#Post Engdame

[monaisme]

Sicktember: Day 20

#20- Medication Bribery

Stephen tried to be inconspicuous while he flexed his fingers as he walked down the hallway of the still bustling medical facility. At least it was easier to do now that the chaos of the last twelve hours had started to settle. The Wakandans had been an absolute gift and had managed to take care of the majority of those wounded at the compound/battlefield with an efficiency Stephen only dreamed of for the hospitals back home, but there were still things to do, and so everyone was on the move.

The exhaustion made his managing the pain all the more difficult, and for a brief moment, he considered popping back to the Sanctum and taking his pain meds, but no. There was too much still to do. He needed to stay sharp and focussed. He just wished—

 “Doctor Strange, could I bother you a moment?” The doctor asked.

Startled by the unexpected call, he hoped his wince of pain came across as more of a surprised jolt. He schooled his grimace into a professional smile. “Of course, what can I do for you?”

She was quick to explain, “I’ve just gotten word of a concern and am hoping that you have enough familiarity with the individual in question that you can be of help to us.”

Stephen’s brow furrowed in immediate concern, his pain forgotten. “I’ll do whatever I can, but Tony’s barely out of surgery? How can he be causing problems already?”

She shook her head, “I’m speaking of someone else, Doctor. The young son of Mr. Stark; he is refusing to leave the man, and while he holds himself cautiously, we have been unable to determine if he requires treatment or not.”

He had to concentrate for a moment to place who she was talking about, and then it clicked. “Are we talking about Peter Parker?” Stephen asked but didn’t correct the relationship. He hadn’t thought of him since he’s caught a glimpse of Hawkeye placing a field dressing on him while the worst of the wounded were being transported to their current location via portals.

“Yes, we had originally hoped he’d allow one of our staff to treat him during Mr. Stark’s surgery, but instead he has sat vigil outside of the medical suite. Even now, he continues to do so, which is noble but I grow worried that we will run into complications if he is left to himself much longer.”

Stephen sighed, “That boy followed Tony into space five years ago. This doesn’t surprise me at all. Now,” he stepped back and nodded his agreement, “If you’ll show me where our young spider is, I’ll see what I can do.”

/-/-/

Even in Wakanda, the risk of exposure to anything of a radioactive nature warranted concern, and as such, the long trek to an older, unused section of the facility made absolute sense in order to treat Tony’s injuries. Stephen’s feet, however, disagreed, not that he’d complain.

“How did the kid even get down here?” Stephen had to ask as they passed a desk that looked very much like a security check point.

“The rest of the Avengers were immediately brought to a separate wing of the facility for treatment and to debrief with King T’Challa. As far as we can gather, he was simply left behind and then somehow managed to track Mr. Stark down here.”

“And your security just allowed him to pass?”

The doctor only shrugged. “The child was recognized as one of your warriors, and we assumed one of the other Avengers would come to check on Mr. Stark and collect him before too long—Not one has come for him or Mr. Stark.” She looked sad as she added, “He’s been in the hallway for approximately eleven hours. We did bring him some clothing, and a recliner to rest in after he initially refused to leave, and there is a treatment cart prepared nearby in the event that we need to intervene... we can see that he is obviously trying to hide his discomfort.”

“And you’ve just left him in the hallway?” Stephen was trying to make sense of it.

“We had no choice. Mr. Starks’s initials scans showed remarkable levels of radioactivity all through his body. Having him come in would have required sanitizing protocols and personal protective equipment simply to get him into the room and we didn’t have the time or luxury. Levels are finally falling to safer levels now that the main...” she paused, then, “issue has been dealt with, but we still have to worry about sterile fields and infection risks. With him continuing to refuse any treatment, the boy is simply stuck.”

Stephen had known from the onset that Tony would have a long road to recovery ahead of him, and had heard whisperings about the amputation.

Stephen started cataloguing a list of physiotherapists to recommend and then stopped himself.

Tony was currently safe and tended to, but for Peter, it had been eleven hours.  “And no one else has been to see Mr. Stark or check on his status, at least?”

She only shook her head, ‘no.’

“What about Pepper Stark?”

“Our last update indicated that she was needed to coordinate several aspects of the clean up effort at your compound in New York. She was here only long enough to give us permission to treat her husband before a man, Thaddeus Ross, I believe, came through and pulled her away.” She shook her head in distaste. “We have been in communication with her, and once the situation has been appropriately delegated, she and her daughter will make their way back to Wakanda. In fact, one of your sorcerers has made himself available for when she and her family are available to travel... a Mr. Wong, I believe?”

“Hm.” Stephen was appreciative of Wong’s consideration for the Starks. Yeah, he and Tony definitely had their differences, but no one deserved to be dragged from a loved one’s bedside at a time like this. As for the other Avengers, well, he had some thoughts. Regardless, “And I’m personally only hearing about this now because?”

