#brave new world lockscreens

[marvelsdc]

Captain America: Brave New World

[tllgrrl]

Petite-Madame is still bringing 🔥🔥🔥to these fan art streets.

If I made this my Lockscreen, I’d probably never open my phone. Just sayin’.

An on-set photo from Anthony Mackie (with Harrison Ford!!) and some blurry from a distance unofficial vid posted online shows Sam Wilson in a blue ‘fit, and though there’s no context, I’m not mad at it.

BTW, I’m also not mad at the official title of the movie: Captain America: Brave New World.

Sam’s first suit as Cap (TFATWS, Ep 6) was comic accurate and a great Introduction of The Hero, but for stealth, going forward the darker colors are more practical. You can be cool, but you can’t be stealthy wearing a lot of white. (The white uniform can be for Sundays.)

But whatever the colors, because it’s Wakanda Tech, that suit better be nanotech and protective like T’Challa’s suit was.

(I already wrote tiny ficlet about how I pictured Sam in his room, opening the fancy case, HERE.)

Anyway, suit and whatnot aside, this artwork beautiful!!

Bravo, Petite Madame! 👏🏾You👏🏾did👏🏾that!!

New World Order - (2023)

This is, according to set pictures, what Sam Wilson’s new suit in Captain America : New World Order *should* look like. The photos were pretty blurry but I think it’s close. 😅

[strangeionius]

Rachel Dawn Amber. [5/x]

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[babyflossy]

i miss you | p.js

pairing: jisung x reader

summary: the months you spend apart on a study abroad program in paris are almost worth it just to be in each other’s arms again.

genre: fluff

warnings: unedited, cringy french that my french tutor would laugh at me for

word count: 1.6k

when you had told jisung you were applying to a study abroad program, he had plastered on a smile and told you he thought it was a great idea. you had always tried your hardest to be his biggest supporter when he had a comeback, or when he went on tour, the least he could do was repay you in this way. what he didn't tell you, was how scared he was for you to be so far away from him for so long.

sure, your relationship had survived the early mornings and the late nights of his seemingly never-ending work days, it had held strong through the weeks you couldn’t see each other face to face. seeing you had been his biggest motivation on so many occasions, whenever he was anxious to try something new, a new concept or a new show, you were right there beside him; physically or on the other end of the phone line.

so why was it so hard for him to accept this? the one thing you needed in return for all the things you did for him, and he was having such a hard time finding the power to get excited with you.

paris. that’s were your school placed you when you successfully passed the interviews. paris, a twelve hour flight and a seven hour time difference. but when he saw how your eyes lit up whenever you spoke about it, he couldn’t bring himself to voice his worries. he would brave it with a smile, just like you always did.

you were due to spend a semester there, a whole three months on the other side of the world to him. jisung wasn’t sure why he found it so difficult to process, being away from you for so long. what if you found a french boy that you liked more than him? or what if you loved it so much you decided to move there? he didn’t know what he would do if you left seoul for europe.

the departure date you had typed into his phone calendar approached faster than any day ever had, and it was with teary eyes he sent you off the airport alone, unable to risk being spotted in public. you had spent weeks promising to call every day, that it wouldn’t be that different to when he was on tour.

but it would be, he knew that. even on tour, you had always found time to surprise him at different venues with the help of the other dreamies, and when he was kept from you due to his schedule, there was the knowledge that if something bad happened, he was never that far away.

paris wasn’t just a quick drive, though, and the reality set in after he received the last text from you in the same country, telling him you had put your phone onto airplane mode but you would call him when you landed.

the promise was kept, of course, yours always were, and he listened to you ramble tiredly about the flight whilst you spoke hesitant french to the airport staff, trying to find your way to baggage claim. at that moment, the only positive he could think of was how nice your voice sounded speaking french, and how much he wanted you to teach him.

