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Inevitable - Peter Parker

welcome to my next blurb. I saw endgame the night it came out and it was awesome, so 10/10 recommend.  this blurb does not contain spoilers other than the gif above and the context of it, so if you do not know what I'm referring to, do not read unless you want slight spoilers.  otherwise, I am going to avoid as much/all that I can.

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You sat with those who remained, staring blankly and emptily at the screens around you, and you felt like you were going to throw up yet again.

Since it had all happened, and you loved ones were dusted, you felt yourself getting sick over and over to the point where you were sure that you were going to have permanent repercussions from it.  

Thor wouldn’t talk much to you, or the others for the matter, and felt more alone than ever in your life. 

Your supersuit was laying next to you on the counter, looking like a crumpled pile of material, still ratty and stained with blood and dirt from the battle on Wakanda, and even though it has been days since, you haven’t put it on since.  It reminded you of how powerless you truly were, even with your powers.  

“We’ve lost all of our friends.”  A voice croaked that you didn’t really recognize or care to figure out who said it.

Your eyes remained on the image of Peter, smiling slightly at the camera, spinning around the room in the stupid technology that Tony had created.  Tony, who was also missing, whether that meant dusted or simply in another universe, realm, or anywhere in between.  You had hopes in your heart that Peter was out there somewhere, just lost or undercover for reasons unknown. 

“(Y/N)?”  Rhodey asked you as he sat down on the bench next to you, placing an arm around you.  “When was the last time you’ve eaten?”  He asked you worriedly.  

With a dull and indifferent expression, you shook your head.  It was not a proper answer, but he knew what that meant.  With a small sigh, he stood, walking to the kitchen attached to the meeting room you sat in.  “Starving yourself won’t bring them back.”  He reminded you and you pressed your eyes shut.  

Your voice cracked as you tried to speak for the first time in probably two days, “But it might let me join him,” you told Rhodey as the other’s eyes fell upon you. 

“(Y/N), we are going to fix this.”  Natasha told you, but her eyes were saying different.  All of you had a lack of hope, but they were just trying to make you, the youngest, feel better.

With a quivering lip, you shook your head.  “Peter should be here.  He is of much more help than me.  It should have been me,” you told all of your companions as tears fell from your eyes.  Strangely enough, this was the first time you had cried since it all happened, and you had an aching suspicion it was because it was finally setting into your mind.  

Steve, who was otherwise quiet, looked up at you with a slightly angry expression.  “You can’t say that,” he snapped at you and stood, marching to you and pulling you up by your arm.  He pulled you to a window, pointing out to everything, but it was black and white to you.  “They are out there.  Waiting for us.  We are the Avengers, and we have to avenge them, and we can’t if more of us just die out of hopelessness,” he insisted to you and watched as your eyes fell to the ground pathetically.  

As a sob ripped through your chest, you cowered against Steve, pressing your palms to your eyes and crying loudly against him.  Carefully, he wrapped his arms around you and let you get all your emotions out.  “I never was able to tell Peter that I loved him,” you cried to Steve as he moved to push you down into a chair, allowing you to sit.  Rhodey handed you a glass of water and a pack of Poptarts, which were actually Thor’s, and you simply set them down on the side table next to you and put your head in your hands as your tears slowed. 

“God help me, if you don’t eat those Poptarts I am going to force them down your throat,” Rhodey threatened, rather uncharacteristically like him, and you sighed heavily.  “Stop moping around and actually help us come up with an idea to get Peter and the rest of them back.  Nothing is going to happen if you throw a fit.”  He told you with the most tough love you have been given in a long time, and with a shaky sigh, you nodded.

Slowly, you grabbed the water and sipped it and you failed to realize how thirsty you were until this moment.  “Okay.  What’s the plan, then?”  You asked and stood, just to about burst through the ceiling in a fright. 

“Where’s Fury?” 

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I AM IRON MAN.

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CHARACTER BIO: BUCKY BARNES / WINTER SOLDIER

>>> “where’s the fight?”

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“You alright?” “Always.”