“I am aware that you’ve been as busy as the rest of us for these many hours, Doctor Strange.” She replied sternly. “Now that the worst of our cases have been dealt with, I had assumed you’d be anxious to step away for some much needed sleep. We, well, I had hoped you could take charge of our young friend and convince him to allow for an examination and treatment.”

Stephen wasn’t sure sleep would be in his future, not with his nerve pain flaring so badly, but he knew he could at least accept temporary custody of Peter while they all figured out their new futures. He owed the kid that much, and so he replied, “Of course, Doctor. I’ll do my best to help,” as they turned into another corridor.

“I have seen your work today. I know you will.” She stopped and gestured toward the lone form situated about halfway down the hallway. “With that, I will leave you to your young charge, Doctor Strange. If we do not cross paths again before you leave Wakanda, it was an honour to work with you.” The doctor crossed her arms across her chest and bowed slightly.

Stephen recognized it and reciprocated. “Thank you,” he replied simply. “The honour is mine.”  

With that said, his doctor-guide nodded, turned, and disappeared back toward the main building— leaving Stephen Strange to make his way down the hall to one Peter Benjamin Parker.

He could do this.

Besides, they’d developed something of a rapport, he thought to himself, especially after Ebony Maw and their time on the Q-Ship. And he’d only gotten the sense that Peter was a good kid. Honestly, he had to be good to do the things that he did day in and day out. Granted, it was five years later, and they had been trapped inside of an infinity stone for that long, but still. Trauma was supposed to bring people together, right? Stephen knew he’d read a journal article about that at some point.

He probably should have paid closer attention to percentages.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Peter spoke quietly as his new temporary guardian approached.

Well then, “I haven’t said anything yet. What makes you think I’m going to ask you to leave?”

“Super-hearing.

 Stephen ran through what he’d said on his way to the kid, relieved that his fatigue had softened his sometimes too sharp tongue at least, and nodded. “That’s good to know.”

“And I’m fine, so you don’t need to worry about me anyways. I understood about the whole sterile field thing and infection risk so I’m not fighting you—or anyone on that, I just—”

Stephen waited patiently for him to finish his thought.

“I, uh—” Peter couldn’t seem to finish his thought. He closed his eyes and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.

Stephen stepped closer, “Peter?” Everyone, including the kid, looked like hot, exhausted garbage, but something was wrong.

Peter drew in what was obviously intended to be a deep breath, but it cut short with a gasp then a cough, then he doubled over as he clutched at the side Stephen had seen Hawkeye taking care of. “Ngh.”

With Peter’s eyes now closed to the pain, Stephen didn’t waste energy masking his own as he crouched in front of him, assessing. “Peter? Can you tell me what’s wrong.”

Peter didn’t answer.

Without asking permission, Stephen grasped Peter’s wrist, only to find a racing pulse... and heat. “Shit.” With his other hand, he pressed the back of his hand to Peter’s forehead. The boy was on fire.

Knowing he was busted, Peter glared at the man in front of him. “I’m fine.” He yanked his hand away, flinching at the movement. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Stephen clenched his jaw to keep himself from snapping at him for his stupidity. Instead, he looked up and down the hallway, hoping that someone... anyone would magically appear who could give him a hand in treating him.

“I don’t think many people come down here, Dr. Strange.” Peter said simply. “Sorry.”

Stephen exhaled hard, “If you were sorry, you’d let me treat you.”

“I said I’m—”

“Yes, yes, you’re fine. I know, sitting here in an apparently technology free hallway with no way to get help...” he caught sight of the treatment cart a few meters away. “Hang on.”

He grunted as he did it, but Stephen pushed himself up using the arms of Peter’s recliner and rushed over to the cart, dragging it back quickly. “I’m assuming that you’ve developed an infection from whatever wound it was that Hawkeye took care of back at the compound, am I correct?”

Peter’s pale cheeks flushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t. Now,” he fumbled through the one of the drawers, familiar enough with item placement after all the stitching he’d done today, “There you are,” he snatched something triumphantly and then commanded, “Stay still.” He placed a thermometer strip on Peter’s forehead and then lifted up the side of Peter’s sweatshirt to reveal a battle worn Spider-man uniform. “Okay, Peter, how do we get the spidersuit off of you so I can get at your wound?”

Peter stayed silent.

“Alright,” Maybe his regular temperament had only been hiding? “Decision made.” Stephen snapped on a pair of sterile gloves before painfully grasping the pair of trauma shears sitting atop the cart and snipping them in the air for effect. “Cutting it all off it is.”

Peter paled more, if that was even possible. “Please don’t?” He tugged at the hem of his top. “I’ll get it off then, just let me—”

It was Stephen’s turn to gasp as his fingers punished him for tormenting the boy. In a flash, the shears clattered to the floor and Stephen had fisted his trembling hands against the pain.

