#age of ultron salt

[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

How much did Wanda’s illusion affect Tony’s motivations?

Put simply, there are two possible explanations for what happened after Wanda showed Tony his fear in Strucker’s bunker:

Scenario A) Wanda’s illusion scared Tony so badly that he got desperate enough to unshelve the Ultron program and rashly plugged in Loki’s scepter. If this is true, then Wanda is pretty much entirely to blame for everything that happened in Age of Ultron the way Tony’s stans want her to be. Sure, the program already existed, but if this scenario is true then Tony wouldn’t have tried to use the scepter.

Scenario B) Tony was mostly unaffected by the illusion and plugged in the scepter because he wanted Ultron to work no matter the cost. Ergo, Wanda’s vision didn’t affect his motivations at all.

The only real evidence there is for scenario A is that scene where Tony is talking with Nick Fury about his guilt. Aside from that one scene he never gives any indication that he was scarred by Wanda’s illusion. However, in that scene Fury also implies that Wanda was responsible for making Tony create Ultron, but that is only one character’s perspective.

There is, however, quite a bit of evidence for scenario B. For starters, taking rash actions has pretty much always been in Tony’s nature. For another, he insists at the start of Endgame that Ultron was a good idea all along, long after all of this happened. Thirdly, he went on to create EDITH, which is pretty much the love child of Ultron and Project Insight.

If scenario B is true, the question then becomes “why write that moment in at all?” Because if Wanda’s illusion didn’t matter to Tony’s actions, then the only purpose it served was to make people angry at her (successfully; I’m sure that moment alone was what made her totally irredeemable to a lot of people).

[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

I suppose those are some valid arguments against why she would know from hearing thoughts that she was among Hydra. And you do have a point, even if she did know, by the time she would have had the ability to find that out they were already in pretty deep, and I doubt they would have been able to escape even with their powers if Hydra decided to dispose of them. [That might be a reach, as she was able to immobilize all of the Avengers, but she was only able to do that after quite a bit of practice that she clearly did not have when she used her powers on Tony.]

Incidentally, a of people (mostly the antis) do like to make the claim that Wanda practiced her powers on innocents, but I don't see it. What do you say to that claim?

And I see your point about her line in WV: she did say Ultron promised her that destroying the Avengers would make a better world. It may have been a callback to that. From what little we are shown of Sokovia, they did all seem to hate the Avengers, though that isn’t really elaborated on. Did Hydra radicalize all of them? Did they think the Avengers were terrorists? I don’t think this is ever really explained beyond “Sokovia hated the Avengers”.

Agatha asking all the questions I have been asking since Age of Ultron.

[hersheysmcboom]

Mcu writers: you ingrates, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW TALENT!

Fans: NO TALENT!! NO TALENT!!

[specialagentlokitty]

Tony Stark x reader - special skill

Ok so we know Tony (marvel) is an arrogant a-hole but what if instead of marrying Pepper he dates during age of Ultron someone who's a little younger (he's 38 maybe she's 30ish- if your uncomfortable writing that age gap you can make her whatever age you want) but she's like really sweet and nice to everyone and Tony throws a party and some guy keeps bothering her so the Avengers- specificly Steve is like "your gonna let him do that" but Tony is like 🤷🏽‍♀️yeah the points as reader makes the guy bothering her turn red as a tomato out of embaressment and he just speed walks off... - @azeal-peal 💜

Tony had lost sight of you a while ago, while you had entered the party with him, the moment you saw Natasha and Clint you had gravitated towards them.

He wasn’t worried about you, being with those two he knew that you were more than safe, but as always he had JARVIS watching over you as well.

You weren’t one to wonder away from too long, so you finally made your way back over to him, lifting his arm up so you could stand under it and tuck yourself into his side.

“What’s up sweet cheeks?” He asked.

You grinned a little at him.

“I missed you, and Clint is weird.”

Tony chuckled a little bit, handing you the drink in his hand, letting you have his drink while he got himself another.

“Tell me something I don’t know, like are you having fun? Do you want to stay? Go?”

You took a sip of the drink, coughing a little at the taste before handing it back.

“No, I’ll stay. It’s nice having everybody in one room for once.”

He chuckled, setting the glass down on the counter, order you a different drink.

“You’re only saying that because you don’t have to clean up after.”

You grinned at him again, turning around so you could look at him.

Tony placed a hand on your hip, smirking a little at you.

“So if I asked you to dance what would you say?”

“Oh I don’t know about that, you’re not really my type stark.”

He snorted a little.

“Alright sassy, I see how it is, two can play this game, I’ll just have to forget that you like you’re coffee with sugar in the mornings, maybe put a bit of salt in there.”

You gasped a little in fake betrayal.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Want to bet on that hotshot?”

You huffed, crossing your arm.

“I’ll forget where I’ve put your helmet.”

“I’ve got more, I’ll forget that you like when I pick you up from work.”

“I’ll forget that you told me not to post those embarrassing pictures of you posing in front of the bathroom mirror shirtless.”

This time Tony gasped, quickly looking around.

“Jarvis said he deleted them!” He whisper yelled.

“I printed them out, check mate bitch.”

You leant up, giving him a gentle kiss as you pulled away with a bright smile.

“I love you really, I wouldn’t do that.”

He chuckled, leaning down to capture you in a kiss again, then kissed your forehead.

“Love you too.”

You heard your name being called, so you kissed him once more before jogging away to go see what your friends wanted.

Eventually Tony made his way to the other avengers, all of them sitting around a table just talking away.

“Stark someone’s hitting on (Y/N). Are you going to let him do that?” Steve said.

“Huh?”

Tony tilted his head backwards, then turned slightly so he could see you better while keeping an eye on the others as well.

“Aren’t you going to go stop him?” Thor asked.

Tony gave a half shrug.

“Nah, she’s fine.”

“Man I wouldn’t be taking that, you should really put a stop to it.” Clint said.

“Seems like he’s bothering her, I’ll go help.” Natasha sighed.

Tony held up his hand.

“No, no, just wait, trust me.”

The watched for another minute, and the man that you were talking to quickly walked away with his head down and you were grinning from ear to ear.

You locked eyes with Tony and he laughed, holding his hand out to you.

You let him pull you down on to the couch to sit beside him.

“(Y/N) has a knack for embarrassing people.” He beamed.

They all made a noise of understanding, finally realising why Tony never actually went to go help you

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right

Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F Reader/Flight attendant Chapters: 1 of 1 Word count: 4.7K Rating: Explicit

Summary: After a particularly rough flight you're suddenly having anxiety for the first time in all of your years in the air, buyou end up finding help in an unexpected place when an enigmatic passenger offers you a distraction.