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the start and end of an era

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ow

pre-serum steve

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My sweet Loki

Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth on set in Brisbane, Australia, filming Thor:Ragnarok, on August 22, 2016.

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Home - Bucky Barnes

welcome to my next bucky blurb. 

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word count:  1,203

Home was a foreign concept to you for the longest time.  Actually, for as long as you could remember, you had no idea what a true home was.  You grew up orphaned, moving from empty house to empty house, until you met Maria Hill.  She knew of you before you knew of her, and she hid you from the world as you had known it then.

Maria had become close to you, almost like a big sister, and you credited your good heart to her.  She took you in, allowing you to live with her, and introduced you to many new people who you would have otherwise never have known.  You became an agent of Nick Fury’s SHIELD, abilities and all, and you weren’t seen as a freak anymore.

Despite having more people around you than ever before, you never were able to shake the lonely feeling you held so often.

That was the case until you met Bucky.

He had pained eyes, much like your own, and you were drawn to him like never before.  At first, it was obvious he had no interest in conversing with you.  In fact, he made it rather obvious when he ignored you as you spoke to him or greeted him, or when you would smile and he would simply stare.  It was awkward, to say the least, but you went with it regardless.  

Over time, however, Bucky began reaching out to you as you reached out less and less.  As he passed you, he would nod, or mutter a small “hi”, but it meant the world. 

Before long, you were developing casual conversations with one another over coffee, or during training, but the conversations quickly progressed to something greater and more terrifying than could be imagined.  

Casual conversation became quiet conversation lasting nights at a time, and you would sit at a table, talking, until the sun rose again, not once yawning or wishing to be in bed.  Bucky supplied you with an energy that you found to be interesting, and soon enough, you were by his side every moment you were able.

You became close to the point where it was rather obvious that you had feelings for one another, but it was just ignored. 

With a small smile on your lips, you sat across from Bucky at a table in a small bistro, cutting apart a piece of crepe as you told him a story from your childhood.  “No joke, after that, I fled the scene.  I was running away until Maria found me,” you told him and a small snicker escaped from your lips as Bucky looked at you incredulously. 

“You act so casual about that,” he teased you as he sipped his drink, his eyes so interested in everything you did.  

You hummed, sipping your own drink, and set your silverware down.  “What about you, Buck?  Do you remember much?”  You asked him quietly as you leaned forward and rested your elbows on the table.

Instantly, Bucky looked away, and the smile on his face faded.  You knew he didn’t like talking about his past, but you were so close to him, that you knew he could never be angry with you for being curious.  

Bucky picked at his food, pulling it apart and focused his eyes on that as he spoke.  “I do not remember a whole lot of my life before.”  He told you ambiguously, but you knew exactly what he meant.  “Although, I have been remembering more lately.  But, with that comes more and more memories of the after.”  He muttered bitterly and made a face you did not quite recognize.  

Quickly, you reached across the table, placing your hand on his own.  He looked up, both relaxed but uncomfortable with the affection, and he gave you a small and pathetic smile.  “You don’t have to talk about it.  Or think about it,” you told him reassuringly and let go, sitting back in your chair. 

Bucky nodded lightly but sighed.  “Sometimes I wish I did not remember a single thing.  Or never forgot anything.  That way I wouldn’t have to relive it slowly as my mind decides to acknowledge it.”  He murmured and looked up to you finally, his cold blue eyes aching. 

A sad smile formed on your lips as you placed cash onto the table from your pocket and stood.  “Let’s go somewhere more private, yeah?”  You asked him quietly and nodded down the street.  

Bucky and you walked in silence towards your apartment, not bothering to continue with the conversation until you were truly in private, where other ears could listen in.  

Before long, you pushed the door of your apartment closed behind Bucky and yourself, and hung your jacket on one of the hooks by the door.  By the time you turned, Bucky was already seated on your couch with his head in his hands.  “I didn’t mean to put you in a bad state of mind, Bucky.”  You murmured sadly as you moved to sit on the other side of the couch as him.  His eyes flashed up to you and before hde could speak, you continued.  “You are just the closest person to me in this entire world and it give me comfort to know you well, too.  I know there is not a whole lot you know for yourself, but I just get curious and I am sorry, Buck.”  You told him sincerely and sadly as you ducked your head, wanting to look away from his watchful eyes.  

