#avengers infinity's end

[aeterna-auroral-avenger]

Avengers: Infinity's End

Chapter 31 - Checkmate [AO3 link]

Summary - Tony survived snapping his own fingers. But someone else is now in mortal danger.

[antvnger]

//I'm glad that you aren't going to post 2 chapters at a time now because that means the fic will end faster and I don't want the fic to end fast lol. I want to enjoy it as long as possible

((This is probably the sweetest thing anyone could tell me about my fic, thank you!

I really didn’t want to give 2 at a time, but I didn’t want anyone who was actually reading it to feel cheated in only reading scenes from the movie that were tweaked for my purposes, you know? I just didn’t know how well that would go.

But! The groundwork has been laid well enough that we can go 1 at a time from here on out. And we’re like barely halfway through, so we’ve still got a ways to go!

I’m so glad you’re enjoying the fic! Thank you so much for your kind words! 🥰🥰🥰))

[adtmnt]

[scottxlogan]

"We're the Avengers, Man" Peter Parker (Spider-Man, Avengers Infinity War)

[spideyson-stuff]

During the moments before the fight against Thanos in Infinity War

*Parker seeing Strange and Tony arguing about the plan to beat Thanos*

*Quill seeing Drax and Mantis playing and arguing about something stupid*

*Parker and Quill look at each other*

Quill: We're gonna have to be the bigger person in this scenario, aren't we?

Parker: Yeah...

Quill: The universe is so lost...

Parker: Totally...

[asmutwriter]

My Angel (Part 1)

DESCRIPTION: You go about your day as usual. Getting some cash for your stolen items from the previous day. Little do you realise you may steal from the wrong person.

A/N - Header may change depending on how the story goes but for now I will keep it as this - enjoy

WORD COUNT: 2550

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WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of prostitution/sex, talk of low income, petty crime (stealing), a small fight if you squint (no one gets hurt), self defense

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

You let out a soft grumble. The thin sheet covering your body not doing much to keep you warm. The bare windows allowing the early morning sun to come in and tease your eyes open. You rub your face. Burrowing your head into the hard pillow.

"Come on. Get up" you mutter to yourself. Eyes stay shut as you push yourself up from the bed. Twisting your nude body to exit the bed covers. Finding your various clothing items you scatted on the floor from the events of last night. Picking up the small wad of cash your regular customer had set aside for you. Stuffing it into your bra before you bundle yourself with layers.

You walk in the brisk air. A breath leaving your lips in a cloud of fog. Ears turning red from the cold nipping at them. You'd forgotten your hat and now you were paying the price. Your hands were firmly planted into the pockets of your thick coat. Trying to gain the warmth from your palms and transfer it to your head. Plus you could hug your keys in your fist this way.

Sadly it was common for you to get cornered. You soon got used to dealing with it though. Your keys being a good choice. Couldn't be charged with a planned assault with keys. Knives and other weapons could be. But that's not the point. You get to your home. Unlocking the front door.

It wasn't much but its been your home for 4 years now. Nearly 5. Two rooms. One small one to the side for a toilet and shower. The other, bigger room. Containing a bed, fridge and sink. Once you lock the door behind you again you go over to the bed. Emptying your pockets (and bra) onto the brown blanket adorning the bed covers.

Two wallets, a necklace, plus the fifty you made last night. You sit on the bed. Going through the wallets. Giving an annoyed huff. "Great". You throw the leather onto the bed as well as the contents. "I've made an extra seven bucks and a Starbucks voucher". You give out an annoyed sigh. Bringing the item up. Looking at the faded cardboard. "What a shitty day" you mumble. Flopping down onto your bed. Head hitting the creaky mattress below. Fingers fiddling with the flimsy item still in hand. Picking at the rough edge of it. Glancing your eyes to the bedside clock. 7:07am. "Yep. A shitty day".