over the next months, you made a point to call jisung at every opportunity you had; in the early hours of the paris mornings before you had fallen asleep and jisung was already waking up for his days, right before he fell asleep as you were cooking dinner. you would facetime and go about your tasks together, finding comfort in the company.

every now and then you would have nights where the longing you felt for your little seoul apartment was overwhelming. where you would wish for nothing but being in your boyfriend’s arms, breathing in the smell of his bodywash and wearing his hoodies. but, alas, you were on the opposite side of the globe with nothing but one of his hoodies and the picture of him as your lockscreen. and your homescreen. and your laptop background.

when the halfway mark passed, jisung felt a little better knowing you coming home was an event on the distant horizon. the last thought he would have before he fell asleep was you next to him again, the smell of your shampoo and your perfume and the tinkling of your jewellery lulling him into a peaceful slumber. the memories of the nights he spent cuddled up to you in your apartment, or falling asleep on the couch in the dorm's living room were almost painful for him when he knew it would be at least another month until he could make new ones with you.

sometimes when he fished one of his shirts out of the bottom of his wardrobe, he would get a drift of your washing detergent, or the candles you burned before you fell asleep. in those moments, he would reach for his phone, texting you a sad message of how much he missed you and wait for the ringing when you face timed him, a melancholy smile on your features in the soft light.

one night after a particularly hard practice session where he had been scolded by the dance teacher, he collapsed on his bed, mentally and physically exhausted. just when he was thinking of heading to bed, the familiar ringtone he had set for exclusively you cut through the gloomy air of his bedroom, a spark of hope shooting through him.

"jisung! how was practice?" your voice crackles over the line and he frowns at the screen, watching you shield your eyes as you stared down at your phone.

"i got shouted at," he mumbles quickly, still trying to figure out where you are. over the time you spent in paris, jisung had gotten to know your surroundings, the different backgrounds in your rented flat, the cafe you frequented, the convenience store at the bottom of your street. but he couldn't make out where you were. "where are you?"

"look!" you beam at him, turning the camera around to show the view in front of you. before you stands the eiffel tower, sheets of rain distorting the picture to your boyfriend. "i know it's raining, but i wanted you to see it! i haven't had time to do proper sight-seeing yet."

"y/n, it's not just raining, it's storming!" jisung exclaims in surprise, watching the monument glitter under the dark clouds, "you're going to catch a cold!"

"i'll be fine, jisung! i promise!" and your promises were never wrong. “but look at it! isn’t it beautiful!”

“it is, i wish i could see it in person with you!” the words come out quieter than he expected and he’s unsure if you’ll be able to hear him over the pouring rain. 

“then i’ll have to bring you here one day,” the camera turns to face you again, hair drenched, mascara collecting under your eyes. in that moment, he thinks he’s never seen such a dazzling sight.

the last stretch of your time in paris is painful for jisung, but the days slip through your fingers as you prepare to fly back to seoul. you spend the last week packing your things and saying goodbye to all the friends you had made, promising to stay in touch so you could practice your french more.

the night before your flight home, jisung calls you one last time, but when you hang up there is no heaviness in his heart, just the burning anticipation of you coming home again.

“y/n!” the voice that shouts it is so painfully familiar, but it sounds so different in person than over the phone. you freeze, eyes scanning the crowd in front of you to meet the pair you’re looking for. when they do meet, you think you can feel tears fill your eyes.

in an instant, a body collides with yours. the fabric of a hoodie is pressed into your face, a bodywash you would recognise anywhere floating up your nose, the arms you had missed so much wrapping themselves around you. for a prolongued minute you stay like that, jisung’s cheek pressed into the top of your head nestled under his chin.

the mask covering his face prevents you from kissing in front of the crowd but he holds you at arm’s length to examine your face. when he’s satisfied you still look like the same old y/n, he buries himself into you again.

“i missed you so much,” your words are muffled by his clothes and only then do you feel the wrapping crinkling behind your back.