“Doctor Strange!?” Peter had shifted forward on his seat, trying to figure out how to help. “What’s going on?”

Ever the professional, Stephen’s mask was on again in moments. “It’s nothing. I apologize for that. It’s been a long day for all of us.” He shook his hands out and tried to switch the focus back to Peter and the thermometer strip that was now very much indicating a significant fever. “Now, tell me again how well you’re feeling?”

Now, Stephen should have known better than to jinx himself with all of his big talk about Peter being a good kid, as Peter’s mood flipped scowled and, looking Dr. Strange dead in the eye, replied back. “I don’t know, Doctor Strange? How are you feeling?”

How much time had Tony spent with this kid?

Not that he was at all worried about it. Stephen had spent a lifetime around difficult people.

“That’s not relevant at this particular moment,” he answered back calmly. “I think the greater concern is your fever of,” Stephen cast a glance at Peter’s forehead, “39.2°C, and what I’m guess at this point is also the start of septicemia? Unless there’s something else you’d like to tell me?” His brow furrowed in concern. “Can you at least tell me what your pain level is at?”

Peter shook his head in refusal. “I’m not leaving.”

Stephen was growing a little frustrated. “I’m not asking you to leave. I’m asking about your pain.”

Peter said nothing.

The mantle of Doctor Strange, neurosurgeon at Metro-General Hospital was settling around his shoulders for the umpteenth time that day. “Peter. I’m not comfortable with you sitting here getting sicker and sicker when you are literally surrounded by everything we need to correct this.” He glanced at Peter’s forehead again. 39.3°C.

Shit.

“Peter, please?” Even this sick and injured, there was no way Stephen could restrain the superhero vigilante and force him to be treated.

But Peter was teetering on the edge of giving in as he pleaded with Stephen. He could see it.

“I can’t leave him alone, Doctor Strange. Don’t you understand? I need to protect him...”

Wait. What?

“Tony? Who do you need to protect him from?”

Peter eyes filled with tears as he whispered, “From them.”

In a heartbeat, Stephen had placed his sling ring on his damaged fingers and steadied himself for a fight. He’d seen Peter’s spidey-sense on the ship, understood that there was some sort of innate precognition—except, as he looked both up and down the hallway, that there was no one there. He looked back at Peter, confused. “I don’t understand?”

The tears finally fell, “I have to protect Mr. Stark from the others! Gah!” Peter looked like he was ready to explode. “FRIDAY showed me Siberia right before our MOMA field trip and I saw how bad they hurt him, Doctor Strange! They just left him to die, and now they’re right here, in this building!  And they could show up anytime they want! And now Captain America has a hammer AND a shield, so that’s, like double weapons for him and I can’t—” He caught a quick breath, “They don’t even care about him, and Ms. Potts is Mrs. Stark now so I’d trust her, but she’s not even here. And then I can’t even put his suit on him to keep him safe ‘cuz I don’t have tools to fix it! And I don’t recognize what Mark his suit even is! And I broke my suit and—It’s been five years and there’s no one else here who can do what I can, Doctor Strange. I have to keep Mr. Stark safe!” At the end of his word jumble, Peter exhaled slowly and then promptly burst into sobs, still stuttering out with each breath, “I have to—I have to—”

Stephen struggled to keep up with what Peter had been trying to say, but got the gist of it, not that it was the priority as he pocketed his ring once more and pressed a firm hand to Peter’s shoulder. “You’re okay, Peter,” he promised. “I understand now.”

And that was exactly what Peter needed to hear as he threw his arms around Stephen’s waist—or tried. A cry of pain escaped and Peter’s facade was crumbling—fast.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Stephen placed his other hand on Peter’s back and with a gently nudge, helped him to lie back in the recliner that he’d expertly set back. “Can I take a look at this now, Peter? I promise I can keep watch for you while I do.”

“But you’re hurt, too!” Peter gasped. “I can’t—”

“It’s fine. Okay? I’m used to it.”

Peter shook his head ‘no.’ “But—”

“But nothing, Spider-Man!” Stephen needed to snap him out of his spiral. “I need you to hear me, okay?”

It worked, and Peter nodded.

“You’ve seen what I can do, right? Remember on Titan? I’ve never relied on the physical, Peter. You know that a little pain in my hands isn’t going to stop me if a threat shows up!”

Peter thought about it, then nodded again.

“Now, trust me, Peter. Please?”

Peter’s eyes closed and finally replied, “Okay.”

“Good boy,” Stephen crooned as he stepped away to collect the trauma shears still lying on the floor. “We’re going to do some cutting, but I promise you, I’ll keep it to a minimum if I can, and then you and Tony can fix this together, okay? It’ll be fine.” Stephen closed his eyes and prayed silently that he wasn’t a liar.