You give an annoyed groan. Your hands coming up and covering your eyes. "Fuck. Ok" you keep your eyes closed as you process your day out loud. "So bad start. Its ok. We have spare cash from last month that we can use for rent. We can go and get our-" you bring the card back up. Glancing at it through a squinted eye before flopping your hand back onto the bed. "Free coffee or hot beverage and decide what to do from there". You sit up. Bouncing to your feet as you grab a coat and remembering your hat.

Bounding to the door as you unlock it and swing it open. "Shit". You go back over. Grabbing the necklace too. The shiny silver being a harsh contrast to your grime covered fingers. Shoving the jewel into your coat pocket. "I can swing by Liam's before coffee. See how much this bad boys worth". You go out to the street. Locking your door behind you. Turning once again to start your confident stroll your foot meets a rather large and muddy puddle. Splattering up your leg. You stand still. Annoyance coursing through your veins. Giving out a shaky breath as you try to remain calm.

"I can see Liam after coffee" you correct yourself. Shoving your keys into your pocket, but making sure you have a firm grip around them as you stroll down a few blocks. Coming to the coffee shop in question. Going inside and getting your free beverage. They were so busy they ran out of clean mugs. So you settle for a large take out cup.

You find the only space you can in the small and mildly crowded shop. Briefly paying mind to the elderly woman you sit next to. The seat to your left being free still as you sip your drink and do some people watching. Looking out the large window in front of you. Completely in a world off your own it takes you a little while to process that someone is actually talking to you. Turning you meet a pair of blue eyes. A soft smile adorning his defined features. "Hmm?" you say softly. He smiles more.

"Can I sit here?" He repeats. You note his drink and food in hand. Giving a nod as you smile back up at him.

"Of course". He sits beside you. Watching as he sits down. You tilt your head slightly. He attempts to take a sip of his drink. Seeing the regret flash through his eyes as he burns his tongue. You try not to laugh. Giving a small smile as you start speaking. "I know most of the locals yet you I don't recognise. You must be new". He gives a small chuckle. "I'm Mia". He turns to look at you as you outstretch your hand. Taking it in yours.

"Steve"

"So what is a guy like you doing out here then, Steve?" He gives a small chuckle again. Shaking his head slightly.

"I'd rather not get into that at the moment" He faces you again. Eyes scanning your features. "How long have you lived here for?"

"What made you think I live here?"

"You said you recognise the locals. Only people who live in the area recognise locals. Its either that or a poor attempt at a pick up line". Now its your turn to give out a soft laugh. Sipping your coffee.

"Could it be both?" He smiles. Turning his head back to look out the window. "I've lived in the area for five years now. Well, five next week". His brow scrunches slightly. Turning to look at you.

"You are either way older then you look or you moved here when you were very young". You smile. Resting your head on your palm as you continue to look at him.

"I moved here when I was 17 but we don't need to get into all of that". You turn to look out the window. Drinking your drink as fond memories of your past flutter through your mind. Before everything turned dark and gloomy. You mentally shake yourself. Turning back to smile at him.

"So you're 22?" you give a small nod. Smiling as you quickly dart your eyes to his lips.

"Smart man". He smiles at the compliment. His eyes steady on yours. "How old are you then Mr Steve?" He gives a low chuckle.

"Too old for you" you smile. Turning back to your drink as you down the rest of your beverage.

"You're probably right. Besides-" Watching as you plop the now empty drink down onto the table. "You seem way to nice for me" you smile as you look at him. He turns his head. Looking at the table as a small smile and laugh escapes his lips. Your eyes quickly dart over his features. Giving out a small sigh before planting your hands onto the table.

"Right. Work calls" You push yourself up with your arms. He watches as you stand. "Its been lovely chatting with you but I got to go and make some money" he gives a low chuckle. Nodding as he smiles at you.

"Good luck" he says. A genuine kindness in his voice. You smile back. Picking up your empty take out mug you squeeze past him. Going to the bin. And hand going into his pocket. Swiping his wallet and pushing it up your sleeve as you head to the bin. Chucking it in before squeezing back past.

