#Hawkeye

[marella-moon]

"♫Suicide is Painless...♫" 🍸

[kill-me-off]

Can’t believe Hawkeye Yelena is the same girl I just watched execute two people in the Thunderbolts trailer

#besties mayhaps

[whoops-im-obsessed]

'radar was like hawkeye's kid' 'radar was like hawkeye's little brother' WRONG radar was the younger cousin who followed hawkeye and trapper around at the family gathering and they made him do loads of weird shit bc he just fully trusted whatever they said and it was funny as fuck

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Maria: I’m a lesbian and I haven’t even made out with a girl yet.

Clint: So you’re a woman who’s attracted to women with no women attracted to you? Damn, you really putting the L in LGBT.

[why-i-love-comics]

Venom War: It's Jeff! #1 (2024)

written by Kelly Thompson art by Gurihiru

[chaxan08]

*Kate and Cassie sitting in jail together*

Cassie: Alright, so who are we calling?

Kate: I'd suggest Yelena, but honestly, I feel safer in jail.

[cece693]

tony stark x male reader who’s kinda shy and quiet but crazy good at math and science and all those equations. something fluffy and cute thank youuuuuuu

Brilliant (Tony Stark x M! Reader)

Announcement: for those who have been following my Velvet Ring trilogy fic, I've created an AO3 account where I intend to flesh out the story. Here's the link! Also, since I'm not smart myself, I didn't go in-depth about science and calculations, so forgive me :(

Tony Stark was many things: a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist—but being in a committed relationship? That wasn’t exactly the headline he wanted plastered all over the news. Not because he was ashamed—far from it—but because Tony had learned the hard way that the world had a way of ruining what mattered most. And you? You mattered more than anything.

You were everything Tony wasn’t—quiet, thoughtful, reserved. While Tony thrived in the spotlight, you thrived in the solace of your work, diving deep into equations and theories that would leave most people with a headache. You were a prodigy in your own right, a quiet storm of brilliance and ingenuity. The kind of man who didn’t seek recognition, only results. Tony couldn’t help but admire that about you—and, though he’d never admit it out loud, you kept him grounded in a way no one else could.

Tonight, you were sprawled out on the couch in your shared apartment, wearing a faded hoodie and sweatpants you’d stolen from Tony long ago. A notebook rested on your lap, filled with scribbled formulas and diagrams. The room was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of your pen against paper.

The sound of the front door opening broke your focus. Tony stepped inside, tie loosened and suit jacket draped over his arm. He looked tired, but his eyes lit up when they landed on you.

“Hey, handsome,” he greeted, his voice warm as he crossed the room. “What did I say about math after ten?”

You glanced up, rolling your eyes. “You said it’s a house rule. I said it’s not enforceable.”

Tony smirked, plucking the notebook from your hands before dropping it onto the coffee table. Sitting beside you, he wrapped one arm around your shoulders, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. “You were late,” you muttered, resting your head against his shoulder. “Everything okay?”

“Just the usual corporate nonsense,” Tony replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You know how it is—saving the world, keeping the board happy. Exhausting, really. I’m practically a saint.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, but instead of responding, your eyes kept flickering toward the discarded notebook on the table. After a moment, you shifted slightly in his hold, trying to reach for it. Tony groaned dramatically, tightening his grip.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, pulling you closer. “I just got home, and you’re trying to ditch me for math? Do you have any idea how lonely I’ve been? I’ve been deprived of your presence all day, and this—” he gestured at the notebook—“is more important?”

You bit back a laugh, managing to wiggle out of his grasp. “I promise it'll be worth it."

Tony crossed his arms, slumping back against the couch like a sulking child. “Fine, but if I die from lack of cuddles and attention it's on you.”

Grabbing the notebook, you turned back to him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You look fine. And for the record, this 'math' you're referring to is yours."

That caught his attention. His brows furrowed as he sat up straighter, his earlier theatrics forgotten. “Mine?”

You nodded, flipping open the notebook and holding it out to him. “You mentioned the other night that you were having issues with stabilizing the power output on the Iron Man suit. I’ve been working on it.”

Tony’s eyes scanned the pages, his expression softening with each line he read. Your neat handwriting detailed calculations, theories, and possible solutions. You’d even diagrammed potential fixes, complete with annotations on how they’d improve efficiency. “You’ve been working on this?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “For me?”