Peter nodded again as Stephen came back, a little less desperately. “Okay.”

Stephen smiled down at him as he made quick work of the sweatshirt and then spidersuit. “There we go,” he murmured as he cast a quick glance at the thermometer strip again. The fever was high and holding steady. “Now let’s get this bandaging moved out of the way and see what kind of a hack job Hawkeye did?” Stephen pulled back the bulky pad and gulped, then looked up and glanced about again, hoping for someone to miraculously appear to help them. There was no one.

Stephen took a deep breath and then released it slow.

“Well then,” It was time to have a conversation. “We have a bit of a situation here.” 

Peter was confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that this infection is pretty serious.” Stephen couldn’t keep his eyes off of the twenty centimetre gash that ran up Peter’s side, literally busting with infection at the seams of the rudimentary stitches Hawkeye had done and framed a hot, angry red with even redder dots speckling about it. “I can’t even imagine what sort of crap was on whatever weapon did this,” Stephen waved a hand over the wound. “I’m going to have to reopen this and clean it out, and it’s going to hurt—a lot. We’re definitely going to have to put you out for this.”

Peter’s eyes widened as he tried to sit up, “But you said you—!”

Stephen stopped his movement. “I know what I said, and I meant it. I’ll keep watch, but I’m going to need someone to help if I’m going to help you.”

“No!” Peter’s eyes widened. “You can’t ask—!”

“Peter.”Stephen cut him off before he could get worked up more, “I will definitely not ask any of the Avengers, but I do have my friend, Wong. I don’t think you’ve met him officially, but he’s the one that will be getting Mrs. Stark, remember? You heard about him earlier? When I was with the other doctor?”

He looked hesitant. “Uh huh?”

“If you give me a second, I can have him here so I can do what I need to do while he keeps guard. And, if you’re really concerned, I’ll have you know that he’s the one who trained me and I’m a total badass.”

Peter huffed a quiet laugh. “It doesn’t even matter. Regular drugs don’t work on me ‘cuz of the mutation—it’ll have to keep till we can get back to the...” He’d been about the say the compound, but then remembered. “Um, it’ll take forever to find something that would work.” He tried to hide his hopelessness, “I’ll be—”

Stephen was done. “39.4°C, Peter. That is what you’re temperature is sitting at. It is too high and rising. I’m pretty certain you’re some kid genius like your boss, and I’d be most grateful if I could not be known as the guy that let you boil your brain.”

“But I’m not lying about the drugs, though!” Peter was getting defensive. “Ask—” Peter stopped short of finishing his sentence.

Stephen let the slip go unacknowledged. He was too busy trying to come up with a solution—and then he remembered his earlier conversation. “Wait a minute. Steve Rogers was treated today and he’s a super soldier, right? And I’d wager a guess that the Wakandans had to synthesize something that would work for him. If we could track some of that surplus down—get Wong to bring it— would it work for you? Do you know?” Not that Stephen loved counting on a complex medical history provided by a sixteen year old, but it was all they could do.

“I’m pretty sure it would?” He didn’t sound sure. “I know that Mr. Stark used it as a jumping point, but...”

“But nothing!  We’ll jump, too.” Stephen ran a hand through Peter’s hair for comfort. “Stark wouldn’t have risked your safety, and I’d rather get this done sooner rather than later.”

Peter was hesitant.

“Look, let’s make a deal. If you let me do this, I’ll get Stark to buy you a car, sound good? He seems like that kind of a guy to me—tell me that I’m wrong?”

Peter remembered the first... and second time Tony had offered him exactly that. “Nope. Can’t.”

“Great,” the sling ring came out yet again, “Now, you’re going to recognize the portal—but I’m not going anywhere. I promised, right? You simply get to see the convenience of how sorcerers live with not having cell phones.”

/-/-/

Tony opened his eyes again and looked over to the bed on the right of his as best he could.

As frustrating as it was that they hadn’t managed to be awake at the same time yet, there was still a comfort in seeing his Peter, calm, resting, and alive.

And it took away some of the sting of what he knew was missing under the mass of bandages at his shoulder.

A throat cleared, drawing Tony’s attention to the door of their room.

“I know this is probably a bad time to mention this, but you owe the kid a car.” Stephen Strange announced as he took a few tentative steps inside. “I’ll keep reminding you, though.”

“Anything,” Tony rasped.

Stephen winced in sympathy and came to Tony’s bedside. “Here,” he grabbed Tony’s water glass from the side table and held the straw steady as he sipped his fill.

“Thanks,” Tony mustered and then tried to glance around the room. “Pepper?”

Stephen smiled as he simply replied, “She’s sitting out in the hallway for a bit.” He took in the numbers flashing on the monitors around Tony’s head. “I’m glad to see that you’re doing so well. Peter’s excited to get back into the lab with you.”