"Hope to see you around Mr Steve" he gives a small nod. Giving a small wave to you as you head out the door. He watches you out the glass window as you start walking to Liam's.

Going a few roads away from the cafe. Coming to a dodgy looking house. You go up. Giving it three hard knocks before stepping back. A few moments pass before the door opens. A scrawny man with a tattoo on his neck opens. White wife beater and grey sweatpants. He smiles as he removes the lit cigarette from his mouth.

"Mia!" he smiles at you. Eyes going so gracefully to your chest. "What do I owe this pleasure?" You smile. Bringing your lip between your teeth as you reach into your pocket. Taking out the necklace from your pocket. His eyes stop staring at your boobs as they go to your hand. Giving out a whistle as he nods.

"How much for this?" He places the smoke back into his mouth. Outstretching a hand. You place them into his palm. His hands also a harsh contrast of dirt to the delicate jewellery.

"20"

"Fuck off"

"Thats the best I can do"

"Its worth atleast 100". He gives a small chuckle. Looking back up at you.

"30"

"80"

"40"

"I ain't going lower then 50. I'm not an expert with jewels but those-" you motion to the item in his grasp. "Those are worth the big bucks. The kinds that kings and queens wear". He gives another soft chuckle. Leaning against the door with his back as he pushes it open. Grabbing out a wad of cash. Counting out the money loudly.

"$50" he hands you the money. You smile. Taking it from his hand. Undoing the zip of your coat slightly and managing to shove the money int your bra. His eyes watch as you zip the coat back up. "I'll give you an extra 30 if you come inside". You give a scoff. Shoving your hands back into your pockets. If you did then you would be able to pay off the next couple of weeks rent. Plus have some left over.

"50". He smiles. Hand still holding the roll of cash. He takes out the money you asked. Handing it to you. You go to take it. He moves the hand away. Smiling at you.

"100 if you let me do it raw".

"No way. I ain't risking that" He gives a chuckle. Nodding as he hands you the money. Moving aside as he motions with his hand for you to enter. This wasn't your first time doing this with Liam. You knew where to go to find his bedroom. Plus you knew what he liked so the ordeal was over and done with after ten minutes. Putting your clothes on as he rests in bed. Throwing your coat back on. 100 dollars firmly wedged between your bra and skin. You wish him farewell as you head out the door.

The smell of his cigarette smoke stuck to you. God you would need a shower when you get back. Thankfully you could afford the bill to have a nice hot shower so you deemed it as a necessity. You start to head back to your home. Walking down the alleyway. The one that was normally empty besides the odd drug deal. Today it was empty though. Your lucky day. You smile as you head to your home. Unlocking and opening the door.

You reach into your pocket. Taking out the wallet from your earlier swipe. Opening it. You think its strange that he didn't have an ID or anything but didn't think to much of it. Your mind was set of the cash. your gleeful smile turns to a frown as you open it up fully. "Fucks sake" you mutter. You take out the single note. Twenty bucks. Feeling the little zip part of the item and opening it. 43 cents. "Great. Handsome man is a broke bitch". You chuck the wallet onto the bed with the cash and coins.

"I really need a shower". You sniff your coat. "Ew" you mutter. Smelling strongly of cigarettes you shrug it off. Going and pulling the curtains shut to your main room. Darkness other then the small light emitting from the bathroom. Reaching into your bra as you take out the wad of cash. Also throwing that onto the bed before starting to strip. Chucking your clothes into the dirty pile on the floor. You'll take them to the washer dryer tomorrow. Right now you needed a quick shower. Hopping in. Letting the hot water stream down your body. Washing the smoke out of your hair before getting out.

Towel drying yourself before heading into the bedroom living area. Grabbing some clean clothes out the drawers. Pants then bra. Socks. Then shirt. You go to put a leg into your jeans when you hear a noise. Your front door. The door handle jiggling. Hearing people talk outside. Two voices you think. You quickly pull your jeans up. A difficult feat but you manage it due to the rushed nature.

