to a side of the ship. You cling onto the panels. You both start climbing. Spider-Man says suddenly,
“But you said to save the wizard! I can’t breathe!” He says as he takes off his mask. Your already gasping for air as you see an attractive young man emerge from the mask. He gasps for air. Tony seems to say something to him before he says,
“Yeah, that makes sense.” He breathes before he collapses. You scream, failing to catch him with your whip.
“Spider-Man!” You yell. Suddenly something flies onto him, emerging his in a new suit. He lands not so gracefully on the trip. gracefully on the ship. You see that before he’s sent off with a parachute, and you start to lose consciousness, you try to summon the winds into your lungs, but your arms give out. You start to feel yourself fall, but then you feel strong metal arms surround you.
“I got you kid,” you hear Tony say. You’re able to breathe in a few moments, and Tony sets you on your feet. You and him quickly go to a safe place, observing Dr. Strange from above. Tony nearly blasts the cloak of levitation.
“Wow, you’re a seriously loyal piece of outerwear aren’t you?”
He says. You nod at him.
“Yes, it’s his personal relic, it has a spiritual bond with him.
“Yeah uh speaking of loyalty.” Spider-Man flips down onto the floor.
“What the..”
“I know what you’re gonna say.”
“You should not be here”
“I was gonna go home”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“But it was such a long way down and I thought about you the way...”
“And now I gotta hear it.”
“Kinda stuck to the side of the ship and this suit is ridiculously intuitive by the way. So if anything it’s kinda you’re fault I’m here.” Peter rambles. You gasp at his words. Did he seriously just say that?
“What did you just say?”
“I- I take that back?” Peter stammers, “And now I’m here in space”
“Yeah right where I didn’t want you to be.” Tony says. He walks up to Peter in a hushed tone. You turn to the cloak, looking for any help. It just shrugs at you before wrapping you into a cloaky hug.
You hear hushed arguing before Tony walks back towards you.
“You’re not to supposed to be here either!” He says to you.
“Excuse me?” You retort.
“You’re too young just like him, I can tell you’re not ready for this!” He assumes. You cross your arms before sneering up at him.
“For your information, Strange told me to go SAVE you when you got hit in the face with a hammer,”
“I didn’t need to be saved!”
“Maybe not but obviously you are your little buddy here couldn’t hand it on your own, so now I’m here! I’m trying to save my fucking mentor so if you two could shut the fuck up, then maybe we can get out of here!” You say, blood boiling. You got so distracted that you stopped channeling your energy, and you nearly fall before Spider-Man catches you in your arms.
“What’s the matter?” Spider-Man says. You look up into his chocolate brown eyes before shoving him away, regaining the strength in your legs quickly. You feel the familiar hum in your bones.
“Nothing! I just got so angry I forgot to hold myself up,” you mumbled. The boy and Iron Man look at you quizzically. You sigh, leaning on your staff,
“I have to use dimensional energy constantly so I can walk,” You say. They still look at you oddly.
“I was paralyzed from the waist down a few years ago, that’s why I became what you call a “wizard”. Dr. Strange taught me how to walk again.” You explain, returning to your full height.
“You use magic to walk?” Iron Man says. You sigh, rubbing your temple.
“Basically, I’ll explain it later, right now we gotta save my boss.” You say. Iron man points to Strange, looking at Peter.
“See him down there? He’s in trouble. What’s your plan? Go.”
“Umm. Ok ok um have you seen this really old movie aliens?” Peter says, looking at the both of you. You raise your eyebrow in question.
Tony starts to face off against Squidward. He blasts a hole in the ship sending out the alien, and Spider-Man goes to grab him. He hangs on by metal tendrils. You hear him scream in triumph through an earpiece Tony gave you. You quickly wrap your whips around his torso, dragging him back up through the ship. Tony quickly seals the hole when they are launched back up. You drag Spider-Man back up, and discard your whip. He looks at you with his wide mechanical eyes. You smile before rushing over the Dr. Strange.
Tony And Stephen start arguing. You walk next to him as Tony yells at him.
“Who just saved your magical ass? Me!”
They continue arguing as you turn back around, conjuring a string of light between your hands, fiddling it in thought.
“Now we’re in a flying doughnut billions of miles from Earth with no back up.”
“I’m backup,” both you are Peter say, raising your arms. You both look at each other.
“No, you’re both stowaways! The adults are talking. ” Tony sneered.
You groan in protest.
“She’s not a stowaway, she’s with me. And,I’m sorry, I’m confused as to the relationship here. What is he your ward?”
“No, I’m Peter, by the way.”
“Dr. Strange.”
“Oh you’re using made up names, um, I’m Spider-Man then.” He says. You sigh and walk over to him while the “adults” started talking.
“That’s his actually name. He’s my mentor. I’m Y/N L/N.” You say, flipping your hair out of your face while sticking out your hand for him to shake. You see Peter get flustered he takes your hand warily.
“I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” He says. You smile.
“You said that already,” you laugh. His eyes widen.
“Oh,uh sorry.” He says. You shake you’re head.
“It’s fine, Peter,”
You both glance back at the two men, who are standing face to face. You both gulp in fear of what they’re talking about.
“All right Stark, we go to him,” Strange says, “But you have to understand, if it comes to saving you, or the kid, or the Time Stone, to let either of you die. I can’t because the universe depends on it.”
“What about your magical assistant then? You didn’t say you would let her die,” Tony asked with genuine interest. Your heart drops. Before Dr. Strange answered you stepped in.
“Like Wong said, we swear an oath to protect the Time Stone. I will lay down my life for it if I have to.” You say to Tony. You look to Stephen, who avoids your gaze. What would he have said?
“All right kid,” Tony says, laying his hands on both of Peter’s shoulders, “you’re an avenger now.” Peter smiles, adjusting his stance to look more heroic.
You smile, looking at his new self-assured state. He looked cute. Wait what?
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gywnbleidd-archive · 4 years
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Can u tell ur family to stop. They're making me cry
it hurt ngl, but here’s some not sad moments during the film watch (it being their first time btw)
“[peter and tonys banter during the battle] awwww”
my brother calling thanos a pussy countless times
my brother calling bullshit when fortnite was shown on screen
my brother being heavily upset that they lost the tesseract
“that’s very intimate” - my brother when scott said he was going inside tony’s reactor
“did he just say he liked caps ass?”
“[about pepper] who is that?” “that’s his wife” “that’s a ride or die girl right there”
“so he just stays like that? green and big?”
the uproar of happiness when peter was on screen
“*tony collapsing after giving steve his reactor* mood.”
“2012 New York?” “the only valid Avengers movie”
them asking multiple times who howard was
“Howard... STARK?” “That’s tonys dad” “oh shit, tony STARK.”
everyone thinking morgan was adorable
“[about tony] he looks old” “i would too if i went days in space without food/water”
“[about tony scenes later] he does not age.”
“[t’challa appears on screen] YESSS!!!”
my brother thinking cap was going to beat everyone’s ass in the elevator and calling hail hydra a cheat code
“what did she do to the hulk? kill him?” “no she just.. took his soul out his body idk” “ok so she killed him”
everyone’s collective “yikes” when they found out clint was a serial killer
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bonesingerofyme-loc · 5 years
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Endgame is a movie about payoffs
An incomplete list of all the great ‘payoffs’ in this movie.