Warnings: Explicit Rating, Alcohol, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Age Difference, Reader is Late 30s, But no specific identifiers, Description of Anxiety, Panic Attack, Mild PTSD, Fear of Flying, Pet Names, PWP, One-Shot, Semi-public Sex, You Have to Be Quiet, Bathroom Sex, Mile High Club, Dirty Talk, Light Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Mirror Sex, Unprotected PIV, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms

A/N: Well, this was supposed to be a quick little smutty thing that ended up getting away from me! But it was fun, and a nice exercise to work on outside of my series. And even with not being able to write at all for a good few days of it, two and half weeks for over 4.5k+ words (from scratch!) is definitely a record for me!

I have to give a shout-out to the many thots that come from the Andy Discord, and @tarrenterror for this one specifically. 😉 I hope you enjoy this little drabble that ended up turning into way more than that! 💕

Title is from "Learn To Fly" by the Foo Fighters

AO3 Link

Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right

Yesterday’s flight from Lisbon to Johannesburg had been a long and turbulent one with a very rough landing, much rougher than you’re used to even after three years as a flight attendant. 

The storms had kept you circling in the sky waiting for a break that refused to come, and after a long-haul flight the fuel was getting low so the pilot didn’t have a choice but to land. The plane hadn’t ended up going off of the rain-slicked runway but it was damned close, and you've been on edge ever since.

Even the tedious interview with the SACA Authority wasn't annoying enough to distract you for long, and neither last night’s patchy sleep, nor the mini-bar Red Bull are helping the persistent shake in your hands, but you have a fifteen hour flight to Corfu leaving today so you get yourself moving, hoping that a shower and some food will clear your head.

It doesn’t.

You’re not able to eat very much either, but mercifully last night’s storms have cleared and takeoff into a cloudless blue sky is smooth and uneventful, although your stomach is still acting like the toast you had managed to eat was an affront to your body.

You've never been airsick and you'd really prefer not to break your streak, not least because of the razzing you’ll get if you do, so you’re grateful when the plane finally levels off so that you can find your equilibrium again, and once the “Seatbelt” sign goes dark you're grateful for the distraction as you start rolling the beverage cart down the aisle.

Working on autopilot you don’t realize how completely you’ve zoned out until fingers are closing over yours as you hand a passenger his drink, barely catching his question.

“Are you alright, love?” 

Nudged out of your daze you finally look down at the man you’re serving.

He’s wearing dark jeans with heavy boots and a black button-up, the collar open to expose black ink across his chest and collarbones, sleeves rolled up to expose more tattoos on his forearms - or forearm, rather. Your brain tries to parse why his one arm looks not-quite-right until you realize it’s a prosthesis, although it's far more realistic than any you've ever seen apart from the distinct seams running through it. 

When you finally meet his you're quickly drawn in by bright blue eyes contrasted with tanned skin and dark salt and pepper curls, and while his hair is a bit shaggy you can faintly see another tattoo arcing beneath it.

It feels like your brain is on a delay, caught off guard by a combination of the inquiry and his striking features, and after several moments of your confused stare his eyes flick to where your hands are still connected. Suddenly you’re aware that inside the calm pressure of his fingers, yours are trembling, and it clicks that he must have seen the liquid shaking in the glass when you handed it to him.

"Oh. I'm ok,” You finally respond, giving your head a quick shake. “There was just a lot of turbulence on my flight coming in yesterday, and then we almost went off the runway, so..I guess I’m still a bit shaky, that's all.” 

You’re surprised that you answer him honestly but something about the way that he focuses on you, his eyes sharply observant, has you dropping the professional guard that you normally keep airtight with passengers. 

“Ah, that was you,” he says, finally releasing your hand and taking the proffered glass. “I heard about that. And you’re still back on a plane, today? That’s impressive.” 

His words are earnest as he tips his drink at you, and you find yourself fighting the flush that warms your skin at his praise.

“Well, it is my job," you reply, trying to keep your shrug nonchalant. "But thank you for your concern, sir.” Trying to brush off the brief flash in his eyes you work to settle your polite customer service mask back into place.

“Well, it sounds like you can handle it. But if you need a distraction,” the man takes a sip of his drink, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial timbre, “I might be able to help with that.” 

Meeting his eyes with a start you definitely see a dark glint in them now, the casual certainty in his tone that making it difficult to mistake his meaning.

It’s not the first time you’ve been propositioned - in fact it’s pretty par for the course in this world - and normally your reply would be quick and trite, saccharin words shutting down the standard attempts at flirting with a captive audience that you’re used to dealing with. But the teasing lilt of his words and the way the colour of his eyes deepens as they flick over your body sends an unexpected thrum of heat between your legs.

You're still trying to work out a reply when an annoyed voice cuts through the tension.

“Uh, miss? Maybe someone else could get a drink over here, today?"

“Of course. I’ll be right there,” you reply quickly, plastering an apologetic smile on your face, unsure whether you feel relieved or frustrated by the interruption. 

Relieved, you tell yourself. You're relieved. 

You manage not to look at the man again while you finish serving the rest of the food and drinks, but on your way back up the aisle when you finally allow yourself a glance as you pass his seat he calmly meets your eyes, making no attempt to hide that he was watching you.

You thought that you were going to make it the rest of the flight without incident, but in the early morning dark just a few hours before landing the plane hit a patch of turbulence, and even though it was barely a shake you had jolted awake instantly.

Now, while the rest of the plane slumbers on you’re tucked in the alcove back by the washrooms with your eyes squeezed shut, jacket and scarf discarded at your feet as your heart does its best to escape through your chest wall. Even though the plane is perfectly smooth now your nerves have returned in full force, fingers tingling as you try to will the cold, hollow feeling in your gut away from spreading into your limbs.

You feel a presence enter your personal space at the same time that you see the shadow fall over you through closed eyelids, and the voice you hear is low and calm, sliding its way into your consciousness between panicked breaths.

“Take a deep breath, love.”

Forcing your eyes open, you see the tattooed passenger from earlier standing in front of you.

“I don’t know what’s- I’ve never been like this before on a flight,” you feel compelled to explain as tears of frustration prick at your eyes. “I just can’t catch my-” you gasp, trying to keep your voice down so you don't disturb the sleeping passengers.

He glances over his shoulder briefly and then back at you, pausing for a moment as he seems to consider something, and then his arm is around your waist and he’s quickly guiding you into an unoccupied washroom, following closely and locking the door behind you.

Taking your hands in his, he moves them so that your palms are pressed flat against his chest, and when he speaks his words are steady but firm.

“Now, take a deep breath for me."