You try and be quiet as you go over to the door. Picking up a bat from beside your bed. Going over and standing beside the door. Trying to look intimidating. You go to bring the bat down as soon as it opens. A hooded figure. The person has quick reflexes. Grabbing the bat and pulling it. Disarming you as it gets thrown the into the hallway outside your apartment. You don't hesitate as you bring a foot up. Squaring it into their stomach. Winding them as they fall into the wall by the door. The person behind goes to grab you. Catching your wrist before you can react to anything else.

You twist your hand. Moving it to break from their grasp. Exchanging your wrist for theirs as you take a tight hold of their arm. Other going to their upper arm as you bring them up and over your shoulder. Knocking them onto the floor beneath you. You turn. Going into the hallway. Grabbing the bat from before and holding it up. Shutting the door as you stand by it. Eyes frantic as you look at the two bodies on the floor.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you in my home?"

"I know that voice" a female says. Obviously winded. She was the one you kicked. Your turn your head between the two of them.

"Answer my damn question or I'll start swinging"

"Wait. Wait a second" the other voice - a male voice - says below you.

"Who the hell are you?" There's a small pause. Too long. You bring the bat back. Swinging it against the wall. "Answer me"

"Mia?" The female voice says. You just can't quite out a face to the voice.

"Mia?" the male mimics. Almost disbelief. You recognise that voice too but are again unable to pinpoint who they belong to. You give out a sigh. Still on high alert and adrenaline. You reach behind you. Turning on the light. Turning back. Seeing your good friend Natasha bracing herself against the wall. The man you met earlier lying beneath you. You drop the bat. Making them both flinch as it hits the floor.

"Fuck"

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@wonderlanddreamer

[flowersforthosewhoneeds]

The Mortal the Cosmos Stole

Part 8 of "I wish i was her"

<3

Ash still lingered in the air, curling like ghosts over the scorched ground. The remnants of the battle glowed faintly fragments of broken spells and scorched runes fading into the wind.

Thor stood nearby, silent, watching his brother.

Doctor Strange had retreated a few feet back, exhausted, fingers twitching with residual power. His cloak wrapped around him protectively, its folds curling like it was nervous.

But Loki hadn’t moved.

He stood where the Celestials disappeared, eyes locked on the spot where the vision of you had flickered, for the briefest, cruelest moment. His shoulders rose and fell in slow, ragged breaths.

His fists bled from clenching so tightly.

You were gone.

And not just missing hidden. Cloaked beyond all detection. Not even his seiðr, with all its cunning and chaos, could reach you now.

"Brother," Thor said softly, approaching like one might a wild animal. "We will find her. You have my word."

Loki’s jaw clenched. “Your word is nothing.”

Thor flinched.

"You saw what they did," Loki went on, his voice a low, haunted whisper. "They didn’t take her to kill her. They took her to erase her."

Strange stepped forward. "Then we don’t give them the chance. I’ll search the Sanctum’s deepest archives—dimensional folds, forbidden magic, cosmic threads. Something must have left a trace."

Loki didn’t respond. He turned slowly, looking toward the horizon empty, dull, and gray.

“She’s not just gone,” he said. “She’s nowhere.”

..

The world you were in pulsed like a heartbeat slow, ancient, and distant.

You floated in a realm of shimmering gold, threads of starlight tangled around you, holding you in place.

You couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t cry.

You could only feel.

Loki’s magic, like a breeze on your skin. His anger. His fear. His grief.

You reached for it, but the threads pulled tighter.

And in your chest, you whispered the last thing you remembered: ���Goodbye…”

....

Loki returned to his chambers but did not sleep. He stood in front of a mirror that refused to show his reflection.

Instead, it showed the last memory F.R.I.D.A.Y. managed to save the image of you, bleeding, weak, voice trembling as you whispered into the comms:

"Mission accomplished, sir… Goodbye."

Then the final footage: you in the dark, broken but singing softly to yourself.

"I'm in a getaway car… I left you in a motel bar… Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys… That was the last time you ever saw me..."

Loki struck the mirror. It shattered. Magic splintered across the room.