As you looked away, a small, solemn smile formed on his lips as he reached out to you, grabbing your upper arm and pulling you against him, into his side.  His real arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you in place, and he glanced down to you.  “You, of all people, know that you do not need to apologize to me for anything.”  Bucky told you. 

Bucky was not one to physical with you, but this touch, holding you close under his arm, meant more to you than you could describe.  “I know.”  You told him in a mousy voice and smiled lightly.  “I still feel bad.”  You added and watched as he tolled his eyes at you. 

“Well, don’t.”  He said stubbornly and squeezed your arm lightly.  “I’m fine.  I am always fine.”   He assured you and gave you a faint smile, causing a sad smile to form on your own lips.  

With a small huff, you leaned your head against him.  “You don’t have to be.”  You told him honestly.  “Not with me, anyways.  It is okay not to be okay.”  You murmured to him honestly and looked up at him. 

He was staring down at you, a loving look that was oddly unfamiliar on his face.  “If I am with you, then I am okay.  When you are here, it is like I am home again.  All those years ago.  You feel like home.”  He admitted to you with a flushed face. 

Your own face felt hot as you smiled and gave a small, content sigh.  “I know what you mean, Bucky.  As long as you are there, home is anywhere.” 

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Robert Downey Jr. at the Avengers: Endgame Red Carpet World Premiere

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At long last is lasting a little long, boys.

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Your Fault - Steve Rogers

welcome to my next steve blurb! 

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word count: 1,392

In the lower east side of Brooklyn, there was a small apartment building, only three floors with four apartments on each level.  It was an old building that had been renovated within the last twelve years, and you loved living there.  In fact, it was your favorite place you had ever lived in your long history of jumping towns.

After you had fallen onto Tony Stark’s radar, you soon became a member of the team.  In fact, you did not fight it in the least bit when it was offered.  It was an offer of refuge, where you could be normal.

At the time, you lived in a small town in Ireland, but Tony quickly moved you closer to the majority of the team by purchasing you an apartment, right next to fellow member of the team, Steve Rogers.

Initially, you did not speak to neither Steve, nor the other neighbors, very much at all.  Over time, you had found that the loneliness and lack of family had affected both you and Steve so greatly, and it led to you often finding refuge and familiarness with one another, whether it was playing an old board game together or simply sitting in a silent room with one another. 

After you became close, it did not take too long for you to fall in love with Steve.  

It was a mix of being so similar and the fact that he was so polite and charming, yet funny all the same, that made you fall in love with him so quickly.  Whenever his hand brushed yours at dinner or on the couch when watching a movie, you always felt a warm sensation run up your arm and land in the pit of your stomach.  

Falling in love with Steve was rather similar to skydiving.  At first, you’re scared.  Next, you’re trying to turn back and stop.  Then, you’re accepting the fact that it is going to happen.  Finally, its the best feeling in the world when you are out of that airplane and free.  

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You walked up the steps towards your apartment with a bag of groceries in your arms, you could hear shouting as you made it to the second floor.  Curious, you continued to climb the stairs, and the shouting got louder and louder the closer you got to your floor.  You noticed it was coming from Steve’s apartment and as you reach the top of the stairs, across from his door, you hesitated, listening.  

“Next time, don’t invite a woman over for dinner if there’s another on your mind!”  A shrill voice shouted as his door flung open and you stepped aside quickly as a blazing redhead in a pale purple dress stomped by you with anger all over her face.

You stood there, speechless, as Steve came to the door of his apartment, looking beaten, battered, and red in the face.  As his eyes landed on you, they became angry.  

You stepped towards you door but not before hesitating.  “Is everything okay?” You asked Steve quietly and awkwardly and immediately, upon the look you received, you regretted it tenfold.  