As he draws a slow, deep breath himself it dawns on you that he wants you to mimic him, so on his next inhale you match it by taking a shaky gulp of air into your lungs, and when he holds his breath at the top of it for a few seconds you do the same. Letting your eyelids slip closed you find that you’re able to focus on the rhythm of your breathing, on the feeling of warm fabric over firm muscle, on the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your hands.

You’re not sure how long you stay like this but steadily your nerves begin to settle, every breath calmer than the last. 

As your senses start to slide back into place you become aware of calloused palms covering yours, of your breath mixing in the shared space between you, and when you open your eyes again you’re greeted by the sight of both of your hands framing his chest beneath the open collar of his shirt.

“How are you feeling now?” The soft gravel of his voice draws your attention upward, appraising eyes meeting yours.

“Better. I…thank you. Really.” You reply truthfully, feeling better than you have in the past forty-eight hours.

Logically you know that you should end this now, that you need to pull away and return to the rest of the plane to prepare for the approaching dawn, but instead you feel frozen in place beneath his gaze.

“Good,” he says, making no a move to pull away, either.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline still working its way out of your system, or the way that his hands sliding up your forearms makes you shiver, or the heady musk of sweat and cologne mixing with the warmth of your bodies in the close space, but when you do move it’s not to pull away.  Instead you tighten your fists in the fabric of his shirt and when you tug he immediately responds, crowding closer until your back is flush against the wall behind you.

Keeping his eyes on yours his hands drop to your waist before sliding slowly around the curve of your hips, and when he tugs you against him you gasp when you feel the stiffening curve of his erection pressing into your abdomen.

He leans in close enough that his lips brush the crest of your ear, and though his breath is hot on your skin his words raise goosebumps along your neck.

“Would you like your distraction now?”

You can hear the smile curling around the sweet tease of his words, and you hum an affirmation, unable to help the roll your hips against his arousal.

“What was that?” 

There’s a sharper edge to his voice when he prompts you again.

“Yes,” you say more firmly, startled by how he’s managed to drop your guard and stoke your need so quickly, the warm ache between your thighs swelling from his proximity and a few simple words.

Pulling back, a hand moves to cup your cheek as you look at him through hooded eyes, a thumb sliding under your chin to tilt your face up and then his mouth is closing over yours, full lips surprisingly soft as they drag across yours in a teasing slide, and just when you feel the faint flick of his tongue and you part your lips to deepen the kiss, he pulls away. 

For a long moment time seems to hang suspended in the sharp blue of his eyes, and then as if drawn by a magnet it’s you that’s moving and your mouth is on his again, your own tongue flicking against the seam of his lips and you sigh when he parts them. 

The kiss quickly deepens as you run your hands over the broad muscle of his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck as his tongue swirls against yours, licking deeper and growling into your mouth when your hips start to roll against him more urgently. It’s not long before your touch grows frantic, both of you seeking more, fingers blindly grasping at fabric and tugging at buttons until his shirt hangs open, forgoing yours entirely as he tugs it up over your head before pulling you back against him, a hand sliding beneath your bra to cup your breast as he kisses you breathless in a growing fervor of tongues and teeth, 

When you try to lift your leg but your skirt stops you he tugs at the hem, pulling it up until it’s bunched around your middle and when you hitch your leg around his waist he grabs your hips in his hands, your cunt throbbing as he grinds you against the rough denim covering the now very prominent ridge of his cock.

Then suddenly his tattooed hand is finding its way between your bodies and sliding down to find the juncture of your legs, your mouth dropping open with a helpless moan when his fingers press the damp fabric against your sex.

“How are you feeling now, love?” He pants against your lips, his teasing words now rough with lust “Dis-distracted.” You huff a breathless laugh.

"That’s good,” he hums. “But you’re going to have to be quieter than that. You wouldn’t want to wake the other passengers, now, would you?”

His fingers press more firmly now, the friction of the slick fabric against your clit has you biting back a moan as you buck into his touch.

Taking a steadying breath you glance at the door before flicking your eyes back to his and shaking your head, No. 

With a pleased look his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, keeping his eyes fixed on yours as his fingers part you, sliding through your already damp folds and down to your entrance and you bite your lip as just the tip of his finger presses into you, gathering your arousal before sliding back up to nudge against your clit.

Then he does it again, fingers only swirling against the sensitive bud for a few seconds before dipping back down to find more of your slick, tracing and re-tracing the path along your sex until you’re trembling, and maybe it’s the altitude but you’re startled by how quickly you feel your orgasm building just from his teasing touch.

“Oh my god, I-” You whimper.

“What, love?” He asks, a teasing lilt to his words, but he must take pity on your desperation because his focus is only on your clit now, pressing firmly and quickly picking up on your needy rhythm as you rock against his hand, a shaky whisper squeaking from your throat.

“So close, oh my god oh-”

One of your hands flies up to your mouth to stifle the moans you can no longer hold back, faintly aware of rough words whispered into the space where you hover between anticipation and ecstasy, Let go, just like that. And then all of your thoughts are wiped away, eyes squeezing shut as your body tenses in bliss and you come hard, swells of pleasure surging out from the point where his fingers firmly coax your writhing hips to take what you need. 

His hand stays pressed against you even as the waves start to soften, feeling the aftershocks that continue to ripple through your cunt as your body relaxes and you drift back to awareness, and only when you go limp, your hand dropping from your mouth with a sigh does he release your thigh and remove his hand from between your legs. 

Though you’re still unfocused and trying to catch your breath, when his hands move to his belt your eyes follow, watching as he unbuckles it and then lowers the zipper, pushing his underwear and jeans down together until his cock bobs free, thick and glossy with precum at the tip. You lick your lips at the sight and he smirks at your greedy stare, stroking himself lazily a few times, smearing you along his length with the hand that was just between your legs.

Then without warning he grabs your waist, turning and pushing you forward and you have to quickly brace yourself against the wall as rough hands push your panties down around your thighs, and you hear a hitch in his breathing behind you as he grips your ass, slowly massaging and spreading you open.

“I’m going to fuck you now, alright love?” 

It’s a question that’s not really a question at all, but his rumbled words have you instinctively arching yourself into his hands and when you look back over your shoulder you go breathless, the blue of his eyes ocean deep and rough at the edges as he takes in the sight of your exposed sex. 

“Can see how wet you are,” he murmurs, seemingly to himself as he finds your soaked entrance again, and you barely manage to hold back a moan when he slowly slides a thick finger into your tight heat.

“Yes, you certainly seemed to like that, didn’t you?” 

His words are maddening but you’re unable to help the shuddering gasp when he adds a second finger, continuing to pump deep into you until his hand is shining with you.