...

He stopped attending missions.

He stopped speaking.

Not to Thor. Not to anyone.

He didn’t eat. He didn’t sleep.

He sat in the corner of the palace library, pouring through ancient books, forbidden scrolls, rituals not meant to be touched even by gods.

Thor found him once, surrounded by pages of forgotten magic, eyes sunken and hands ink-stained.

"Brother… this isn't you."

Loki looked up, and for a moment, Thor wasn’t sure it was him.

"This is me," Loki said. “Without her.”

<3

Somewhere far from time and space, the Celestials gathered again.

"She resists," one said. "The mortal should have broken by now."

“She is still connected to the Trickster,” another murmured. “Even apart, their fates thread together.”

“Then sever the thread.”

But something someone stopped them.

Another Celestial, cloaked in a dying star’s glow, stepped forward.

“No,” it said. “Let it play out. The God of Mischief will either burn the realms… or reveal the truth of her soul.”

And with a flick of its hand, the realm around you shifted againharsher. Colder.

More testing.

That night, the wind howled across Asgard.

And in a hidden corner of the palace, Loki stood alone, hands trembling over a spell he had never dared attempt before one that would cost him everything, if it meant finding you.

One final whisper escaped his lips:

“Wherever you are… don’t let go.”

And he cast it.

Reality shuddered.

A pulse surged through the realms.

And far away, in the golden void, you felt your fingers twitch..

and you knew he was looking for you.

you knew he was never going to let you go.

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@tinytroublemaker !! ( i hope you guys like this chapter!)

[sad-trash-hobo]

If you really think about it. Bucky went missing at the end of winter soldier, and then 2(?) Years later, they found him during civil war. Then he immediately goes into cryofreeze after that. Sam and Steve go on the run for 2 years, and then come back to Wakanda for infinite war, and Steve sees bucky again. But was that the first time he saw Bucky again? And then Bucky gets snapped and is gone for 5 years, and then he comes back, and almost immediately, Steve goes back in time.

So, if Steve did visit Bucky in Wakanda, assuming that Bucky was under for even just 6 months, that's really only 1 and a half years that Steve could visit him. And in that amount of time Steve just? Got over the fact that Bucky was back. After finding Bucky and going into shock over the realization and letting Bucky kill him, because Steve didn't know he was gonna live, he fully expected to die, and then he just. Maybe visited him? And then lost him again and was depressed over it and then finally got Bucky back, but there's no big scene for their reunion. I'd even say that his reunion with Sam was more important, and I love Sam, but focusing on Bucky right now.

Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers were inseparable on both school yard and battle field, Bucky was the only commando to give his life in service. And then per Steve's timeline, not even 10 years later, maybe 3 years for Bucky, he just. Leaves Bucky.

[marvelouslymarly]

I think I figured out why I like Bucky so much...

As some one who feels deeply for few people at a time and thus only has a couple of friends but tries for them to be very good friends, I long to have someone who's gonna be with me "til the end of the line".

In the last few years, I had two friendships that meant everything to me, that made me believe that I had finally found those people and then I lost them to stupid little things or because, turns out, I wasn't their person after all. And it is exhausting and heartbreaking to think that you have found friends for life only to then find yourself alone after an argument or because all of a sudden, there's this new person in their life that's fresh and exciting and maybe that person can give them something that you weren't able to. It's hope-shattering to give your all to your friends or to people who you hope will become your friends and then to get pushed away or forgotten when you're no longer useful or shiny and new like that toy you always wanted to get...

And while this might be a "normal" part of life - for people to come into and go out of your life constantly, to only share a part of your time in life - I've always struggled with good friends just leaving. I've always hoped that at one point there was gonna be a person who chooses me to be "their person", the one they wanna spend time with until the end of the line...

And I think, whether you wanna see it in a romantic or in a platonic way, Steve was that person for Bucky for a long time.

I mean, they followed each other into war... it was Steve who got Bucky to wake up from the hold HYDRA and the Winter Soldier had on him and to fight to get back to Bucky.