Hulk’s character arc/story is resolved offscreen and Hulk as a character is killed off. Shh no tears, only Banner now.
Loki’s death was meaningless
Thor’s character arc/story wasn’t even regressed, it was reset
Tony and Nebula’s relationship went nowhere
Vision’s body was shoved in a closet for five years I guess
Doctor Strange’s 14 million futures and 1 solution relied on a fucking rat
The main six avengers never got to be on screen fighting together
Natasha was killed off and her death is barely mentioned
Red Skull’s presence was revealed to simply be the writers going wOuLdN’t iT Be CoOl rather than having any deeper meaning or reason for it. Boy would it have made sense for the Avengers to maybe talk to the Stonekeeper since they know next to fuck all about the infinity stones. Or maybe resolve the whole ‘Steve and Red Skull’ thing, because it’s not like that was formative conflict for Steve Rogers.
Loki’s death was seriously fucking meaningless
Rocket sort of just existed. What did he do? Nothing. Who did he interact with? Barely anyone.
Gamora’s character arc/story is reset to a blank slate because she is a new person.
Drax’s whole reason for living was revenge and to strike back at Thanos. Never see Drax in Endgame except as part of the exhaustively long checklist of ‘HEY LOOK X PERSON IS HERE’
Clint going on a murderspree doesn’t matter at all except to give a reason why he isn’t in the first part of the movie. It has no bearing on the events and no one ever speaks to Clint about it. He doesn’t even act any differently from the mostly serious and broody Clint of the previous films. There isn’t even any tension about him coming back, Nat just says ‘Hi Clint come back’ and he’s like ‘k’.
Peter Quill, who I don’t even like, has only a single scene in the movie where his entire growth as a character and relationship with Gamora is reduced to stupid physical humor and a joke.
Carol Danvers was pointless. She exists to save Tony and Nebula, which Thor could’ve done with bifrost and to blow up Sanctuary, which could’ve been done far more interestingly. And yet the movie tried to weave her in pretty well by making her part of Natasha’s galactic avengers and then...did nothing with that idea. Was it too hard to consider maybe she shows up with whats left of NovaCorps or some Kree battleships?
Thanos proves that he was jobbing hard in Infinity War. What’s that, Thanos without any infinity stones could easily beat Tony in Mk85, Thor with both his weapons and Steve Rogers? I guess the entire fight on Titan was him just pissing around. It steals all the weight and strength that Infinity War gave the Avengers by showing that Thanos could’ve squashed any of them at any time and was never actually in danger.
‘Stark. You’re not the only one cursed with knowledge.’ What does that mean? Why does Thanos seem to respect him? Fucking who knows, since we see that in the past Thanos only vaguely knew about the Avengers and thought they were dumb nerds. I guess he read about Tony underneath a Snapple lid. 
Back to Natasha’s death - she dies and the movie decides it needs to focus on fucking Bruce of all people, when she and Steve had become very close friends over the past seven years, and from the implications Steve was the only one that actually kept in contact with her post-Snap when the Avengers all retired or fucked off. Fucking Bruce. 
Hey while we’re here, let’s keep up with Steve and his relationships. How about the fact he and Bucky never reunite on screen? How about the fact that all we have gotten between Steve and Bucky since Steve got his best friend back was what, three lines total between Infinity War and Endgame? 
Or how about Steve and Sam! You know, Sam the therapist that helped break Steve out of his shell. Sam the loyal friend who stood by Steve through thick and thin. Sam, who kind of was Steve’s first ‘real’ friend in the modern day. Sam, who only shows up at the end so old Steve who abandoned his friends can chuck him a shield. No reunion. No real meaningful moment. Just hey I’m old take my shield.
Or Steve and Wanda! Did you guys forget that the secret Avengers adopted her? How they were kind of like a family for that time after Civil War, with Steve the Dad and Natasha the Mom and Wanda their adopted weird magical girl? You know, how they took Wanda under their wing and started teaching her and treating her like a real person? Guess they did forget!
What about Valkyrie too, by the way. Valkyrie who spent a thousand years as a cynical drunk and then Thor helped her out of her self-loathing funk in Ragnarok. And then she I guess just said ‘sucks to be you’ and didn’t even try to help him? Or how about that Thor just kind of chucks her the throne like a party favor. Not even like he recognized she earned it or anything, Thor just said ‘hey, fuck my responsibilities I want to go be a failure in space, so take my job lmao’. Nice. I hate Ragnarok with a passion, but for fuck’s sake. 
Nidavellir. Establishes that Eitri is the last of the dwarven forgemasters left, and still has all his knowledge and skill. And that he forged the Gauntlet. And the plans for the Gauntlet are still there. Clearly, that means Tony should just whip together a nanite gauntlet in his basement overnight.
Carol Danvers and Nick Fury. You know, how Captain Marvel set them up as good friends, and then she allegedly shows up wanting to know where he is. Oops. That didn’t make the cut. Or her seeing Fury again after so many years. Double oops. Shit, this is even from the stinger of the last movie these yucks wrote, and they couldn’t even do it. Again - like Gagnarok and others, Cpt. Marvel is not even a movie I liked but COME ON NOW.
The intelligence/wisdom of the infinity stones. The space stone ‘judged’ Red Skull and cast him out. The soul stone has a ‘certain wisdom’. Ultron was made from the intelligence that lurked in the mind stone. Vision was linked to all the other stones and could sense almost a distress from each other stone as Thanos claimed them. NVM, stones destroyed lmao.
Infinity War went out of it’s way to make visually striking and different battle sequences and pulled out all the stops to really showcase powers. We got to see smart and interesting uses of all the stones during the battle on titan. Thanos actually had a wizard duel with Strange, showing that he is so much more than just a brute brawler. He blended caster and bruiser seemlessly. The color palatte was bright and arid, full of reds and oranges and blues and greens, well lit and extremely well choreographed. Tony showcases the amazing functionality of his Mk50 experimental armor. The battle at Avengers compound is dark, a color palette of grey, dark grey, light grey, and brown-grey. The choreography of the fight consisted of ‘surround Thanos and hit him with sticks’. We saw none of the MK85 suit. You know. The LAST suit Tony Stark would ever make. We saw none of Stormbreaker or Mjolnir’s power in Thor’s hands, only the most basic ‘fwoosh lightning’ from when Steve holds it. Where was Thor and his flying, his glowing eyes, Mjolnir-as-a-character that was present in all his fights in the past? Where was Steve’s mixed martial arts and his really acrobatic and distinct fighting style? Where was Tony constantly pulling new weapons and tricks out of his suit? The final fight of the Infinity Saga with the big three, and it’s as inspiring as a mid-aughties superhero duel. Just kind of slamming together and grunting. (I guess all the good fight choreographers were stolen by Alita)
‘I can do this all day’. The iconic line of Steve Rogers in the MCU, a touchstone for his character that is emblematic of his entire life and his drive, that says in six syllables the sum total meaning of what it is to be Captain America. Is played As A Joke.
Pepper Potts, whose character and relationship with Tony Stark to date can be summed up succinctly as ‘Tony no’ while he shouts ‘TONY YES’ now totally agrees with Tony and is all gung-ho about him deciding to risk his life, his daughter’s life, their lives, and the fucking universe to go a-time-travelling. What.