Steve, stepping out of his doorway and towards you as you struggled to find your key in your bag, looked more menacing than ever.  “No, actually.  Nothing is okay.  Nothing is okay because of you.”  He hissed.  Steve wasn’t the one to shout at women but you could tell by his tone that he wanted to very badly in this moment.  What had you even done?

As you processed his words, you finally found your keys and turned your back to him as you unlocked the door.  You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.  “Well, if you want to talk, you know where I am.”  You said quickly, ignoring his words and as you stepped into your apartment, you moved to close your door on him, but his hand caught it in time and forced it open.  

“I do, actually.”  Steve snapped and you almost whimpered at his words.  Why was he so cross with you?  He’s only ever been angry with you when you ate his leftover Chinese food one night.  This was on a whole new level.  

With a deep breath, you nodded and walked to the kitchen, setting the large paper bag of groceries onto your counter and leaning against it, finding that Steve had followed you and was a mere foot or two away from you.  “What happened?”  You decided to ask to begin the conversation that you did not want to have.  You had to admit, though, you were curious as to how it was your fault that a woman stormed out of his apartment.  

Steve was almost shaking with anger and he didn’t speak.  Then, he closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and took a long, deep breath and let it out slowly.  Then, he looked at you with irritated, emotional eyes.  “That woman who left… She left because I called her your name.”  Steve muttered quietly and you were almost too shocked to speak.  His face was red and he looked away from you.  

But you had to.  “What… What were you doing?”  You asked carefully as a knot formed in your stomach.  He wouldn’t call your name during sex. Would he?

With a blush, Steve looked away.  “Nothing horrible.”  He said indignantly and by the look on your face, he knew he was not going to get away with it that easily.  He sighed and shifted so uncomfortably.  “She was kissing my neck.  And it felt amazing, but your name came out of my mouth instead of hers.”  Steve explained quietly without looking at you and your heart felt like it was beating a million miles a minute.  

There was a part of you that just wished that Steve would tell you what all of this mean because the anxiety of it was causing your stomach to hurt.  It was actually frightening to you to face your fear like this, with no preparation whatsoever.  “You wanted it to be me, kissing your neck, instead of her?”  You asked redundantly and slowly, but you just wanted to be completely sure.  Was Steve saying what you thought he was?

Indignantly, Steve looked at his feet and he continued to shift under your gaze.  “Are you really going to make me say it again?”  Steve murmured.

Quietly, you laughed, and shook your head in disbelief.  “You just had to say something.”  You told Steve and closed the small gap between the two of you, placing your hand on his shoulder and standing on your toes to place a gentle but lingering kiss on the smooth skin of his neck.  When you pulled away, Steve’s face was fire red and you could tell he didn’t know what to do.  “Between the two of us, I’d rather have you doing anything of that sort with me than anyone else.”  You murmured to Steve, who held a simply awestruck look on his face.

He swallowed hard and your body felt that fire.  Except, instead of in your stomach, it was everywhere in your body.  “You see me like that?”  He asked you so softly that you almost misheard him.

It was your turn to blush.  “I’d like to see you in every way, but yes, I like you Steve.  A great bit, actually.”  You told him sheepishly as you stepped back, returning to your spot leaning against your kitchen counter.

For a long moment, Steve was silent as he thought.  Then, he looked up to you, a smile on his lips.  “Would you mind if I kissed you, then?”  He asked you kindly and you giggled softly.

“You never have to ask that, Steve.”  You murmured as he smiled wider, taking your hand and pulling you towards him, where he place both hands on your waist and leaned down, kissing you fully and sweetly.  

Once you pulled away, the smile on your face was resilient.  “By the way, it was not my fault.  It could have been avoidable if you would have said something.”  You teased Steve, who blushed at the thought of the whole ordeal, and you snickered to yourself, covering your mouth to hide it.  

At last, you had made it out of the airplane.

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Bucky, remembering all of Steve’s reckless endeavors: Steve gives off a lot of B.D.E.

Steve: Thanks-

Bucky: Big dumbass energy.

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dad

Bring me, Thanos! —Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

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#if you have a bucky you never have to open a door again

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He stole my heart!!!

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wardrobe appreciation:

marvel → bucky barnes