“Shhh, listen," he hushes, and you bite your lip as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, the soft wet sounds of the slide and suck of them every time they sink into you obscene in the small space. “Already so messy, but I want to know how much more of a mess you’ll make when I’m fucking you on my cock.” 

You whine at the loss as he withdraws his fingers from you, using them again to slick himself with your arousal before pressing forward, and you tremble with anticipation when you feel the thick head slide through your folds to line up with your entrance.

The grip of his prosthetic hand on your hip is strong as he holds you in place, the thought fighting it’s way through the lust that it’s more than just what it seems - and that you should probably be concerned by that - but you can’t seem to find the will to care when his cock starts slowly sinking into you. 

Your eyelids flutter and you have no control over the gritted moan that escapes from your throat as he stretches you open, and he quickly moves his other hand to cover your mouth.

“I’d love nothing more than to make you cry out til you’re hoarse,” he growls between clenched teeth. “To find out what pretty sounds you make when you’re desperate. But right now I need you to be good for me and stay quiet. Can you do that, love?”

You’re not actually sure if you can, but the only clear thought in your mind is that you need him to keep going, so you nod against the resistance of his hand. 

Feeling your agreement he releases your mouth and moves both hands back to your hips, continuing the slow slide of his cock into you. Just barely managing to tamp down the sounds he’s drawing from your throat you once again focus on taking deep, shaky breaths as your fingers grasp at nothing on the wall, and even though the aching stretch of him is almost too much all you can think is that you want more.

Laying your palms flat you brace yourself against the wall and push back, rocking your hips to encourage him deeper, but he’s thick and even with your effort there's not enough leverage in this position to take him as deep as you want to.

However that doesn’t seem to stop him from letting you try.

"You can do better than that, can't you?” His words are an infuriating tease. “Don't you want to take all of it?"

You know he can sense how frustrated you’re getting as you continue to move, but he's still keeping himself just far enough back that you struggle to take him deeper. 

“Don’t you want to make me?” You grit back, startled by the low heat of your words.

“Careful, love. I’m not sure that you want me to ‘make you’.” 

His words are black as pitch as fingers dig roughly into the flesh of your hips, your cunt fluttering around his cock at the warning in his voice.

“Ohhh, but look at that.” he sighs, suddenly. ”Aren’t you a sight.”

Your movements falter, confusion interrupting your frustration until a hand grips your chin and turns your head toward the far wall so that your eyes fall on your disheveled reflections in the small mirror there, gasping as you take in the image of yourself, glassy-eyed and panting and still desperately trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock.

When you meet his eyes through the mirror a slow grin spreads across his lips, and then his hand moves to cover your mouth again.

Your brows knit in confusion since you thought that you had managed to keep mostly quiet, but you only have a second to wonder what he's doing when without warning he thrusts hard, pulling you roughly back onto his cock at the same time and stifling your cry of surprise behind his hand as he finally buries himself all the way to the hilt.

"I know, shhh, it's alright, love,” he pants against your cheek. “Wanted me to make you, yeah?”

A muffled moan is your only response as he uses the hand that’s over your mouth to keep your head pressed back against his shoulder, then just barely pulling out of you he grips your hip tight with his prosthetic hand and thrusts back into you.

“Christ you feel so fucking good.” he grits out, rutting into you harder, and the fact that you can tell he's fighting to keep his own groans under control makes the bloom of pleasure in your cunt deepen as he fills you again and again, unable to hold back the whining pant in your throat at every jolt of his hips against your ass.

You try to brace your hands more firmly against the wall but your elbows buckle as he leans into you, thrusting hard, and you hold yourself on your forearms instead, hearing a delicious grunt in your ear every time he bottoms out. The muscles of your cunt begin to tighten, the angle and the deep friction of his cock grinding against the sensitive spot behind your clit sending white hot sparks beneath your eyelids, and you feel like if you could just get your fingers on your clit you’d be there.

You manage to steady yourself on one arm as the other hand reaches desperately down between your legs, the brush of your fingers over your clit rough and unsteady as he continues to fuck you but it doesn’t matter, it only takes a few circling swipes and every sense is tightening its focus on his cock and your fingers.

“Are you going to come for me again?” His growled whisper stutters with the rhythm of his thrusts.

But even if his hand wasn’t over your mouth  you couldn’t have responded, your only thought the breathless pressure of your climax rising higher and higher, blinding you to anything else as your vision goes grey at the edges and your body spasms around and against him, a desperate moan shuddering through your chest as your orgasm finally overtakes you. 

Not letting up he continues to fuck you through it, every stroke of his cock achingly deep, but it’s not long before you feel his rhythm start to falter and with a final few thrusts he stills, the tight grip of his fingers digging into your jaw until you feel the throb of his cock as he comes, shaking against you and biting back a guttural sound as he spends himself deep in your cunt. The last waves of your climax have you still clenching around him, and while the movement of his hips slows he keeps himself buried in you as deep as possible so that you can do nothing but take every last drop.

You gasp to catch your breath when he releases your mouth and finally collapses against you. Pressing you into the wall he pants into your hair, the weight of him almost helping to keep you upright while your body is still shaky and unsteady.

After a few long moments like this you eventually feel him shift and pull back, both of you biting back one last moan as he slowly slides out of you, finding yourself aching at the loss.

“You go out first,” you say, still slightly breathless. “I'm..I need a second to clean up.”

“No, you don’t.” 

His tone is casual, and you don't really understand. 

“Um, after that? Yeah, I do.” You laugh a little, assuming that he’s joking.

“No. You don't.” He repeats firmly and turns to face you, a glint of gold flashing through his grin as he finishes buttoning his shirt. “Because that wasn’t your distraction.”

“It’s...what?” You stammer, still trying to figure out what he’s getting at.

“Your distraction,” he continues, stepping back into your space “will be feeling my cum leaking out of you for the rest of the flight.”

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open in shock.

“Maybe it’ll soak through your panties. Start dripping down your legs as you walk around serving coffee, and you’ll have to act like I didn’t fill your needy little cunt.”

“Jesus Christ,” you pant. “What...who the hell are you?” It’s all you manage to get out as your mind swirls at his words.

He doesn’t answer your question, but when his expression darkens you can almost hear the words he doesn’t say: Maybe it’s best you don’t know, love.

“You should get dressed.” His eyes flick pointedly to where your panties are still down around your thighs, your skin flushing with embarrassed heat as he patiently watches you finally absorb his meaning, but something in his smirk has a swell of defiance surging through you, and perhaps there’s another kind of heat there as well.

Doing your best to fix a neutral expression on your face you keep your eyes on his as you slowly pull the garment back up before tugging your skirt down from where it’s bunched around your waist. Finally you pull your shirt back on, straightening and smoothing everything back into place as best you can before quickly fixing your hair.