Steven Strange, whose movie was about him struggling to become a sorcerer and let go of his past and his preconceptions as well as the Ancient One seeing potential in him despite his roughness is shown to all be a charade. She actually knew all along he was going to be an OG badass and is so enamored with him that she’s willing to hand away the infinity stone she and her order have protected for millennia at the simple mention of his name.
Acausal time travel. Instead of enriching the previous movies by seamlessly blending into them for the time heist, Endgame goes out of it’s way to say ‘HAHA YEAH NO, THIS IS A BRANCHING TIMELINE’ so when you watch Dark World, Avengers, etc, there’s no intrigue of like ‘oh man, such and such is going on just around the corner’ because they so thoroughly bungled time travel and everything we saw in Endgame breaks the timelines. I can’t believe JK Rowling did a better job creating consistent and coherent time travel that carried narrative weight and tension in a children’s book.
Undoing the snap. All the speculation and theory about how, why, when, what, and it turns out all you have to do is just snap to bring everyone back and then act like the intervening five years of social decay and collapse never happened. 
Theodore Ross is very specifically shown in Infinity War to be the Secretary of State. Hm. A character who’s always been an antagonist, always against the avengers...in a high ranking government position...right before 50% of the population is dusted...right, yeah, nothing. Not the President after the snap. 
The snap itself. Smash cut to 5 years later, show some quick flybys and pay a bit of lip service to ‘oh yeah things are bad’ but that’s it. Don’t investigate it. Don’t show us how bad things are. Don’t explore it. In fact, everything seems pretty ok. People are still playing Fortnite five years later and cheerfully dabbing and taking selfies, so it’s all good right? Not like half of all life vanished instantly over night and the world is supposed to be falling apart. Nah.
Tony Stark’s death. Did he die to bring back the universe? Did he die to save his friends? Did he die to save his daughter or his family? Nope, he killed himself to kill the already beaten Thanos and his final words were all about himself. bUt ThE cAlLbAcK
Thanos. Killed off. Replaced by a cartoon villain version of himself. The Thanos that is the main antagonist that the Avengers beat? Not the Thanos who we got to know and who starred as the center of Infinity War.
Nebula. Best character in the film. Has no conclusion. No catharsis or reaction to Thanos’ death.
Groot. Split second shot of him and Rocket. No reunion.
Groot, again, and the rest of the Guardians. No chance to see Rocket’s reaction to the realization his entire family is gone or the effect it has on him. What was that scene in Infinity War? “Me? I got a lot to lose. I got a lot.” No relevance.
Stormbreaker. Major plotpoint of Infinity War. OP axe forged by Thor nearly sacrificing his life to a star. Yeets through a blast from a full-stone gauntlet. Is just a beatstick in Endgame, does nothing.
Infinity stones, again. Infinity War made them front and center, showing their many uses and delving deeper into the lore of them. Endgame makes them paperweights that can only snap.
I could go on and on and on. This is just off the top of my head, right now. Payoffs? I guess if you count the writers violently elbowing you in the ribs and shouting HEY ITS THAT SCENE FROM THAT OTHER MOVIE like you’re a drooling idiot as a ‘payoff’ it’s ripe with them, but actual meaningful payoff for a decade of characters and storytelling? Hah. No.
Edit: I will continue to update this as I think of/recall more examples
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pwnyta · 5 years
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Full Endgame spoilers/review:
(TL;DR: It was really fucking good. Theres some bad obviously but overall worth it. Even after reading the spoilers and feeling like I may not like it as much as I thought I would... I actually liked it more.)
- - So as I said I loved the movie I had some gripes but overall I thought it was one hell of a fun, entertaining movie. I'll go by each characters story in my review saving Cap and Tony for last.
Natasha- Honestly? Though I think the MCU dropped the ball on the 0G6 being a believable family... I think Nats role in this movie was sweet. I really like the scene where Tony Nat and Bruce were laying down talking about Strange and the stones. It was really cute but it really made me wish we got to see this earlier. Joss dropped the ball hard in AoU. Ive said it one and I'll say it again. AoU should have been the movie where the Avengers were a solid unit throughout the movie.Nats death was... heroic but honestly her and Clint beating the shit out of each other because neither could stand the thought of the other being sacrificed was kinda funny and cute which is jarring to the story. It kinda sucks that she was fridged before the final battle though.
Clint- What are the fucking odds that every one of his family was dusted? But w/e. Clint having a wild sword battle in Japan... it was ridiculous and weird and IDK what they were thinking with that scene but it was played really dramatically but I laughed? Cuz it was so over the top and silly... even though he just slit that guys throat and Nats like :c Clint~ honey no its fine... and they hold hands over the guys warm corpse. LMFAO WHAT!? Im at least happy his kids got him back if nothing else.
Bruce- ... Bruce with Hulks big green body? NICE. Thats gonna have some interesting fanart I can already tell and I lift my glass to you. I once tried to draw a little comic where Bruce and Hulk separated but also had swapped bodies.... so Bruce had Hulks body but I never did finish it I wonder if I still have it saved somewhere. Anyways. Honestly? I found Bruce in this movie to be equal parts funny and annoying? Like it was a bit jarring sometimes that he was so lighthearted despite everything.
Thor- When I read the spoilers I thought I was gonna really dislike Thor but watching it I understood where Thor was coming from and I couldnt really blame him for spiraling and its not like anyone close to him seemed to even check up on him despite clearly knowing where he was. Im really sad that it took all those years and only until he was needed for someone to try and talk Thor through what he was going through. Im not annoyed with Thor. Im annoyed with the rest of them (minus Tony and I guess Clint? Considering.). Bruce was his friend in Ragnarok, Nat keeps talking about them being family, and Steve is their leader where the hell were they? Unless im missing something... I guess Valkyrie too but shes been picking up his slack as a leader and was holding the Asgardians together so I can cut her some slack. ANYWAYS. Thor was kinda funny in the movie but it was kind of hard to enjoy his goofiness. It kind felt like Tony in IM2. Speaking of Im glad Tony seemed really tolerant of Thors drunk behavior... I was sure he would throw a lot of shots like Rocket did. I wish they had a moment to talk about Thor self medicating with booze... Tonys been there. I get why they couldnt really but.. His scene with Frigga was really nice. Frigga is a bad bitch raised by witches and shit.... she knows all~ A wise woman that Frigga.
Scott- HOLY SHIT Did I love Scott in this movie. He was soo funny and cute... and bullied a lot. You know I have a thing for easily bulliable character. And Scott just got spanked left and right. His helpless goofiness reminded me of Harry from KKBB a little. He bounced off everyone well and it makes me kinda wish he was one of the OG6 instead of Clint. He was more of the heart that kept the Avengers together than anyone. Also him and Tony talking about Caps ass? HILARIOUS. Bisexual icons honestly. 'That suit did nothing for your ass.' 'No one asked you to look!' 'I think you look great Cap as far as Im concerned thats Americas ass!' and then later Caps all 'That IS Americas ass.' Unbelievable. But his best scene is still him reuniting with Cassie. She was so big! Im so happy she got her dad back... but Bruces failed time travel machine scene.... that was a close second. 'Somebody peed my pants... idk if it was baby me or old me........ or me me.' Also the 'whats up regular sized man' scene is longer and more hilarious than the preview showed. FUCK YOUR TACO SCOTT. At least Bruce is nice to him. I ship GreenAnt a little. Rocket petting Scott and mockingly calling him a puppy. SAME.