Tony blinked slow, the damned exhaustion taking over faster than he’d have hoped. “Good—love ‘im,” he grunted.

“I can understand why,” Stephen agreed, then patted Tony’s good hand. “But you rest now, okay? We three are keeping watch over the both of you, okay?”

He’d have nodded if the burns to the side of his neck weren’t feeling so fresh, Stephen suspected, but Tony seemed content enough to slip off into sleep and that was good enough for him.

He remembered exactly how exhausting healing could be.

Stephen stepped around Tony’s bed to Peter’s, taking the time to check Peter’s vitals as well. It had been a close thing, in the end, and Stephen would be forever grateful to Wong for pandering to the whim of an emotionally overwrought superhero that carried too much weight on such slim shoulders—even though the little shit had tattled on him about his own pain once Wong rushed through that first portal with Pepper Stark to see what was wrong.

“Doctor Strange?” Pepper called from the doorway. “Wong would like to know if you’d like him to prepare something for you to eat for when you get back to take your medication.”

Stephen just chuckled. “Did he open up another portal from the Sanctum to ask you to do that?”

Pepper blinked innocently at the man. “I can neither confirm nor deny that, but Morgan cannot wait for Peter to meet your cloak friend.”

[youareonyourownkid]

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[allamericansbitch]

Hi everyone! This is part 2 to this weeks creator shoutout because tumblr is broken and wont let me post these in the original post. Part 1 can be found here!

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[juliawanag]

tbh i looooooove how mcu focuses on grief post-engdame. ik it's been said but i just want to vouch it. because it's realistic. although...mcu is a fantasy after all. but it started with iron man, a somewhat realistic hero. a human. and i love how mcu explored the humanness of these heroes. i couldn't relate to them then. they just wanna defeat the villains idk about that. like thank god i haven't met purple giants that can slice me. but now,,,i know that. i know what they are feeling. but yes i am aware of the flaws. OH BUT I AM NOT OKAY WITH UNDERPAYING CGI ARTIST AND TOO MUCH CONTENT AT ONCE. I can wait patiently with how this heroes grow.

[serialsemantics]

instead of mourning the love interest we had closure on SEVERAL movies ago (who then died one movie later) what if endgame liked things besides nuclear families and ruining character arcs

[sweeterxfiction]

EDIT: I’m also planning to add in other social change causes into the mix as there’s just so much going on in the world rn. These will be like every third post or so. I’ll tag them with #socialchange2020. Just for organization

Hey yall! I don’t have much of a following but I wanted to do a little thing where I spotlight a petition, donation, book/media, business, etc. every few hours. I know there’s a lot of mass lists out there, but I feel like instead of just blindly signing petitions we should read people’s stories. I also know if you’re like me, you have good intentions and like a list to look back at later, but sometimes forget to get around to it. We’re all guilty of it. So I want to give people one thing to donate to/sign etc at a time. I hope this isn’t a dumb idea. I’ll be tagging the various things I include with the tag #blm2020. Mostly because it’s easy for me to remember and it’s straight forward.

I feel it’s fitting to start this off with the official Black lives matter page/movement. If you’re looking for ways to help and learn, this is a good jumping off point. Donate here:

Or if you’re not financially able to, peruse the website and learn more here. I’ll post again in a few hours and hope this takes off.

[whenemmafallsinlove]

the official call it what you want choreography (according to taylor swift)

[polizwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Characters: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Missing Scene, Domestic, Pregnancy, Freckles, Angsty memories Summary: A soft, domestic moment with her husband reminds Pepper how lucky she is to have him and their soon-to-be daughter.

Tony Stark Flash Bingo: Missing Scene & @pepperonybingo: Pepper’s Freckles Sleepy/Cozy Prompt: *waking up to the other counting freckles on their face*

See below cut for @tonystarkbingo tags

Title: Enumerations Card Number: 019 Square: Adoptable: Missing Scene (swap for Square 4) Ship: Pepperony. (Tony/Pepper) Rating: General Warnings/Tags: Post Avengers:Infinity War, missing scene, domestic fluff Summary: A soft, domestic moment with her husband reminds Pepper how lucky she is to have him and their soon-to-be daughter. For @tonystarkbingo  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26024854

[rose-tylers]

@taylorswift @taylornation I am begging you, PLEASE put larger sizes in the store. Many of your fans are larger than a 2X; I personally can wear a 2X but it’s tight and not super comfortable. Your bigger fans love you just as much as your smaller ones do, and we would absolutely drop money on shirts if they came in a 3X or 4X or even higher. The new merch is super cute, but I just wish it came in bigger sizes.

(Anybody who reblogs this and says anything about losing weight will get blocked 🌸)

[muhknz]

I cannot believe we were STILL deprived of Shuri and Peter being best bros in Endgame.