Once you’ve tucked your flyaways behind your ears you meet his eyes again with an expectant arch of your brow.

“Ladies first,” he says with a sly grin and gestures towards the door.

* * * * * * * * * *

He was right, and you’re not sure how you feel about it. 

There was more turbulence just before landing prep but you don’t feel the spike of adrenaline that you had before, as if the circuit of anxiety had been interrupted. Instead all you can think about is the slick warmth growing between your thighs with every step you take, and every time you glance at him he’s watching you, a persistent thrum of heat low in your belly at the knowing smile that curls the corner of his lips

About two months later, on the same long-haul flight from Johannesburg to Corfu, you’ve started walking the drink cart down the aisle when you catch a glimpse of a tattooed arm leaning on the armrest. 

It could be anyone, you reason. Lots of people have tattoos.

You pretend that you’re not eager to reach the seat, but as you approach your breath quickens when the distinct arc of ink running up his neck and beneath a fresh undercut comes into view.

“Hello, love,” he greets you with a familiar grin. 

Heat slides through your core when you hear the voice that’s haunted your dreams for weeks, and you try to keep your words steady as you repeat the practiced refrain.

“What can I get for you today, sir?” 

“I have something for you, actually,” he replies, reaching a hand into his pocket and withdrawing a folded slip of paper, holding it up for you to take. 

After a beat you pluck it from between his fingers, opening it to see an address that you recognize as a hotel not far from the airport. And a name.

Ulysses Klaue.

Somehow unsurprised that he would have a name like that, you meet his eyes as you tuck the paper into the pocket of your jacket.

“Your drink order, then..Mr. Klaue?”

“Whiskey, please. And call me Ulysses, love.”

You bite back a smile as you move to serve the next passenger, wondering if you’ll have to wait the full fifteen hour flight to feel his hand between your legs again.

But judging by the glint in his eyes when you look back at him, you having a feeling that you won’t.

A/N: As always, thank you so very much for reading, and I hope that you enjoyed reader's smutty little adventure in the sky. 😉

[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

OK, deleting my previous reblog because I have one or two thoughts:

I get what you’re saying but the main problem I see here is that we don’t know what Bruce saw when Wanda used her magic on him.

Um, all due respect, but what does that have to do with anything? I actually have a few theories on what she may have shown him: if we go by Bruce’s comic backstory she might’ve shown him the memory of his father murdering his mother, or if we go by the MCU alone she might’ve shown him a vision of himself being experimented on by Ross’s scientists. I think either one of those would have triggered the Hulk. 

It’s also worth noting that later on Bruce says that Johannesburg was the first time the world saw the “real” Hulk, whatever that means, so even if Wanda was in fact trying to wake him up (which I don’t believe for a second), how would she know what he was going to do if that’s the case?

And Wanda was the catalyst but… just how much control did she truly have?

I feel like in a trial, the fact that she caused it at all is enough to condemn her. I’ve seen a lot of the posts you’ve shared about redemption and punishment and why they are not necessarily intertwined, but regardless of intent, she did indirectly cause the disaster. It’s the same problem as Westview; how much does intent truly matter when the consequences were so catastrophic?

With the others all she did was show them their fears, that’s all. She wasn’t controlling them, she wasn’t managing their actions, she didn’t point them in the direction of anybody in order to hurt them – and let’s not forget she managed to use her magic on Thor. If she wanted to cause damage and kill people, she would have controlled him, not Bruce.

This I very much agree with. It’s worth noting that the Hulk’s eyes aren’t even red during the battle, so whatever Wanda showed him had faded away by the time he had run 300 miles to reach Johannesburg. It’s also worth noting that per what we see later in the film, she has to be concentrating directly on a person to be controlling their actions (which also serves as a defense for her in Westview as she was clearly not focusing on the townsfolk, but I digress), and even though we don’t see her during the battle, I find it extremely hard to believe she was puppeting the Hulk the whole time, as that would not make any sense.

Then there’s the fact that at no point in previous actions during AoU did neither Wanda nor Pietro hurt innocents. So, Johannesburg kind of exists in a vacuum here.

Doylist reasoning aside, this is true; as we’ve discussed before, it makes zero sense that Wanda would want to cause such mass destruction, so even though the circumstances (what “the plan” was, what Wanda meant to do, and how much control she may or may not have had) are very vague, from a character standpoint it is reasonable to infer that she didn’t mean for the Hulk to even be woken up, as everyone else, including Thor, was rendered inactive by her illusions.

don’t know if I would call that narrative protection though because I don’t see the intent in protecting her, if you know what I mean. I just think they left it vague for no reason

Actually, I don’t know what you mean. Was the complete disregarding of Johannesburg beyond Bruce’s hatred of Wanda later on not done to handwave the fact that she had a hand in the carnage? Maybe it was done with less intent than that, but it is the vibe I get. 

Perhaps there is one scene where she does get some form of protection and that’s her moment with Clint in Sokovia where he literally tells her that it doesn’t matter what happened in the past, if she helps them she’s a hero.

Despite the fact that it led to Clint and Wanda’s beautiful friendship, that scene is one of the worst-written bits of AoU imo. If you ask me, Clint should’ve said something like “OK, so maybe this is your fault, but you can make it right by fighting alongside us.” As is we more or less have to infer that that was Wanda’s mindset when she stepped out and joined the battle (which I absolutely believe it was).

However, just for the record, I would argue that it isn't her fault. When she let Tony take the scepter, she was hoping that the vision she showed him would make him feel inadequate and lead to him trying to recreate Strucker's experiments on himself, since as far as she knows, that's the only thing the scepter can do. She didn't even give him the idea for Ultron; he got it by looking at his own suits in Strucker's lab before she even touched him. He says as much to Bruce, and never cites the illusion as a reason to anyone (even when he does to Fury it feels more like an excuse than anything else).

All the victims in Johannesburg are completely disregarded and if anything that is used to make the heroes sympathetic, so yeah…. that wasn’t exactly a good call and they could have handled it a bit better, maybe with Wanda reaching out and helping in some way. But again, she should have been joined by both Bruce and Stark in that.

I would argue that Bruce is blameless, but Tony should definitely have reached out, as his recklessness with the Hulkbuster armor definitely caused more damage than it would have if he had just lured Hulk out of the city. 

Really, all of this is an entirely moot point, because Wanda was narratively redeemed for her actions in AoU long ago, and I doubt they will ever be brought up in-universe again (not that fanfic writers won’t keep dredging it up to demonize her, but whatever).