“you have no idea how much i missed you,” he mumbles when he pulls away, pulling the brightest purple flowers from behind your back. the look of surprise on your face makes him laugh gleefully, still not believing you’re finally back in front of him. “they’re iris flowers, apparently they’re french. something to remind you of it, i guess.” there’s a blush on his cheeks as he sputters out his explanation, free hand coming to rub the back of his neck nervously.

the tears in your eyes spill over as you launch yourself back onto him, the both of you stumbling back slightly before jisung can catch his footing. “i love you so much.” you press your lips to the expanse of his exposed jawline, hands gripping his shoulder tightly.

“i love you so much as well, but you gotta teach me how to say that in french.”

“mon coeur est à toi pour toujours, jisung.”

[literaryslave]

idk how unpopular this opinion on tumblr since i've just came back, but gyuus i love brie larson so much !! i was scrolling my feed trying to pick new lockscreens and there were so many pictures of her and i just can't help myself, i'm in love. i spent last night watching different compilations on yt and she is so great, i will never understand hate around her. people are different, grow up idiots ...

well, mcu has the best women in the world. oh we are so so lucky to have these unreal, talented, strong, powerful, badass, brave, gorgeous, divine women, let's always support and thank them !

[moonlit-imagines]

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[venomteeth]

tagged: get to know me!!

thanks sm for tagging me @dindja​ !!

Name: ashlyn 

Gender: f (she/her)

star sign: aquarius 

height: 5′3″

wallpaper on phone: ope

got me thu all of my art finals ngl. I would just look down at my lockscreen and be like “yeah we good. 🙃” I’m an art ed major in my second year, idk if I’ve said that??

house: uhhhh hufflepuff?? but idrk,,

ever crush on a teacher: yes my high school gym teacher was hot as fuck

coolest halloween costume: i was a jellyfish one year best decision of my life

favorite 90′s show: uh i’ve seen one (1) show from 90′s sooo I guess Cowboy Bebop?

last kiss: i broke up w/ my ex 6ish months ago? So 6 months ago!! 11/10 would break up again lmfaooo

ever been stood up: no

favorite pair of shoes: my birkenstocks i swear i’m not a basic bitch they’re just super convenient and match most things that I wear. 

ever been to vegas: nope! I live in Wisco and have never really been further west than the Twin Cities. 

favorite book: this might be pretentious but I really liked Crime and Punishment. Brave New World was really good too. 

Stupidest thing I’ve ever done: i’ve done A LOT of stupid shit. Off the top of my head I almost started a fire in my High School art room via Easy Mac and a  microwave. 

all time favorite TV show: shit uhhh FMA:B, Haikyuu, and Mandalorian are def all time favorites. I could rewatch any of those three any day.

Last movie I saw in theaters: UHHHH SW: Rise of Skywalker back in 2019. i couldn’t tell you a single thing that happened in that movie.

tags: ngl I don’t really know anyone on tumblr so,,,, uh,,, if you’re reading this and you’ve always wanted to be tagged in smthn pls feel free to do this! tag me in it too so I can read it :--) i want to get to know you guys!!

[pers-books]

Hi :) amber, coral, coconut, please.

Hi friend! Thanks for the interesting asks:

amber: what's saved as your phone's lockscreen?

Major Berenice Griselda Wolfe looking impossibly sexy in a white button down shirt and skinny black jeans. (Holby City, Brave New World)

coral: an animal you wish hadn't gone extinct

The Western Black Rhino

coconut: a subject you enjoy learning about

Oh, history, always - particularly when history turns established facts [sic] on their heads and especially if doing THAT pisses off old white men.

I fell in love with the subject 40 years ago at the age of 11 when my then history teacher, Mrs Gorge, used her subject to educate her class on all manner of things that weren’t actually part of the *history* curriculum, but were nevertheless an important component of understanding the history we were learning. She was one of my first crushes on a teacher (I had LOADS as a young person and they REALLY ought to be have been a massive indicator that I was NOT a hetero. Fucking heteronormativity!)