“Well, yeah,” you said, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. “I know it’s been frustrating you, so I thought I’d try to help.”

For once, Tony Stark was speechless. His eyes flickered between you and the notebook, the weight of your gesture hitting him like a freight train. You’d spent your time—not for your own research or projects, but to solve one of his problems. It wasn’t just the effort or the brilliance of your work—it was the care behind it, the way you always seemed to go out of your way to make his life a little easier.

Tony set the notebook aside, reaching for you instead. His hands cupped your face, his gaze warm and filled with an emotion he rarely let himself feel this deeply. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with gratitude. “I don’t deserve you.”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, soft and full of affection. It wasn’t the usual teasing kiss he’d steal when he was being playful—it was deeper, more vulnerable. A silent thank you, a promise that he’d never take you for granted. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he smiled. “You’re too good to me.”

You laughed softly, your hands resting on his chest. “You’re worth it, Stark. Even if you are a little dramatic sometimes.” Tony chuckled, pulling you into another kiss, his heart full and his mind already spinning with ideas. If this was what it felt like to be loved by you, then he never wanted to let it go.

[fandomnerd9602]

Hey dude! Got another one for ya:

Kate and Yelena can't agree on who's family to have dinner at for Thanksgiving (Bishop family gathering vs. Alexei's and / or Melina's place) and it falls on y/n to break the tie. What will they do? I leave the ending to you to decide.

Yelena: no your family is behind bars and Barton barred us after last Thanksgiving

Kate: well I’m not staying with Alexei. He hasn’t bathed in…I don’t know honestly

Yelena: fair.

Y/N walks in…

Kate: Y/N, be our tie breaker for thanksgiving

Y/N: well I wouldn’t know. I don’t have a family to go back to celebrate with

Yelena and Kate form an idea…

Yelena: new idea the three of us celebrate our own Thanksgiving

Kate: I love it!

[thecousinsdangereux]

short fuse if you light my fire [7/?]

pairing: Yelena/Kate (Hawkeye)

rating: T (for now)

chapter word count: 7581

summary: Yelena decides to go to college. It just so happens to be the same one Kate Bishop attends.

preview: 

“I’m sorry,” Kate says instead, with an exhale that doesn’t release any of the tension stored in her frame. Yelena resolves to make sure it stays that way, which isn’t very kind, but is for the best. “Why? Did you have something to do with it?” “What? No, I just mean — that shouldn’t happen to anyone. Do you — ?” The step she takes, pushing herself back into Kate’s space, is instinctive more than anything else. If she’d thought about it for a second longer, she would have moved in the opposite direction. But she’s too used to silencing people with closeness: a threat, a kiss, a knife. She doesn’t need any of those to quiet Kate, who stops speaking as soon as Yelena moves, her eyes wide (but not in fear). “No,” she murmurs, even though it’s unnecessary. “This is not a thing we talk about, Kate.”

chapter link: AO3

playlist link: SPOTIFY

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Kate: Honestly, I don’t know why you never trust me—

[something explodes in the background]

[why-i-love-comics]

Venom War: It's Jeff! #1 (2024)

written by Kelly Thompson art by Gurihiru

[chaxan08]

Yelena, leaning up to kiss Kate: Why do you have to be so tall?

Kate, laughing: Would you prefer me on my knees?

Yelena: Yes.

Kate: What?

Yelena: What??

Peter: For Thor's sake!

[coffeeandjuice]

she loves and misses her gf guys, what can she say?

(I saw this photo and immediately thought of bishova)

[yorkshireteauk]

kate plans a surprise party for yelena but completely forgets to tell yelena to not come home until late and she walks in as kate is trying to put a birthday hat on the dogs

[birdies-blog1]

Avengers: The Children’s Crusade, Issue: 2

This issue was pretty sad honestly. I really enjoyed it though. Here’s some highlights.

In this issue we find out where Wanda is, and we meet Pietro. The Young Avengers battle the Avengers and are now on the run.

Rating: 6/10

+1 quotable moment

+1 for thickening plot

+1 for Pietro’s introduction

+1 for Tommy wanting to be the favorite

-1 for out of character Logan

+1 for supportive Kate

+1 for powerful Billy

+1 protective Uncle Pietro

[wompyboi265]