Rhodey- JESUS RHODEY. Speaking of hilarious idiots. Im glad he got a bigger roll in this movie but he didnt hug Tony when he got back so whats the point? BUT W/E... He was hilarious and amazing. It was nice to see him step up as one of the sorta leaders after the snappening. But he was also A HUGE FUCKING DORK THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH. Thinking that a secret cavern with a spooky name would be boobytrapped like in Indiana Jones and trying to convince Nebula to be careful. Naming a bunch of shitty time travel movies to prove a point about time travel (with Scotts help) and going back in time to kill baby Thanos...and Bruce was like 'yeah... no...' and him fucking TRASHING the magic of the iconic opening scene of the first GotG where Quill is dancing.... 'so hes an idiot?' RHODEY PLEEEEAAASSSEEEE have mercy. Him and Nebula are a trip. Also I made a note to mention Don Cheadles BEAUTIFUL soft voice. So here it is. I love Don Cheadles beautiful soft voice. He had too few scenes with Tony but their first scene when Tony starts freaking out and hes trying to get Tony to calm down was pretty good... and god that ending.... ;-; How come Rhodey got NO lines while Tony was dying? But also in the same position I dont think Id have any words either. I too would just cry. And did... for Tony. But yeah besides his lack of scenes with Tony I really loved Rhodeys scenes. I usually do. Hes adorable.
Nebula: Sweetie... You are just amazing. Shes legit one of the best most solid characters in the movie. The opening scenes between her and Tony? FUCKING adorable. Im sad we dont see more of them after the time skip. I also wish we got a longer scene of Neb and Rocket talking when she gets to earth... I guess just seeing them sit together sadly was enough to portray the emotions but.... I MEAN. More Nebula wouldnt hurt anyone. Having to see two tortured versions of Nebula was upsetting. Future Nebula who lost so much and past Nebula still under Thanos' thumb. 'You can change!' 'He wont let me' OOF. Im sad that past Nebula was killed... but appreciate that even in that moment past Gamora was upset to see her be killed. Im glad with Present Neb, Gamora was so easily heel-face turned. She loves her sister. Also their moment after past Gamora beats up present Quill was hilarious 'Really? This is the guy?' 'The choices were him or a tree.' WHAT ABOUT DRAX, NEBULA?! I know I said I may not watch any MCU movies after this but I might tune in for GotG3 for Nebula (and Thor).
Steve: I actually ENJOYED Steve in this movie for the most part. For the first time in any movie... even by himself I kind of enjoyed Steve. Especially the scene when hes fighting himself and his past self says 'I can do this all day' and hes like 'Tst... yeah I know... okay' Like he was sick of his own damn bullshit. And frankly? Same. Also him whispering 'Hail hydra' to get the scepter? Hilarious. I cant help but see it as a knock at that shitty Hydra Cap comic that everyone hated. But despite me enjoying Steve for most of the film... the MCUs inability to write a good romance and pretending like Steve and Peggys relationship was a peak or something completely undoes it all. It would still NOT BE GREAT regardless but the fact the RUSSOS are the ones who brought Sharon into TWS in the first place makes it SO MUCH WORSE that Steve dipped out. Steve should have moved on... even if it wasnt with Sharon. They could have at least MENTIONED HER but they knew they couldnt because then it would be too highlighted that Steve is a fucking FUCK BOY who used the niece of the woman he loved as a surrogate and that him going back to the past means hes gonna be meeting little Sharon at some point. Also? Really? Steve you have this whole new family you supposedly love and can live your life with but you rather go back in the past because the first woman who was nice to you was there? Move on. Its so fucking weird that hes so obsessed with her. You have your childhood friend and the rest of your new friends... and supposedly a girlfriend. IDK how anyone could be happy with that ending for him. But I guess its in character... remember the note he sent Tony 'I've been on my own since I was 18.' What about Bucky? He was there with you and you had family in the Avengers supposedly. Natasha seemed to think so. YOURE SUCH A FUCKIN SCUMBAG STEVE. Jesus.
Tony: First of all Id just LOVED his scenes with Nebula as I said. He sat there patiently teaching how to play paper football and held her win. It was REALLY cute. When he passed out she picked him up off the floor and sat him down on the chair and pat him. REAL CUTE. He nicknamed her 'The Blue Meanie' its cute and he tried to give her the last of their food but she insisted he eat it. Bobbos eyes never looked more gorgeous than in that scene where Carol finds them honestly. Tonys I told you so was really really sad. It had a lot of feeling like that scene in AoU when he laughs hysterically and starts ranting? Rhodey tried to calm him down but he just ripped into Cap. Also he yanked off his arc reactor and I FULLY JUMPED IN PANIC because I forgot it wasnt in him. I fully flinched. But he pulled his heart out and gave it to Steve and then passed out. Tony and Peppers daughter is ADORABLE. And her interactions with Tony are so sweet. Domestic Tony is lovely. I love that when Steve and the gang roll up on him Morgan runs out during their discussion and is like 'Mom told me to come and save you....' and hes like 'Well Ive been saved!' REAL CUTE. Also he swore and his daughter copied him and hes like NOOOOO!!!!!!! LMAO. LANGUAGE Tony. Tony is motivated to fix things seeing that pic of him and Peter. Hes such a softie. IM REALLY REALLY SAD that we finally see Pepper kinda GET Tonys need to be Iron Man and is like 'But could you rest?'. The one time she encourages him to go back to be Iron Man and he fucking DIES. Im so sad for Pepper. But that scene between them where shes like 'We'll be ok.... you can rest now.' FUCK. Im crying again. That scene between him and Steve- 'Someone shoula warned you~' 'You did...' 'Oh did I? Thank god Im here' has the same energy as 'Who taught you how to dance?' 'You did.' 'Well Ive done a marvelous job!' It was pretty great. Tonys nicknames for Scott are 'Pissant' and 'Thumbelina.' Im not OVERLY fond of his scenes with Howard. But honestly? My brother is the same way with our dad... he just chooses to forget the bad stuff and focus on the few good times. I cant do that but if it made Tony happier then VERY WELL. I wish Tony coulda talked to Jarvis too tho... just a word... anything? Best Tony scene is Peter babbling about how he musta passed out because Tony was gone and and and and Tony just hugs him so tightly and Peters hugs back and is like :D 'this is nice'! Though that STARK contrast of them after Tony uses the gauntlet... and Peter is like 'Mr Stark... we won... we did it... no Mr Stark...' Big Simba and Mufasa feels (and kind of Hughes and Elicia tbh). Not cool Disney. I was already crying. Rhodey was the first to reach Tony and Tony couldnt say ANYTHING to anyone and Rhodey just pets his cheek... Tony was just looking around as his family just has to watch helplessly as hes dying and Pepper tells him its ok. His funeral was really nice. He recorded a message for everyone kind of like his message for Pepper on the ship. Everyone was there... I think even Harley (Im really sad we didnt see them get reunited even once). The scene with Happy and Morgan was really sweet. 'I'll buy all the cheeseburgers you want....' It was cool to because... ya know.... Jon Favreau. He got a really beautiful end. I wish he could just retire and live with Pep and Morgan... but if he had to die... that was a really lovely sendoff. SO ALL IN ALL. Awesome movie. I didnt get to see past elderly Steve passing the shield off to Sam... I'll have to rewatch it again when theres a better version. Especially for that fucking STUNNING end battle. Even with the shitty cam I watched it looked AMAZING and I cant wait for it in HD.