[i-avisin]

Infinity War

In a nutshell.

[kingohmyheart]

Like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all

[stillgirlfrommars]

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So, I already talked about this with @missmorwen​ and I know I don’t have the time to draw and make an actual comic out of it, BUT I cannot stop thinking about this SamSteve-post-engdame-fix-it story (with a dash of BuckyNat, ‘cause that’s just who I am) which is kinda crack and very rom-com (a bit you’ve got mail) inspired and doesn't make much sense, because... PLOT HOLES but * sigh * I kinda wanna share at least the idea so - bear with me:

So, instead of Nat dying, Steve sacrifices his Captain America powers on Vormir and comes back as Skinny!Steve and starts running a political blog called you’ve-got-news in secret, uncovering all kinds of shady business/corruption and becoming the bane of existence of every politician and greedy CEO - but it takes a while for his friends to figure out it's him who’s running that increasingly popular blog (which the new Captain America is actually a big fan of ;)). And the way that happens is as follows:

So, Steve almost died at the end of Endgame. The idiot (affectionate) of course still wanted to fight Thanos, but even with Thor’s Hammer, he took some serious, serious injuries which led to a tough talk with Sam, Nat and Bucky

Like I imagine, that while Steve would not have any regrets whatsoever about giving up his powers, he would still need some time to come to terms with the fact that he won’t be able to participate in the action like he used to. Even though, he actually wants and knows... it’s time to ... start something new, it’s still a process. So, there he is, trying to figure out who he is without the mantle of Captain America, re-defining the way he can and will fight against bullies in the future (cause there is no way he’s gonna stop that).

And to the surprise of everyone, Steve actually doesn’t press for participating in Avenger-style-fights anymore (he still does some of the practical mission planning and shit like that) but most importantly, he starts taking up new hobbies, like cooking or old hobbies like drawing - and he seems happier than he has in a long time, and yeah maybe it’s a bit too good to be true, if Sam starts thinking about it. But, hey, Steve finally seems to be happy so -

Meanwhile, Sam still becomes the new Captain America, and Steve is there while he is adjusting, finding himself in that role. He is there when Sam needs to talk things through, and yeah, it would still be a process like in tfatws series, but ... a little bit less alone, I guess. 

So, the new Captain America fights alongside Nat and Bucky - and it’s good, they work surprisingly well together, but also: those two are stuck right in the middle of a weird assassin!flirting situation (I’m imagening a lot of veeery intense staring at the other while cleaning their weapons or beating someone up, innuendos en masse, dark humour etc.). And frankly, it’s getting on Sam's nerves because they seem to be so oblivious about the whole damn thing. Neither of them is actually admitting to anything, no, they are too busy teasing him about the ‘crush’ he has developed on that mysterious dude who is running the famous political-youve-got-news-blog that gained momentum a while ago and is currently keeping all the corrupt politicians and CEOs on their toes.

So, yeah, Sam might have been caught a couple of times reading or reciting from that blog because - it has actually turned into a pretty efficient way of mobilising people to demonstrate for change and it did give him some tip-offs in regards to who the bad guy really was and yeah. But it’s not a crush... Sam just really likes reading the blog posts, okay. That dude seems pretty cool and they share the same moral code, so... whatever.

What Nat and Bucky and Steve don't know (and he’ll never tell them), is that Sam is actually kiiiiinda already frequently talking with the guy who runs the blog. Anonymously on both ends, of course (because for good reasons both of them are pretty careful about giving away information concerning their identities). And in a way that whole anonymity-thing makes it a lot easier to talk about stuff he finds harder to admit to the people who he knows directly. So, you could say, blog-guy has kinda become Sam's internet friend, but not his crush, no.

Honestly, the crush he is more concerned about (that he also isn't planning on telling anyone about any time soon, cause Bucky would just tease him and Nat would start scheming) is, well, it’s Steve. Because, damn, he likes their get-togethers a lot, the meals Steve's cooking are honestly to die for. They watch baseball together, they do museum-trips... And the way they can talk about (almost) everything... He just feels understood and... yeah, loved (maybe not in the way that he wishes for, but still) and it’s nice to see Steve so happy and okay, maybe it’s getting a bit out of control because Sam took Steve with him to visit Sarah and his nephews and Sarah kinda saw right through his act of ‘hey, this is my best friend’ and ‘what do you mean, I don’t have feelings- okay. Yeah maybe I do’ and told him in no uncertain terms to fucking do something about it and get his shit together.