Steve even risked a "civil war" with his teammates to defend Bucky, his best friend since childhood, and then went to the ends of time to get him (and the other half of humanity that got snapped away by Thanos) back from wherever the snap sent them... [I could go into how, because of all this, Steve's ending in Endgame was just all wrong in contrast to how his character was set up before, but that's not the point of this post]

I think, Bucky, as do I, longs for someone (or a group of people) to choose him and to stand by him, to honour their pledge and be with him until the end of the line. Because, deep down, that's all Bucky has done to the people around him, too! The people that have meant the most to him. I think that's so blatantly obvious by the "I love you, Buddy" following his pep-talk to Sam in the hospital in CABNW. He deserves people, who will love him for who he is and who do not judge or despise him for what he was made to do or for what they were made to believe him to be. I truly hope, that Bucky has found this person in Sam and that he gets to find some more in Thunderbolts*, because he deserves to be chosen and to be loved and to be cared for!

[aeterna-auroral-avenger]

Avengers: Infinity's End

Two chapters today, gang, because the first is short, and I have little patience to share something I'm proud of LOL

Chapter 13 - The Hulk in Shirts [AO3 link]

Summary: Tony needs to rest, and Rory needs a team. So Rory decides to seek out another big brain to help in the operation. And she's surprised to find big brain and big brawn have turned into a more complete package deal.

Chapter 14 - They're Still Out There

Summary: The Guardians may have found where Thanos has been hiding, and a key detail has been revealed. Because of this detail, a particular heist idea is shut down by Rory herself. And it kills her to do it too.

[antvnger]

//I was literally about to ask for the playlist lol! Thank you for sharing!

((You’re welcome!! Hope you enjoy both playlists! 😊😊

And if you have any questions or comments, let me know! I’d love to hear!))

[marvelwizardz]

“𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓”

Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton | Avengers Endgame | “Don’t” | “Let me go.”

[twilight-deviant]

[Avengers Academy: Marvel's Voices Infinity Comic (2024) #29]

The holidays are over and the darkest days of winter are upon us. The newly human Blackheart wrestles with the sins of his father – and those of his own. Guest-starring Daredevil!

Do I... ship Matt/Blackheart now...? 🖤

[alienfailboy]

do y'all remember when endgame said

"yeah the avengers left Thor to rot and become a alcoholic" ?

like yeah okay???? no?????? you mean to tell me bruce banner sacrificed his own autonomy to save Thor and his people and he didn't check on him ONCE after the death of his brother? after the death of Heimdall?? after the destruction of the refugee ship and desecration of half the universe, that Thor BLAMES HIMSELF FOR???? not bruce, not one avenger? not for FIVE YEARS????

yeah. okay. sounds fake but sure!

[izurusstuff]

“I will fall in love with you over and over again…” (fem!user x Blip Bucky Barnes)

message from izurusstuff: so i started a marvel movie marathon with my bf and retapped to my addiction to my beloved james buchanan barnes… what better place to write about him than tumblr? i guess this means the MCU is on my whitelist now too, no complaints tho cuz i love u, tumblr marvel fandom!! also random but i realized there may be a recurring theme with my favorite characters from media… (bucky, izuru, shadow…)

summary: Y/N was a part of the half of the world that didn’t get written out of existence when Thanos snapped. However, being snapped away would’ve been a better alternative than watching the love of her life disintegrate in front of her… but with the help of an ex-conman, the Avengers found a way to bring everyone back… now, Y/N and Bucky get to pick up where they left off.

Y/N was the American Ambassador to Wakanda, appointed by King T’Challa after his decision to make Wakanda known to the rest of the world. By extension, it also meant that Y/N worked in close proximity to Bucky Barnes, being that he was an American refuge in Wakanda that T’Challa personally chose to save after he was framed for killing King T’Chaka.

Of course, Y/N became extremely close to the royal family of Wakanda— Ramonda saw her as a daughter, just like Shuri, T’Challa, and Nakia all viewed her as a sister. All of them plus Bucky lived their own fairy tale lives in Wakanda.