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Toddler Madness
Chapter Name: Park Aftermath Part: 3 Pairing: Frostiron     Rating: T Summary: Loki isn't doing too good after Bruce hulked out. But, at least Tony's there to help him out. And Tony has some important phone calls to make.
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“How are you doing?”
Tony ran his fingers through Loki's jet-black hair. He’s been doing this for at least an hour, calming the distraught Trickster. Loki’s head is against Tony’s shoulder and his fingers touching the cool metal of the reactor in Tony’s chest. The god’s breathing had evened over that time and his heart calmed too. And tony is glad for this. At least he knows that Loki is recovering from what happened earlier. Tony snorts, he has a few words for the paparazzi that had ruined the day. But that’s for another time.
“Tired, hot, and sweating,” Loki grumbled. The God is regretting his choice of clothing for the day.
“Well, you are wearing ten pounds of armor and five pounds of leather.” The inventor smirked. He can feel the snort Loki gave. “That doesn’t work well against New York heat.”
“Fury never told me what was going on. So, I had gotten battle-ready as a precaution.” The trickster grumbles bringing his hand up to fan his face.
“Okay, I’ll give you that.” Tony huffs, indeed it’s very hot out and the Stark isn’t going to complain about the other’s grouchiness. “It’s going to be a long walk back to the Tower.”
“I dread this walk.”
It’s been at least an hour and a half since the two had gotten up and started their trek back to the Tower. And over that time, they have been stopped many times. Mostly cause many people wanted to see a half-naked Stark up close. Some even got hands or tried too. Much to Loki’s annoyance. The trickster is sweating, his clothes sticking to his frame, and his head is beginning to hurt. After the fiftieth time of being stopped, the two are finally walking again. Loki leaned his body against Tony’s, he’s feeling so ill.
“The next mortal that comes up and tries to touch you, I’m ripping their arms off.” Loki hisses under his breath.
“Loki, no need to get violent.” Tony patted the Norse deity’s shoulder in a comforting manner. “I’m known for being a playboy.”
Another growl leaves Loki’s lips, nostrils flaring. “You’re mine. Playboy or not.”
“Sure, dear, sure.” Tony snorts amused.
Loki lets his eyes wander the buildings of New York. To think that he wanted to take over the planet and had destroyed this city. He can still see the slow repairs. Loki shivers, remembering what had happened to him with Thanos and the Chitauri. But with the help of the Avengers and Thor, Loki had begun to recover. Though he still fears that Thanos will come for him. But, he knows that Thor is speaking with Odin about this. That was until the thunderer turned into a toddler.
“You think the kids are okay?” Loki turns his eyes to Tony.
Tony rubbed the God’s back. “Pepper’s looking after them,” Tony noted the relaxed look of the Trickster’s face.
“My head hurts.” The green and black cladded being whined, leaning more into Tony’s frame. “I feel like I’m about to be sick.”
Tony let a small smile pull on his lips. “Heat and stress. Once we get to the Tower, you can relax and cool off.”
Loki had finished the bottled water long ago. His mouth parched, like the desert sands of the middle east. And the sun is beating New York with its heat and the Trickster is beginning to pant. Tony did his best to keep the God in the shade, but it still didn’t help. Oh, Norns, what did he do to deserve this?
“Tony!”
The inventor looked up and smiled. Oh, thank the gods, help has arrived. It’s Happy, his driver. He’s been with Tony for a while and he’s a very reliable man. The man had a bottle of water in his hands and Tony smiled big again. Finally some relief for him and the Trickster.
“Happy, you are a God sent.”
Tony called out in a please tone. Happy gave them the bottle and within a few seconds, the water is gone. They headed to the car. “Come on, RG, get in.” Tony urged the male into the car. Soon Tony and Happy hopped in.
“Step on it, Hap,” Tony called from the back.
Once at the Tower, Tony helped Loki to the elevator. The two leaned against the back wall, Loki’s head nestled in the crook of Tony’s neck. The Norse being inhaled the musty scent of the mortal and sighs. Tony smiles and runs his fingers through black hair. The elevator dings and opens to the floor. Tony walks Loki to his room and gets him settled into his bed. After getting him into more comfortable, cooler clothes. Now nestled on his green and gold bed sheets, Loki buries his head into his pillow. He’s wearing a green t-shirt and a pair of gray shorts.
“Can you see how the kids are doing?” Loki mumbles. Starting to fall asleep.
Tony shakes his head in amusement. “Yeah, I can see how they're doing?”
“Do you want me to keep an eye on Mr. Laufeyson, sir?”
The A.I.’s voice spoke up and startled Loki. Tony chuckles as Loki settles back into his bed. The inventor placed a blanket up to Loki’s waist as the Trickster yawned, nuzzling his face into his pillow. His green eyes half-hidden by his eyelids.
“Tell that voice to use my name. I don't...like...Laufeyson…” Loki’s eyes closed and soon his snoring.
“You heard him, Jar,” Tony called to the A.I. softly, not wanting to wake the sleeping god. He headed out of the room and closed the door. “And, yes, do keep an eye on him.”
“Understood, sir.”
Tony walked to the penthouse and found Pepper sitting on the sofa, holding a sleeping Peter. Or what appeared to be a sleeping Peter. Pepper looked up and smiled as Tony approached the couch. Peter lifted his head, blinked for a few moments and lay his head back down on the woman’s shoulder. Guess he’s not sleeping. Looking around Tony didn’t see the other kids. Where did they go? Playing hide and seek?
“How're the little brats?” Tony jests with a smile on his face. Making Pepper smile as well.
“Their not brats, Tony. And they're fine, napping away.” The CEO rolled her eyes, a smirk pulling on her lips. She’s used to the billionaire's way of joking. “Bruce had a hard time, though.”
Tony noted the tone in Pepper’s voice had become low. “Can’t blame him. Not after he hulked out.”
Peter lifted his head and babbled in his baby way. Whether he sensed the change in mood or noticed the dropping face, he didn’t like it. So, he wanted to change it. And what better way than to get Tony to hold him. Or get attention to be focused on him. Worked both ways.
“Hey, little guy.” Tony muses as Pepper hands the baby to him. Said baby giving a wide smile. “what ya doin?”
“Wanting you.” Pepper snorted, rubbing her nose. Something about Peter seems to help calm Tony. It’s strange, but she isn’t going to question it. Strange is the least descriptive word she’d use for today. “So, what happened?”
“Well, a package came to the tower. It was opened and everyone around it turned into toddlers. Or in Peter’s case, a baby.” Tony justered to the baby on his shoulder. Who’s happily drooling on his shirt again. Why his shirt? “Fury called Loki and that lead to a small...disagreement. After that, we took the kids to get lunch and headed to the park. But that's ruined cause of the media and Loki having an episode. Bruce than hulked out.”