The thing is, he’s got it bad. But Sam is also torn, because this is the best fucking friendship he's ever had and he does not want to jeopardise that. So, in the end he ends up talking about this with his Internet friend... about how he kinda has this huge crush on his best friend, and his Internet friend is like, ‘TELL ME ABOUT IT, big fucking same here UGH. And I feel like I’m being SO obvious about it all. It’s honestly embarrassing. My other best friend keeps teasing me ‘bout it and tells me to just go for it, but that guy still hasn’t managed to ask out the girl he’s interested in, so, what does he know, right?’. And Sam laughs - at least he’s not alone.

So the days go by (Sam’s pining only increases, Steve took him to a wine tasting the other night and he almost... in his drunk state... almost... but he didn’t) until one day, while blog-guy and Sam are chatting, all of the sudden the blog-guy is like, ‘Shit, I think someone's breaking into my apartment’ and then like, ‘Okay, yes they are’ - and Sam's like, ‘call 911′, and blog-guy writes back ‘mmh think I can handle them’ (and Sam’s like ‘WTF... I know way too many people with zero regards for their own well-being, myself included’)

But then blog-guy is not answering anymore, so Sam frantically calls up Nat who rushes to his flat and Sam says: ‘You need to find out where that IP adress is located ASAP - the dude with that famous blog is in danger.’

And Nat does that multitasking thing where she’s working on the problem while ribbing Sam about the fact that, apparently, Captain America's Internet bestie is that famous blog dude, and- 'Are you sure it’s not a crush?'

But after another minute, Nat sighs and is like, ‘I can't find the location, this thing is encrypted af, it’s impossible.’ Suddenly, she notices something about the setup of the encryption and-, ‘Hang on a second, it was me who set this up for someone back in 2011.′ And as she slips on her jacket, she says to Sam, ‘Come on. I know where we have to go!’

So they make their way to what turns out is Steve's (!!!!) apartment and find him in the middle of a fight against over half a dozen heavily armed people, and yeah - he’s actually doing pretty okay for himself ‘cause he outsmarted a couple of them, but also- they kind of outnumber him, so Nat and Sam get to work.

And Sam doesn't even have time to fully register what that means re:blog-guy until they have successfully defeated the bad guys. After that's done, Steve is like, ‘Thanks guys, but how the hell did you know I was in trouble? Nat... you didn’t bug my apartment, did you??’

And Nat tstsk and then she just laughs because this is priceless and OF CoURSE it is Steve who is behind that blog... (she's a bit mad at herself for not figuring it out sooner, and a bit sad that Steve didn't feel like he could tell her, and that he assumes she has is flat bugged but, also,... kinda impressed.) But then she looks at him with a warm smile on her face, shaking her head, saying, ‘No, I didn’t, Steve.’ Her gaze wanders back and forth between Steve and Sam and she humms- 'That actually makes so much sense oh my god.' So, she leaves them ‘to talk’ ;) and for Sam to explain everything’ - and then it’s just the two of them.

And Sam does explain everything and is like, 'So you're that Blog dude, erm...' He's scratching the back of his neck, cheeks flushed, 'Turns out, we've been talking for months over that blog of yours. I'm (insert-Sam’s-username-here).'- and Steve's eyes go wide and you can literally see him processing that information right then and there and he's sputtering out a light laugh, and he's like 'Hang on a second... I... umm, okay, I gotta ask. So, that best friend you've got a crush on...' Well, it’s now or never -'Is you, yeah..', Sam admits and starts, 'and....' They both laugh again and Steve nods and just says- 'yeah, it’s you, too.'

And then they kiss and yaaay, happy ending!!!

And then the epilogue would be about them having a nice dinner with Bucky and Nat a couple of months later, and the whole time, Sam and Steve are being very much in loveTM. The three guys are standing in the kitchen, while Natasha is in the bathroom and Bucky's making a funny quib about how sickeningly cute Sam and Steve are together - and Sam, well, Sam just raises his eyebrows and is like, 'You know what, you're not allowed to say anything bout that, you and Romanoff have been acting waaaaay worse over the last year. At least we got our shit together in the end, what's your excuse, you are obviously absolutely in love with her!', and of course Nat chooses that exact moment to enter the room, hand on Bucky's waist, dropping a kiss on his cheek and is like, 'What do you mean, we've been dating for 6 months?' And Steve laughs and Sam groans bc .... he loves his friends, he does, but clearly, CLEARLY they ALL have to work on their communication skills!

The End.

[brainsnbeauty]

Love is the one thing that transcends time and space. (from michelle)

              it’s a quiet night within the allan household. her mother works late nights now , leaving liz to her own devices – while some might look to parties or gatherings , she has taken to studying with longtime companion. silence had lingered as the two worked diligently , however it is michelle’s steady tone that cut through , the catalyst for the cast of eyes upward. it’s clear from her expression that if there was anything she expected michelle to say , it wasn’t that. she finds herself grinning shortly thereafter confoundment has been amended & it’s an easy , pleasant transition. teeth emerge from behind lips , saccharine sweet , & all the while palm finds own cheek. she looks to the other with awe , & although ample complexities surround their relationship with regards to what they are as well as how to sustain this bond they’ve fostered … liz cannot focus ‘pon all uncertainties , only on what she knows. & what she knows is this : michelle is right. the metaphorical butterflies that fly about her stomach when eyes fall upon her , when her voice graces her ears , when digits  interlock with hers … each instance proves to be a telltale sign —— this is love. however , there is a space that lies between them , most GLARING evidence being the webcam each girl peers through so as to gaze upon the other. & while liz had begged the girl opposite her to move forward post - her departure , it was clear that such a request was not obliged by. 