OK, so Breckstonevalskier has spoken many times about how Wanda is never given anywhere near the same level of narrative protection for Westview that most other MCU characters are for the sketchy things they do.

While this is exceedingly true, we just recently had this exchange:

You can see what I'm saying, right? Was the only reason we the audience allowed Wanda to have a second chance because she was given narrative protection for Johannesburg, even if it wasn't 100% her fault? This is troubling me, probably more than it should since it's a moot point anyway, but I don't want to feel like a hypocrite for complaining that other characters get narrative protection but not caring when my girl got it.

I get what you're saying but the main problem I see here is that we don't know what Bruce saw when Wanda used her magic on him. All the others had their worst fears shown to them (going back to the Red Room, PTSD, another invasion and the demise of Asgard), so... what was Bruce's worst fear? We don't really know much about his life pre-Hulk so it's anybody's guess.

With that in mind... it's tough to apply responsibility here. We know Bruce had no control over what Hulk did or didn't do so I really don't want to blame him. Hulk's agency is a little tougher to discuss. And Wanda was the catalyst but... just how much control did she truly have?

With the others all she did was show them their fears, that's all. She wasn't controlling them, she wasn't managing their actions, she didn't point them in the direction of anybody in order to hurt them -- and let's not forget she managed to use her magic on Thor. If she wanted to cause damage and kill people, she would have controlled him, not Bruce.

Then there's the fact that at no point in previous actions during AoU did neither Wanda nor Pietro hurt innocents. So, Johannesburg kind of exists in a vacuum here.

I'd say this is mostly AoU's fault for not addressing this properly. I don't know if I would call that narrative protection though because I don't see the intent in protecting her, if you know what I mean. I just think they left it vague for no reason, and she does get confronted by Bruce later on. Is that enough? Dunno. Since it's a difficult situation to judge I'm not sure.

Perhaps there is one scene where she does get some form of protection and that's her moment with Clint in Sokovia where he literally tells her that it doesn't matter what happened in the past, if she helps them she's a hero. All the victims in Johannesburg are completely disregarded and if anything that is used to make the heroes sympathetic, so yeah.... that wasn't exactly a good call and they could have handled it a bit better, maybe with Wanda reaching out and helping in some way. But again, she should have been joined by both Bruce and Stark in that.

[diana--williams]

English movies 2015-2005

The Age of Adeline

Fifty shades of grey

Tomorrowland

Crimson Peak

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 2

The Martian

The Intern

Brooklyn

Goosebumps

Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials

Insurgent (The Divergent series)

Jupiter Ascending

Cinderella

Tangerine

Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation

The Boy Next Door

Minions

Inside Out

Fantastic Four

Ant Man

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Jurassic World

Pan

The DUFF

The Good Dinosaur

Home

Hotel Transylvania 2

Paddington

Love, Rosie

Seventh Son

Kingsman: The Secret Service

Victor Frankenstein

UnIndian

The Man who knew Infinity

X Men: Days of the Future Past

The Fault in Our Stars

Vampire Academy

Maleficent

Divergent

The Maze Runner

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Dracula Untold

Lucy

I, Frankenstein

Mr. Peabody and Sherman

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1

300: Rise of an Empire

Interstellar

Kingsman: The Secret Service

The Amazing Spiderman 2

Rio 2

The Theory of Everything

Guardians of the Galaxy

Godzilla

That Awkward Moment

Transformers: Age of Extinction

Big Hero 6

How to Train your Dragon 2

Step up: All in

Annabelle

Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb

Seventh Son

The Mortal Instruments: The City of Bones

The Conjuring

Oblivion

Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

Man of Steel

Oz, The Great and Powerful

Gravity

Frozen

Wild

Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters

G. I. Joe: Retaliation

Jack the Giant Slayer

Iron Man 3

Star Trek Into the Darkness

The Croods

The Wolverine

Thor: The Dark World

Epic

Now You See Me

Monster's University

The Smurfs 2

Despicable Me 2

Safe Haven

Romeo and Juliet

The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 2

Journey 2: The Mysterious Island

Snow White and the Huntsman

Pitch Perfect

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

The Amazing Spider-man

Mirror Mirror

Step Up: Revolution

The Hunger Games

Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter

Life of Pi

The Avengers

Brave

Rise of the Guardians

Hotel Transylvania

Underworld: Awakening

Dr. Seuss' The Lorax

Taken 2

Madagascar 3: Europe's Most Wanted

Ice Age: Continental Drift

Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance

John Carter

Titanic 3D

Monsters Inc.

Finding Nemo

The Twilight Saga: The Breaking Dawn Part 1

Crazy, Stupid, Love

I am Number Four

Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows

Beastly

Sucker Punch

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1

Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol

Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides

The Art of Getting By

Rio

Hugo

Real Steel

Green Lantern

Thor

Captain America: The First Avenger

X-Men: First Class

The Smurfs

Kung Fu Panda 2

Transformers: Dark of the Moon

The Adventures of Tintin

No Strings Attached

Jane Eyre

Mars Needs Moms

Prom

Hanna

Monte Carlo

Colombiana

Puss In Boots

Happy Feet 2

Two Brothers

The Twilight Saga: Eclipse

The Twilight Saga: New Moon

Twilight

Remember Me

Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief

Alice in Wonderland

Black Swan

Salt

Barbie in a Mermaid Tale

How to Train Your Dragon

Love and Other Drugs

Despicable Me

The Last Airbender

Tangled

Clash of the Titans

The Losers

Piranha 3D

Iron Man 2

Tron: Legacy

Shrek Forever After

Megamind

Toy Story 3

The Spy Next Door

Legion

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time

The Karate Kid

Knight and Day

The Sorcerer's Apprentice

Flipped

Step Up 3D

Eat Pray Love

Nanny McPhee and the big bang

Avatar

Barbie: A Fashion Fairytale

Resident Evil: After Life

Its Kind of a Funny Story

Easy A

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

The Tourist

Gulliver's Travels

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

Orphan

Sherlock Holmes

Angels and Demons

The Da Vinci Code

The Proposal

17 Again

Confessions of a Shopaholic

Up

Land of the Lost

Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs

Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian

Underworld: Rise of the Lycans

Star Trek

X-Men Origins: Wolverine

G. I. Joe : The Rise of the Cobra

Bride Wars

Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen

Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li

Inkheart

Taken

Astro Boy

2012

The Princess and the Frog

The Young Victoria

Dorian Gray

What Happens in Vegas

Step Up 2: The Streets

Journey to the Center of the Earth

10,000 BC

Wanted

Wall-E

Ironman

The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian

The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

Kung Fu Panda

The Incredible Hulk

The Day the Earth Stood Still

The Eye

Babylon A.D.