Pepper nodded. At least that explained why five adults become toddlers and Peter became a baby. The redhead didn’t even question what Tony had told her. Having once dated him for a few years and being the CEO of Stark industries. She knows that strange things can happen in Tony’s presence. Tony is like a beacon for weird and strange. “And why did Loki have an episode?” Pepper asks as Tony leans against the sofa. Tony points to the TV and Pepper unmutes it. It’s about Tony, Loki, and the kids. At one point the news shows what happened at the Park. Including Loki being shoved, falling, and having an episode. And then Bruce Hulking out. Pepper looked at Tony with an unamused look. “Nevermind.”
Tony blinked and straighten up. “That reminds me...I have a few calls to make.” The billionaire startled walking to the minibar. He wasn’t there for a drink, but the phone.
“So, what we gonna do about dinner?” Pepper asks, arms dangling off the back of the sofa.
“Not a clue,” Tony called.
Pepper figured as much. With most of his team being toddlers and a baby, not much thinking has been done with the short amount of time. It’s hasn’t even been a day and shits been thrown into the deep end. Loki’s out of commission for the rest of the day. When he has his episodes of flashbacks, he tends to sleep for at least twelve hours or more. Loki’s a light sleeper, but with his flashbacks, he falls into a deep sleep. So the God of Mischief is a no-go for now. Pepper spots Peter falling asleep on Tony’s shoulder and smiles. That baby spider is cute, she’ll admit to herself.
“I think it’s time Peter has a nap.”
Tony looked at the infant on his shoulder and mentally agreed with Pepper. The little spider child is drooling on his shirt, half his fist tucked into his mouth. Why do his shirts end up with baby drool? What about his clothes attracts babies to drool all over them? Tony’s not complaining about it, but it’s a bit annoying feeling your shirt wet with saliva. Looking up, Tony saw Pepper standing up and walking over to him. She held out her arms and he understood what she means.
“Yeah, he’s about to hit the snooze button.” Tony passes Peter to the redhead, though the kid does give a little whine of protest. “Relax buddy, I’ll see you at dinner.”
“Still haven’t figured what we’ll do,” Pepper interjected with a knowing look.
“Yeah...still working on that.” Tony mumbles.
But, first, a few phone calls need to be made. And maybe a drink.
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Body & Soul: The Endgame Fix Part 2: Cold Dreams
Summary: What happened to the real Natasha Romanoff. From Natasha's point of view, starting on Friday, July 6, 2018, seven weeks after the snap and almost four weeks since the Avengers killed Thanos on Titan II, "the Garden."
The last thing she remembered was Steve forgetting his gate passcode and having to be let in. He’d just moved out of the Avengers Compound to set up his apartment down in New York City, well, Brooklyn, and he said he’d lost his cheat sheet. She’d buzzed him in and continued with her planning session as Okoye argued to form a policing consortium to function independently from the World Council. They’d discussed it for another half hour before ending the video conference call. She should have known it wasn’t Steve when she found him puttering around the kitchen, fixing her tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. She’d been impressed he’d learned how to open a can and apply heat without burning the place down. They’d sat down across from each other at the kitchen table and chatted about what he was doing with setting up the survivors’ support group and getting the apartment furnished. She’d dipped her sandwich in the soup, and he’d thought that was cute. She’d taken two more bites and realized something was wrong when her vision blurred, and she couldn’t keep her head up. Steve had eased her out of the chair and onto the floor, but when she looked up and tried to focus, Natasha had seen her own face leaning over her.
The dreams never seemed to end. They weren’t all the same, but there were certain ones that seemed to be a variation on a theme. The interrogation ones were her favorites. In the old ones, she was in a chair and some pompous general was giving her all kinds of details about his operation or she’d collared some jerk who needed to be threatened into doing the smart thing. At other times, she was the secret interrogator probing her mark for information or manipulating him to do what they wanted. There was this one guy she’d been assigned to after Fury pulled her off Coulson’s team. He was a scientist. Pleasantly easy on the eyes and incredibly smart. Not just book smart either. The guy had a knack for making it across borders undetected and disappearing for months before anyone could catch up to him. He’d given S.H.I.E.L.D. the slip twice—once in Egypt and then in Vancouver—before she caught up with him in Windsor and followed him across the border into Detroit. She’d felt a connection to him the moment she read his file. He wanted to be good and balance out the harm he felt he’d done. He scared her shitless once, but he made her happy, too. Where was he? Why couldn’t she focus? Had he left her again? Take me with you. Please take me with you!
The new dreams always involved someone asking her questions or telling her to remember details about people or places. She didn’t have to speak. All the person asked her to do was think about the answer or the memories. She imagined she was looking at herself, but upside down a few times, but man, her hair looked like shit. “Tell me what you think of him,” the other her had demanded and pointed to a monitor with a picture of someone she loved.
“I miss him. We were going to leave together, but he thought he needed to protect me, so he left by himself. Then he just came back. We worked it out. We just needed a little space to know what we meant to each other. We held hands almost the whole way to Wakanda, and neither of us could quite quit smiling. We held each other the whole way back after we failed. We both survived. We just needed a little more time together. He’s a good person. His kisses are so incredible. He loves me. He’ll be back from Virginia Monday. We were going to make plans.”
“Shit.” There was a long pause. “He meant something really important to you. I suppose that’s why I’m here.”
For some reason, it felt like her heart was in her throat, and she sobbed, “Bruce and I are leaving together. I made him Hulk out on purpose, but he said he understood. He forgave me.” The cold feeling crept up on her. “Where is he? I want to see him.”
She dreamed of waking up with him in the spare room at the Barton farm. She was nestled beside him with her head on his shoulder. They talked about finding a place of their own with a little land around it and room for a garden, maybe some roses. They didn’t need to make a lot of plans. They’d see what happened between them and go from there. There were so many kids without parents now. Maybe they could do something about that?
“What do you think of this?” A picture of Hulk appeared in front of her, but something was off.
“Hulk doesn’t wear glasses. Bruce wears glasses. The dork. My dork.” Nat almost giggled. That was weird, and she felt almost giddy. “His eyes are Bruce’s too. Do they both have his brown eyes now? Hulk’s haven’t been just green for years, not unless he’s really, really angry, and then they almost glow. This guy isn’t angry. He’s kind of familiar.”
“Would you talk to him if he wanted to talk to you?”
“Of course, but I’m not sure who he is. He looks happy though. I’d talk to him. I’d talk to Hulk if that’s who he is.” She felt so lightheaded.
“Then I’ll have to.” The other Natasha came closer and took off her glove. “I’m sorry. I’m going to have to take a little more today. I know you won’t understand this, but I have to fit in here if my people are going to survive. You isolated yourself and did most of my job in the beginning for me. That was a stroke of luck. However, I can only learn so much from the files. I have to imprint on you to know and feel enough to pass for you. Unfortunately, every time I take an imprint from you, I risk losing myself in your identity like . . . what do you call them here? A sleeper agent. Sometimes my kind does that on purpose and trusts that at the right time, the right signs will come, and they’ll remember who they are. I’m afraid I’ll forget you’re here if I go too deep. I don’t think that’s right. It’s just not ethical if it’s not necessary.” There was a long pause where her fate hung in the balance. “I’ll tell you what, Natasha, I’m going to be sporting about this. If I don’t come back every 14 days to check on you and hit the reset, I’m putting in the order for the chamber to release you. That’s fair, isn’t it?” She’d nodded groggily. “Okay, that’s our deal then. Go back to sleep now, my beautiful dreamer.” She felt a cool hand rest on her forehead and drifted off. Please, no. Please. . .