Ask me colourful questions!

[momo-de-avis]

ten followers you’d like to know more

I was tagged by @its-the-tear-in-my-heart

name? Ana

sign? Leo

gender? female

height? 167 cm go figure that in feet or inches or whatever

sexuality? bi

where do you see yourself in ten years? I don’t want to think about it. But there better be a dog

if you could be anywhere right now, where? I’m okay where I am right now, tough if it were a little sunny I could enjoy a bit of an outside breeze

favorite 90’s shows? Sabrina the Teenage Witch and the S-Club 7 shows, I can’t pick

your last kiss? boyfriend before he left lmao

have you ever been stood up? so many times

ever been to las vegas? no, don’t really intend on ever going either

your favorite shoes? boots, I love boots, I have so many boots, I just adore boots

your favorite fruit? strawberries

your favorite book? no one can say one book, so: the Ol Kingdom books by Garth Nix; Notes from the Underground by Dostoievsky; Brave New World by Aldous Huxley; The Forest House by Marion Zimmer Bradley

stupidest thing you’ve ever done? get my driver’s license at 19 because people in this country basically define how useful to society you are on whether or not you can drive and my family pressured me like SHIT to do it. right after I got, not a single one of them let me drive their car. my mom refused to get me a shitty rattletrap for me to even practice. It’s been 10 years, I haven’t touched another car since I passed my driving exam, and have acquired a Whole New Fear.

what is your favorite gif? all my john ii bling gifs

and your lockscreen? it’s gabe on my tablet, and a fox on my cellphone!!

I’m tagging @tuxedosaiyan @you-are-my-someone-somewhere @raisparta @rose-glamour @inloveamateursatbest @grittygambit aaaand whoever

[iamthegaysmurf]

WayHaught Ficlet:  Photographs

Prompt:  “photographs”

This ficlet is to fill a prompt given by a group of my author friends to help me shake off the writing slump I've been in recently. A big thank you to all of you guys (you know who you are).

I have several other projects that are in progress at the moment (yes, this includes new chapters of Haught's History and Sad Puppies, as well as a few other things), all in various states of completion. I'm a bit buried with my beta work at the moment, but I promise I am trying to do better with finding the time to work on my own things now, too.

Anyway. I just thought I would post this little ficlet in the meantime to show that I haven't completely forgotten how to make words on my own.

...Mostly.

You can read this ficlet under the cut, or on AO3.

Waverly Earp hates photographs. Hates them.

It’s not that she avoids pictures.  She’s in plenty of them.

Stacks of yearbooks filled with society and club photos on every page, Waverly Earp front and center for each one, the patented smile and wave.  Folders full of selfies with Stephanie  and Chrissy and the girls; with Champ and his arms heavy around her, his stubble rough against her cheek.  The day she won Nicest Person in Purgatory, a satiny sash looped over her head, the words scrawled across it in gold glitter, only one spelling mistake. She’s in plenty of them.  But she hates them. Because the sunshine of her smile in the yearbook is dimmed behind a warning cloud, but no one ever looks closely enough to notice it.  Because Steph and the girls wear an air of superiority as clear as the smirks on their faces.  Because Champ is smothering her with his cologne and his arms and his lips, but his eyes are focused somewhere else, on some other girl across the room.  Because the town has crowded around to cheer her on, but the whispers and rumors are reaching out and grabbing at her, trying to drag her off the stage. Waverly hates photographs.  

Because all they are is a reminder that she’s different and that she’s separate and that she’s just an other.  One of them.  An Earp. But perhaps the worse picture of all is the one that reminds her that she’s not. Not one of them. Not an Earp. It still hangs on the refrigerator. Because Wynonna put it there. Because Wynonna stares at it in the middle of the night when she thinks everyone else is asleep.  Because when the moon is the only light in the kitchen, glinting off the bottle in her hand, she reaches out and touches it, her finger tracing the ghost that haunts her nightmares. That’s all Wynonna sees when she looks at the photograph.   But it’s not what Waverly sees.   Waverly sees her sisters.  Joined at the hip.  Peas in a pod.  Inseparable. Like they’re the only two people in the world. But they’re not.  