When Bucky (finally) asked Y/N out, Shuri and Nakia were the first to know. And boy were they happy. Both them were secretly shipping Y/N and Bucky ever since they met him and saw how he looked at her. And when he told them he was planning on proposing to her a couple years later, Shuri instantly offered to create Y/N’s engagement ring out of vibranium and Alexandrite.

But Y/N never knew those were the plans.

Y/N was instructed by T’Challa to hide in Shuri’s lab during the battle against Thanos in Wakanda. Before she went in, Y/N gave Bucky a quick peck on the lips, not knowing that would be the last time she touched him. He’s survived much worse, why would she have to say goodbye? She thought that at any given moment, Bucky and T’Challa would come back through the door to announce they won. That never happened.

Y/N stood next to Wanda in the lab while she watched Vision’s mind stone get extracted, holding her hand in anticipation. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact Wanda was so distracted by Vision’s procedure, she’d probably yell at Y/N for her freakish gorilla strength grip on her hand. But it was different this time. They needed each other, both knowing their loves’ lives were on the line. When Wanda left to join everyone else fighting, Y/N stayed by Vision’s side. If she had supercool powers that could help, she would’ve joined Wanda and helped the rest of the team… but she couldn’t, she was just a diplomat. And she never felt so powerless in her entire life until she saw those creatures throw Shuri out of the way to kidnap Vision. Why they didn’t kill her in the process, she had no idea. Maybe it was to emotionally torture her by forcing her to watch everything with no way to help.

Knowing that the lab was compromised, Y/N ran as fast as she could to go find Bucky. Was he… holding a racoon with a gun? That could talk?! Y’know, she’s seen weirder. She saw that Bucky was safe and stayed back, trying to seek cover in one of the several huts. Then the fighting dissipated… was it safe to leave? She slowly walked outside and saw a lightning bolt… was that the Thor guy she’s heard so much of? Just what exactly went on outside Wakanda that she didn’t know about? Because everyone seemed like this was normal. Whatever, she had to find Bucky— she could ask him questions later. In retrospect, Y/N wish she stayed put for just a few more seconds… because then came the worst sight of her life.

Y/N’s legs took her as fast as they could through a Wakandan jungle until she finally reached Bucky and Steve. Then in what seemed like slow motion, Bucky turned around, running towards Y/N, calling out her name.

“Y/N-!”

It happened. Before Bucky could finish saying her name, he began to turn into dust right in front of her. The scream she let out still rung in her ears five years later. She fell to the ground, trying to collect all the dust of Bucky that she could. The next few moments were a blur, but she remembered seeing a watery Steve through the tears in her eyes and him pulling her away from the dust pile.

———

That was five years ago… but it felt so much longer; Y/N’s constant nightmares from reliving Bucky’s death made every day agonizing. The only time she could see Bucky again was in her dreams… she just wanted to sleep all the time so she could tell him one last time how much she loved him. This time when she woke up, Y/N received a text from Steve saying that they found a way to reverse the Snap and to make it to the Avengers Compound.

After a few hours, Y/N finally arrived and saw the devastation going on. The familiar phrase “Avengers! Assemble!” rang through her ears, then she turned around to see the portals behind her. Was that T’Challa?! She ran over to hug him with tears pouring from her eyes. God, she missed him and Shuri. Even though Bucky’s disappearance is what traumatized her, Y/N was equally as sad to say goodbye to her friends in Wakanda as she was Bucky.

“We missed you just as much as you missed us, Y/N.” T’Challa said, the rest of those who disintegrated in Wakanda appearing behind him. Did that mean—?

HOLY SHIT. IT DID.

Bucky also came out of the portal, not saying anything to her. Instead, he held out his arms for Y/N to run into.

It was now time to start rewriting the chapters of her life that Bucky missed out on.

i am so sorry if this is rushed 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 it’s so hard to write this in one single post but i feel tempted to make it a chapter book on wattpad