Hellboy II: The Golden Army

Scorpion King 3

The Scorpion King 2: Rise of a Warrior

Dr. Seuss' Horton Hears a Who!

Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa

The Forbidden Kingdom

Hancock

Slumdog Millionaire

Bolt

The Golden Compass

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

Ghost Rider

Evan Almighty

Music and Lyrics

National Treasure: Book of Secrets

Enchanted

Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer

Shrek the third

Spider-man 3

Ratatouille

Alvin and the Chipmunks

Alvin and the Chipmunks: Chipwrecked

Transformers

300

Resident Evil: Extinction

Step Up

The Devil wears Prada

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

Night at the Museum

Monster House

Mission Impossible III

Ultraviolet

Ice Age: The Meltdown

Just My Luck

X-Men: The Last Stand

The Ant Bully

Underworld: Evolution

Eragon

Happy Feet

The Pursuit of Happyness

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

Constantine

Pride and Prejudice

King Kong

Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Aeon Flux

Sky High

Madagascar

Fantastic Four

The Son of the Mask

Tom and Jerry: Blast off to Mars

The Ring Two

She's the Man

[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

As much as I love Clint and Wanda’s friendship, I can absolutely see the logic here. Bruce coming around to Wanda (or at least accepting that she isn’t a monster) would have done wonders for the fandom’s perception of her.

There were two separate opportunities to do that: the one mentioned above, or in Infinity War when everyone goes back to the Avengers Compound. But nope; Wanda and Bruce never so much as look at each other, nor does Bruce question why Wanda is a full-on member of the team even though from his POV Age of Ultron was a week ago at most.

[ploncc]

Outside of pure preference for one character over the other, I think a lot of why people were on Team Cap or Team Ironman had less to do with which side people fell on in terms of their personal squabbles (which, for the record, had no right answer. people are messy like that. watch merry christmas mr lawrence, have some feelings, and do therapy about it), and a lot more to do with whether people were engaging from a doylist or watsonian viewpoint.

From a doylist standpoint, having random ass people with the powers to kill pretty much anyone with very few means to stop them are...uh...you know, kind of a scary thought. That would, maybe, be less scary if the government had some level of control over them. Or, even better, if they agreed to follow the rulings of some body of officials!

From a watsonian view, the governing bodies have been incredibly corrupt at almost every turn within the movies. I mean shit, Hydra just got revealed like two years earlier, and you really want people to put their full undivided trust in government after that???

However.

Why.

the FUCK.

Is this the conversation being had?

After Avengers (2012), the fandom decided that hey, you know what? We love the action.

AND, you know what we also love?? All the emotional shit. All the context. All the little nerdy philosophical moving bits.

Remember the whole avengers tower stuff? All the little shorts people had ideas for that got incredibly popular and were an exploration of what happens after the action was over? The commitment to acknowledge what happens after the dust had settled, not because it was potentially marketable, but because it made the stories more satisfying? Because it made sense with the characters?

And then after Winter Soldier? Pretty much all people were talking about was 1). Cleaning up after Hydra and 2). saving Bucky Barnes. So, you know, more philosophy, more emotional shit, more context, more small moving bits.

And then, instead, we got Civil War, which was a great movie to watch and was certainly engaging given that Team Ironman or Team Cap are phrases that can STILL set people off (which may also be linked to people's residual feelings about the U.S. 2016 elections which were similarly polarizing and definitely wasn't used as a marketing ploy at all), but somehow managed to sidestep responsibility for almost every single pre-existing storyline. It chose, to no one's surprise, to try and make as much money as possible, catering to the widest, most general audience possible instead of to what made sense. And because it's engaging, because its a movie, which is relatively short and intense when compared to say, a book, it was (and still is) able to focus your attention onto the problems in the movie until you forgot the bigger picture even exists.

And here's the thing, okay?

That was the company's decision. If you make something using the same principles, then that's your own prerogative. We can't control what other artists do with their own damn works.

We can't control what other artists do with their own damn works and that's fine. Good, actually. Healthy.

But we sure as hell can control where we take the conversation afterwards. And personally? I'm a lot more interested in talking about the fact that Marvel took Stark, whose movies deal a lot with personal responsibility when you've been put in power in a system that unfairly privileged you to the direct detriment and harm of others among other things, and Rogers, whose movies frankly deal with an absurd amount of philosophical bullshit ranging from public vs. private self to safety vs. freedom, and decided to simplify them into angry, bitter people to be more marketable during a period of high political unrest and make more money.

[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

The Maximoff twins join and serve Hydra for an unknown number of years, practicing using their powers on people?

Not in the slightest.

Wanda and Pietro volunteered for Strucker’s experiments because they were desperate to be able to defend their home. That is where their affiliation (if you can even call if that) with him ended. They did not “serve Hydra” as you claim, and frankly I think it’s asinine that you even suggested that.

And even leaving their motives aside, they were recruited before the events of Winter Soldier where Hydra was revealed, and by the time there was any way for the twins to know what Strucker and his men were it was already too late to escape.

All of that is clearly detailed here, and while the canonicity of this comic is debatable at best since Endgame directly contradicts it, the idea is bolstered by this scene right here:

Oh, and of course you went and dragged out the “Wanda and Pietro practiced their powers on innocents” argument. There is literally zero evidence for that, and given the only people they could have been “practicing on” were their fellow Sokovians, the very people they were trying to protect, there is no way that is true at all.

[OK sure, Wanda had to learn about her mental abilities somehow, but I doubt Strucker was letting his men be her test subjects, as loyal Hydra operatives were in short supply, and again, there is no way she was practicing on her countrymen, so it’s not really clear who she could have tested it out on. Pietro maybe?]

 All on Strucker to the point that Steve is willing to attack Tony with deadly force on sight without asking what is going on at Wanda’s say so. That’s how trustworthy and immediately innocent she is because it wasn’t her, it was Hydra. (And no, her situation is actually miles from Bucky Barnes, but the quote fits.)

That is... not even close to what happened in that scene. A lot of people have this weird Mandela Effect where they think that Steve was actively trying to kill Tony, when the two of them never so much as make physical contact in that scene. Steve is exclusively going for Tony’s tech so he can’t finish the power surge. And even the twins by that point were trying to be good, so they weren’t going to try and kill either.

Here is the scene if you don't believe me. Steve clearly throws his shield at the computers, not at Tony, so the idea that he was actively trying to kill him is insane.

Sorry, got a little angry there. But man am I ever getting sick of these points being made.