               ❛ yeah , ❜ she finally agrees. ❛ i guess so , huh ? ❜liz clearly knows love’s transcendence of space to be true , for her love lies before her despite newfound distance. however , she can’t help but sigh. liz can only hope that they can soon say the same for time.

interstellar sentence meme / @lightbalances / accepting !

[sukirichi]

To this anon:

https://sukirichi.tumblr.com/post/669010028310691840/yall-need-to-stop-celebrating-its-not-the-real

I wanted a suna endgame and actually don't like Kita at all but I didn't rain on your parade when you got the ending you wanted so maybe don't rain on our parade because we got the ending we wanted. You have no idea how over I was hearing about Kita but I didn't exactly go and ruin your fun so don't ruin ours, okay? Keep your negativity about it to yourself. *inserts that let people enjoy things meme here*

Sorry to bring this to your inbox and you don't deserve it and I understand if you choose to just not reply to this/not post it.

oh no yeah anon, i understand this. everyone had varying interests and preferences on who they wanted the engdame to be so you wanting suna to be the endgame and not liking kita is valid - like i know some anons admitted they didn’t want kita either but they had to accept it since he’s technically the healthier or ‘easier’ route 😔 and yeah like i said to the previous anon, there’s nothing wrong with celebrating the alt ending. even i don’t mind if people think that it would be the og ending if they wanted :)

[prouvaireafterdark]

Fic Writer Interview

Tagged by @chamblerstara 💜

Name(s): Lynne

Fandom(s): RNM and The Old Guard are controlling most of my brain these days, but I’m also a big Stucky and Silverflint fan

Where you post: Here and AO3

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos): Without a doubt it’s All I See is You because the TOG fandom actually gives kudos to the fics they read. It’s a super fluffy (and smutty) Joe/Nicky fic that centers on Nicky’s absolute security in his relationship with Joe even though he’s about to embark on a honey pot mission and features Joe looking sharp as fuck in a burgundy suit. (Also Nile in a sparkly gold gown. Imagine Joe in a burgundy suit standing next to Nile in a sparkly gold gown and tell me you’re not having a bisexual crisis. I dare you.)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter (by kudos):  Temporary Wounds, which, even though it was written pre-season 2, would actually kind of work as a follow up to season 2 with some minor revisions. It basically takes a look at Michael’s feelings about Alex dating someone else as he tries to navigate being friends with him. (With a Malex engdame obviously bc I am a simple bitch with simple needs)

Favorite story you’ve written so far: The Michael Sanders AU. I love all of my fics (well, most of them I guess), but there’s something so pure about this version of Michael and Alex that just keeps me coming back for more. I’m also proud of the way I’ve written Walt to be so unwaveringly supportive of Michael (and Alex), but in a way that makes sense, feels natural, and doesn’t just make him seem like the perfect parent. They all just fit together really well in my head and I feel like I’ve done a pretty good job of translating that into my fics.

Fic you were nervous to post: Taking Care. It was my first ever Malex fic and, at the time, the most explicit thing I’d ever written so I was pretty nervous about how it would be received. 

How do you choose your titles?: Song titles, mostly. There are a few that I just came up with, though, like Taking Care and Enough.

Do you outline?: Yup! I find it helpful to have a general idea of what I’m doing, though sometimes I’ll just wing it [and put things that need to happen in brackets in between paragraphs like this].

Complete: I have 60 on AO3, though one is a WIP that I have no plans to continue (I’m also not counting the Michael Sanders AU as a WIP even though I’ll have more of that coming bc the individual fics are finished)

In-Progress: Oh man. Um. Let’s say 4? The Malex Sex Shop AU, my Secret Santa fic, the untitled Malex + Rath fic, and Petrichor.

Coming soon/not yet started: That’s up to my brain lol, but I’d like to write another Michael Sanders fic set right after A Father Like That, and one where they have sex while Sanders is home so they have to be really quiet

Prompts?: Prompts are cool, but I’ve been so busy with the WIPs already on my plate (and my full time job) that I haven’t had time to write any of the ones I’ve gotten lately

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: Probably the Sex Shop AU! I’m just so ready for it to be done tbh lol, but I think (hope?) you’ll really like it 

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