Natasha drifted for a while. She wandered the marble and mahogany halls of the mansion she’d been raised in during one of her lifetimes. The former spy walked the corridors for days without meeting anyone. Then, she was late for the ballet class, and she had no toe shoes with her. Madame would beat her! She was looking everywhere for them. There was a roar behind her and she ran for her life. She’d made him a promise: she would get him off the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, and he would live his life. She would watch over him from a distance as she had for years in British Columbia, in Detroit, in Virginia, in Kolkata. He would walk away and be free. No one would put him in a cage. Not Ross. Not AIM. Not Hydra. Not even S.H.I.E.L.D. She swore on her life. “YOUR LIFE!” Bruce!  His name was Bruce, and they were going to leave together as soon as the world quit burning and blowing away like dust in a whirlwind.
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Best comics of 2018?
A handful of disqualifications up front: since they’re just beginning, I’m not counting Electric Warriors, Martian Manhunter, The Green Lantern (though Evil Star explaining his name in #2 might be my favorite moment in comics this year), Ironheart, DIE, Shazam!, Killmonger, The Batman Who Laughs, or Miles Morales: Spider-Man, all of which almost certainly would have ended up somewhere in here with some more time. Additionally, I switched to a new online pull list system in March, so I don’t have a list of what I got before then - if I’m forgetting about something great that came out early this year, there’s a good chance that would be why.
Honorary Mentions: While there were plenty of comics I was happy to keep up with, a number stood out as exemplary examples of straight-take relatively traditional capeshit: Scott Snyder, James Tynion IV and companies’ Justice League, Steve Orlando’s Justice League of America (which would probably go among the best of the best if the art was a bit more consistent or the lineup more to my personal tastes), Brian Bendis and Nick Derington’s Batman work in the Walmart 100-Page Giants, Donny Cates’ Thanos and Doctor Strange work (the latter might not have quite made it, but that last issue with Irving and Zdarsky was gangbusters), Steve Orlando’s brief Wonder Woman run with Laura Braga, ACO, and Raul Allen, Tim Seeley’s Green Lanterns, Nnedi Okorafor and Leonardo Romero’s Shuri, Robert Vendetti and Bryan Hitch’s Hawkman, Saladin Ahmed, Javier Rodriguez, Rod Reis, Dario Brizuela, and Joe Quinones’s Exiles, Captain America by both the Mark Waid/Chris Samnee team and the current Ta-Nehisi Coates/Lenil Francis Yu lineup, Dan Slott and Valerio Schiti’s Tony Stark: Iron Man when it’s committed solely to being a superhero comic and not Dan Slott trying to be Contemporary, Brian Bendis, Patrick Gleason, Yanick Paquette, and Ryan Sook’s Action Comics, and Kelly Thompson and Stefano Caselli’s West Coast Avengers. 
On the slightly different side of things, Steve Orlando and Giovanni Timpano showed how you do an intercompany crossover right with The Shadow/Batman, Max Bemis’s Moon Knight while not living up to all it could have been - and likely to age poorly - had moments of truly bizarre grace, Saga was Saga even if I’ve lost the plot, Ahmed and Christian Ward’s Black Bolt concluded as well as we all might have hoped, Warren Ellis and Jon Davis-Hunt’s The Wild Storm continued to build up steam in its own fascinating style, Doomsday Clock remains utterly captivating in spite of itself, and Tom Peyer and Jamal Igle’s The Wrong Earth is making the most of a deceptively tough premise. On the one-off end, Chip Zdarsky and Declan Shalvey’s Marvel Two-In-One Annual is an essentially perfect off-kilter Doom/Richards story, Action Comics #1000 had no chance of living up to all it needed to be but was largely a great set of Superman stories regardless, and while the remainder of the miniseries has thus far been fine, Tim Seeley and Carlos Villa’s first issue of Shatterstar was a strange, special delight.
My Favorite Comics of 2018
Rock Candy Mountain: Technically Jackson - the rail-rider who can beat Any One Man in a fistfight - reached the end of his journey for hobo heaven this year, and flat-out, every Kyle Starks comic is a perfect one. This is a book where the first issue has a dude beating ass with a beautiful savagery that leaves an awestruck onlooker declaring “He’s got punch diarrhea and their faces are the toilet bowl”, and by the end it built up to one of the most moving climaxes of the year. It’s a comic about fallen men finding redemption in friendship and in dreams, and also there’s a cage fighter who calls himself Hundred Cats because it would be really hard to fight a hundred cats.
Dark Knights: Metal: This is the final, perfected form of traditional Event Comic Bullshit. Everything good about Snyder, Capullo, Glapion, and Plascencia’s Batman post-Court Of Owls is retooled and reenergized to fit the scale of a Crisis event, everything that I would have considered to be a weakness regarding their partnership either burned away or placed in a context where it becomes a strength. This is the Morrison approach to the DCU rightfully ascendant and presented in a form even more fit for mass consumption, and manages to live up to being the first classic-style, large-scale DC event comic in almost a decade - Marvel may blow its own load every six months until it’s simply got nothing to offer anymore, but DC waited until they really and truly had something, and that something was bloodsoaked magic.
Peter Parker: The Spectacular Spider-Man (by Chip Zdarsky and assorted artists): I actually wavered a bit on whether this belonged in the best of the best as a whole; most of the issues this year were definitely very good (regarding Zdarsky’s run specifically, I haven’t checked out the Spider-Geddon tie-in stuff), but more on the honorary mention end of the scale. Ultimately however, the Amazing Fantasy arc and #310 are Spider-Man comics I’m going to be coming back to for years to come - the latter is going to end up in every ‘Best Spider-Man Stories Ever’ softcover from now until the end of time - and they tipped the scales.
Batman: Very much in the same boat as Spidey above; a lot of this year didn’t do it for me in the same way as this run has in the past, but The Best Man is the best thing anyone’s done with Joker since Morrison, the ‘wedding issue’ itself worked really well for me, Cold Days made a premise that’s often stymied creators work as well as people have always wanted it to, and the Dick team-up issue was a perfect little summation of a relationship, nevermind how much this year succeeded in getting me hyped up for things to come.
The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl: This is one of those comics where it’s so consistently good in such a specific, quiet way that people stop talking about it, but for real, this has never not in the top five or six things Marvel is publishing at any given time for as long as it’s been around. Erica Henderson leaving right before hitting the Kraven story that had been building literally since its first issue 3 years earlier could have been disastrous, but North and new artist Derek Charm manage to hit their own rhythm and continue delivering one of the funniest, cleverest, most sincere superbooks on the stands every month.
Mister Miracle: Yeah, it really was that good.
The Immortal Hulk: So is this, and if I have to name a single best comic of the year, this has probably gotta be it. Al Ewing’s been Marvel’s best creator for a long, long time, and putting him and Joe Bennett (who holy moley, I don’t think anyone would have guessed had this in him) on a tentpole character Ewing’s got genuine reverence for worked out even better than a fanboy like me might have expected. It’s sublime horror, it’s perfect Marvel comics continuity bullshit, and if the superhero is at heart a morality fable, this is very much a soul-searing apex of the genre as it speaks of how we can all go wrong.