🤨🤨

I'm sick of people blaming Wanda instead of accepting that MoM was clearly massive character shift and poorly written. Wanda's not real, she is a fictional character at the whims of the writing. When previous story ended with Wanda giving up her own happiness for the sake of others to indiscriminately murdering anyone to get what she wants that's not consistent or quality writing. Putting redemption aside for the moment what I want is that character derailment rectified.

[ninewheels]

With the exception of giving Jeffrey Wright more to do, this week’s episode of What If? basically played as a Weakest Hits--every problem from previous episodes rolled into one. 1) Stilted voice acting from movie actors, 2) bland voice acting from the soundalikes who lack the movie actors’ charisma, 3) huge logistical leaps for plot convenience which wouldn’t matter so much if there weren’t 4) an emphasis on plot over story or characterization, 5) trying too hard with the banter to keep a lightness of tone when something more serious would suit the narrative better, 6) a hundred cameos crowbarred in for fan-service whether or not it suits the story or tone (which it did in Star-Lord T’Challa and Party Thor), 7) cliffhanger ending, though it gets a pass on this one because it’s actually getting followed up on next week.

The Doctor Strange episode is really the one episode to dodge all of these bullets, but of course they’re gonna sully that to bring him back as a Defender of the Multiverse or whatever’s happening next week, and like, a story can just be a story on its own without having to tie itself to every other story, y’all.

Edit: Part of the thing with both plot and story is that they need a beginning, middle, and end, and a lot of these episodes have been all middle, with maybe a bit of beginning.

[elcorhamletlive]

do you think tony regrets his actions in civil war (and aou with ultron)? based on my watching of endgame it doesn't seem so, although i could just be embittered by his stans being like tONy wAS rIGHT. him giving back the shield seemed kind of hollow with his whole refrain of "i told you time travel would be dANGerOUS" (sorry this is probably obnoxious to read)

I think he does. I think we are clearly shown this in both movies. In Ultron, he regrets his actions so much he leaves the team entirely, and the guilt he feels over Ultron’s destruction carries over to CW, being, imo, one of the reasons he welcomes the Accords with open arms. I know there’s no actual conversation about it, but I think this is a problem in the movie’s script, which, imo, doesn’t handle Tony’s arc very well (the conversation he has with Fury in the barn should have been had with the other Avengers, who never actually learn what motivated Tony to make Ultron in the first place). When we look at Tony’s actions, though, I see clear regret.

Then in Civil War, when he goes to Siberia to help Steve, ignoring Ross’ orders, and then ignores Ross’ phone call to let team Cap escape, that to me shows that, even if he still might think the Accords are a good idea/a necessary evil, he does regret signing them as immediately as he did. I also think he explicitly regrets not listening to Steve about Bucky’s innocence wrt the bombing and the supersoldier threat, and I think this is made clear in his conversation with Sam.

Wrt the fight in Siberia, I don’t think Tony regrets blowing up with Steve, even if that ultimately almost cost them Zemo, because I think he feels very hurt by his actions and feels justified in attacking him for it. I also think the fight in itself should be seen in the context of it being a superhero movie - i.e., both Steve and Tony fight people for a living, so a fight betweem them is not as big of a thing as it would be betweem normal human beings (I say this mainly because I’ve seen the “omg violence!!” argument used against both of them in discourse about this moment, and I always find it a dumb point to raise in an action franchise).

I also think Tony regrets trying to kill Bucky, and is ultimately a little relieved Steve stopped him from actually doing it. This is mostly headcanon, as the Tony x Bucky conflict is never truly addressed or resolved in the MCU, but I think it makes sense because the reason it’s never addressed is because the true conflict was between Tony and Steve. Even if Tony does target Bucky (and he clearly does, I don’t think there’s an argument to be made against that), I think his emotions are highly affected at the moment because of the hurt he feels over Steve. I know the Russos have said they believe Tony would have attempted to kill Bucky regardless of how he heard it, but I think even if this happened, it wouldn’t be with as much determination as it did in Siberia.

This point is getting a little long, but, basically, I think Tony did regret trying to murder Bucky, in the years between CW and IW. Tony is a good person, so I don’t see any reason to think he wouldn’t regret that.

About the time travel comment: I don’t see that as going against the symbolic action of giving back the shield. I think it’s mostly bantering - of course my Stony eyes get in my way, but even without them, I think Tony is clearly nervous in this scene, and something Tony does a lot when he’s nervous is to attempt to rile up people with unrelated comments. I think this is kind of what he tries to do to Steve at a few points in the conversation - not to piss him off or anything, but to place some distance in between them when what he’s actually doing is lowering many, many barriers betweem both of them. 

I would also point out, about this scene, that giving the shield back is really not something Tony needed to do in order to help the team with the time heist - it’s not something anyone asks of him. It’s literally just something he decides to do to reach out and make peace between him and Steve. He could just show up, go straight inside and not take the shield with him at all - based on Steve’s reluctance in accepting it, I think it’s safe to say he wouldn’t have asked for it - but he decides to give it back to Steve anyway, and to contradict his own words at the bunker (”you don’t deserve that shield, my father made that shield” vs “he made it for you”). I think the scene is the opposite of hollow, and it’s more than an olive branch - it’s a proof of trust.

Anyway, I’m SORRY for this huge response, anon, I just wanted to touch in every point you raised and explain my feelings about it. I do my best to avoid the Tony fandom precisely because the discourse that prevails in this space is so distant from my vision of Tony that, if I engage with it, I end up becoming embittered towards him too, which is not something I want. I think this subfandom has a highly distorted view of Tony and of the MCU canon as a whole, and staying away from it is the best policy - for me, at least.

[citizen-of-the-fandom]

The last paragraph is all 'not to worry- Disney has the rights to the X-Men now so we can add them to the MCU and THAT will fix things'

No. The problem is too much, too quickly, executed too badly, to the point where I don't want to watch anything Marvel anymore. They've become predictable roller coaster plots with terrible scripts and badly rushed special effects.

No big name star is going to fix that.

marvel watching their new quantity-over-quality projects flop, realizing exactly how hard they fumbled the bag on setting up an ongoing Avengers Team Movie Series and frantically being like “ok ok maybe we uhhHHHHH try to get the OG avengers back. the circa 2012-2016 mcu zeitgeist avengers those ones were popular we can bring back the interest” is so sad.

like babe do u think u can simply turn back the hands of time. do u think u can simply bring back the characters u killed off for shock value and expect the same level of engagement. more importantly do u think you can simply afford a 2023 robert downey jr

accept ur failure with grace. steve is in the 40s now & tony you CHOSE To Do That,

[snowinabottlearchived]

verses   tagdump  .   god  .   i  have   way   too   many  .

[kathylovescatsandbaking]

*cough*

[not-the-wife-of-kronos]

Oof