Eternity Girl: …or maybe this is the best? It’s probably gotta be this, Hulk, or Miracle. Mister Miracle’s where the comparison really becomes clear, as they’re both books way out on the fringes of the DCU dealing with a character grappling with depression amidst the mundanity of their cyclical existence. However, as perfectly constructed and rawly human as Mister Miracle is, this hits a lot more of my own buttons and expresses its own brand of more surreal emotional authenticity, and rather than the expected and beautiful next step of a pair of already-acclaimed creators with an established partnership, this was a shock coming out party for Visaggio and Liew, who do things stylistically just as odd to see in a DC Comic as anything King and Gerads came up with. It seemed to sail under the radar for readers but also seems to be racking up awards, and I hope this’ll attain the reputation it deserves in years to come.
Ice Cream Man: Likely the respectable fourth place to the three above, while I can’t quite sing its praises in quite the same way when it’s playing so hard-to-get that I can’t quite put a pin in what it’s ultimately about, oh my GOD this is as good as gut-punch horror gets. Not simply grody shock-value stuff, but pit-of-your-stomach-everything-in-the-world-hates-you-and-you-were-wrong-to-ever-believe-in-love shit that’ll rattle your bones and fuck you up good. Not usually a horror guy myself, but this is an essentially perfect comic.
The Man Of Steel: Screw all y’all, this kicked ass and after how hard the Rebirth books blew it - Jon and the new status quo were both excellent, Tomasi had good bits here and there alongside some quality fill-in teams, but those books were still aaaaaaaaaaassssss - this is exactly the fresh start Superman’s needed for years. Granted the Fabok interstitials had some wonky pacing, but this was on-point and insightful for Superman as a character, exciting as hell, and has thus far led to nothing but more good comics as far as I’m concerned.
Milk Wars: Did the various tie-ins live up to the bookends? Nah, though the Shade/Wonder Woman story was pretty good. But those bookends? Friends, those books were AAA+ sup-per-he-ro-bull-SHIT, and while I was initially let down because it seemed as though it would have Superman in a major role and then didn’t, this is even more of an apotheosis of the Morrison approach to the genre than Metal. ACO is ACO, Eaglesham slaughtered it, and Orlando and Way should be as joined at the hip as cowriters as Abbnett and Lanning used to be. This is a gold standard for strange, edgy, colorful, wondrous, fucked-up superhero comics, and there should be a million more like it every day.
Justice League (by Christopher Priest and assorted artists, primarily Pete Woods): On the exact opposite end of the scale, while I don’t think I can say I enjoyed this book as much as the current Snyder-helmed gonzo cosmic adventures, I absolutely feel this was the better of the two. More importantly, this run is the successful version of what just about every other Justice League comic of the past 15 years has been trying and failing to be as the post-Authority, post-Ultimates, post-Civil War take on the concept. It’s as smart and atmospheric and bold as a book like Justice League ever CAN be, building its exploration of the conceptual stress points of the team around one and two-part adventures and clever character dynamics, illustrating an interesting new take on how to handle the main team book with the power players: taking their ability to handle physical threats as a relative given, a structural conceit acting as a delivery mechanism for the politics and people in play. It hardly breaks new ground in terms of redefining the superhero concept, but it’s as far as they’ve gone with the marquis characters without ending in disaster, and it’s an approach I’d love to see more often applied to this scale.
Superman: Walmart 100 Page Giant (by Tom King and Andy Kubert): Of all the places for King to do a regular Superman comic, huh? Still, we’d already seen what he’d done in that Batman two-parter and Action #1000, so I’m more than willing to take what we can get (even if most are going to have to wait for this to come out in trade). There have been four installments so far: the first is the sort of stage-setting that’s common to this type of long-form arc but with a distinctly different atmosphere than how this is typically done with the character, evoking a sort of Miller-tinged Golden Age flavor connecting Superman back down to Earth before throwing him into the stars. The third is a great Fuck Yeah Superman Doin’ Superman Shit throwdown that gives Kubert a chance to shine. The fourth and most recent is haunting, inspired, moving, and tight as a drum. And the second begins as the worst-case scenario of Tom King doing a Superman comic, and ends as likely my favorite Superman story of the last 5 years. If it continues in its current direction, Superman: Up In The Sky is almost certainly going to be a perennial people are going to rank among the best Superman stories of all time for decades to come, and everything I’d want out of this team tackling my favorite character.
Detective Comics (by James Tynion IV and assorted artists): I’m honestly surprised at myself for putting this here, but I just have to hand it to this run - which had to go quite a ways to win me over, between its opening gambit with Batwoman’s status quo and centering the whole thing around my least-favorite Robin (even if it won me over to him over time) - as basically being the platonic form of Dang Good Superhero Comics. Not boundary-pushing, not the sort of thing you’ll remember in 20 years, but just really fun, exciting, good-looking, slick, character-driven adventures building on themselves into the logical culmination of 21st century popular Batman stories. This is Batman 101, but in a good way, and I honestly think that on reflection it’s gonna hold together better as a Batman run than its immediate predecessor in Snyder/Capullo.
You Are Deadpool: This is the smartest, funniest, most inventive big two comic of the year and even if you’re so tired of Deadpool that your skull bones are threatening to suddenly contract and spear your brain in an attempt at saving your weary soul from the prospect of seeing any more of him, you should get this.
Superman (by Brian Bendis and Ivan Reis): I noted Action Comics among the honorable mentions, as while it’s a dang good comic that I enjoy a great deal - and Ryan Sook may well have established himself as my ideal modern Superman artist - it’s very much the best possible version of *exactly* what you’d expect from Brian Bendis doing Superman. This, on the other hand, feels like Bendis stretching himself to do something truly different in a way he hasn’t in years, and the results are stunning. I won’t pretend Rogol Zaar has amounted to much of anything as of yet, but Bendis has acclimated to the realm of Cosmic Superman Punch-Ups in a way no one could have reasonably seen coming; he’s managed to sidestep his usual issues by anchoring each issue in a crazy setpiece and a single perfect Superman character moment, and Reis is doing work here than can unquestionably stand alongside his Sinestro Corps War heyday. Whether it’s #1 having Superman fight an astro-goilla in the middle of a questioning on his responsibilities to humanity, #4 going full Shonen in the best possible way with probably my favorite fight scene of the year, or #6′s storybook mythmaking building to the best, cruelest needle in the balloon possible, or the consistent delightful fucking with Adam Strange, every issue here has something I didn’t know I badly wanted to see, and damn if that isn’t exactly what I want in my Superman stuff.
Assorted one-offs: Along with the major arcs and runs, we’ve got stuff like the Thanos Annual and DC Nuclear Winter Special, as good as anthologies of this kind get. T-shirt Superman got one last ride under Morrison in the Sideways Annual, fighting his way out from under the wreckage of a weird DiDio book to get exactly the sendoff he deserved. The Injustice 2 Annual, of all things, was a perfect piece of bittersweet character work. Invincible #144 satisfyingly closed out The Best Superhero Comic In The Universe by essentially also doing Invincible #145-500 or so, putting this often tumultuous title to bed with the dignity it had earned. And finally, Slott and Marcos Martin’s The Amazing Spider-Man #801 was a perfect minor mediation not even on the title character so much as the basic moral appeal of the genre as a whole.
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