Waverly is there, too.  Tagging along.  Two steps behind.  

But it might as well be two hundred.  Because they don’t even notice her. She’s not one of them.  Not an Earp. Waverly hates photographs. The first time Nicole tries to take a selfie with her, Waverly feels that cloud rolling over her sunshine again.  She ducks her head and twirls away out of Nicole’s embrace.  Shy. Bashful.  Holding on to her self-preservation. The first time Nicole actually takes a selfie with her, she’s not ready for it. She’s hunched over a dusty book, squinting at the runes, nose wrinkled up in concentration.  She doesn’t hear Nicole come up behind her.  Doesn’t realize the unexpected kiss to her cheek is accompanied by the click of the camera on her phone until it’s already too late. She doesn’t want to look at it.  Doesn’t want to see how invisible she is in her own picture.  She doesn’t think she can handle it.  Not with Nicole.  Not when there’s more at stake than there ever was with Champ. But Nicole’s eyes light up when she looks at it.  When she sets it as her lockscreen.  When she shows Jeremy as soon as he walks in the room. Waverly’s afraid to look at it, but the way Nicole keeps stealing glances at it when she thinks no one is looking, the corners of her mouth twitching every time, makes Waverly brave.  She finally sneaks a peek, and the sun breaks through the clouds again when she sees it. Her face is scrunched up and Nicole is smiling so widely into the kiss against her cheek that her eyes are crinkled and there’s a glow to her face that Waverly thinks is just a glare on the screen at first.

Something changes that day.  

The strain in her chest loosens, just the tiniest bit.  The pit in her stomach lurches slightly less than it used to.  The weight on her shoulders becomes a fraction lighter.  

It’s subtle and minute and barely there.

Maybe pictures aren’t so bad after all.  Maybe it’s nice to remember the good times with her friends. With her love.  With her new family. The precious few moments that take place in the short periods of calm before the constant storms that rule their lives now.

Waverly doesn’t even notice at first.  But slowly, slowly, she begins to amass a new collection of photographs. Pictures of her and Nicole snuggling, kissing, making silly faces.  Pictures of her with the rest of the gang.  Doc, his eyes sparkling when he figures out how to take a photo with his new phone.  Dolls and his super serious face, but the hint of a smile at the corner of his eyes. Jeremy and his exuberance when she remembered to bring his favorite coffee.  Dolls and Nicole sparring, and Doc and Nicole talking about horses, and Jeremy and Nicole geeking out over their comic books. And Wynonna. Wynonna, with her hard edges and fuck off façade, but a new softness behind it, especially when Waverly is near.  Wynonna, who stands close to Waverly.  

Always close.  Joined at the hip.  Peas in a pod.  Inseparable. Like they’re the only two people in the world. The day Waverly finally realizes she feels differently about photographs is the day that the picture on the refrigerator changes. Gone is her past, where she didn’t belong. Where she wasn’t noticed.  Where she was invisible.   And in its place hangs her future. She looks at the photograph of her and Nicole and Wynonna, the three of them laughing, Wynonna trying to steal Nicole’s beer and Nicole playfully shoving her away with one hand while her other rests comfortably around Waverly’s waist.   She’s not different.  She’s not separate.  She’s not an other. She’s loved.  She’s one of them.  She’s an Earp. And Waverly Earp loves photographs.

[teachingoutsidethebinary]

I’ve Got You

Prompt request: Can I request one? Hydra targets Tony's teen daughter. The agent waits for her after school and brings her to an abandoned house somewhere across town. But he's also wanted by the FBI as a child predator. She realizes the shit storm she's in when he has her against a wall and telling her the awful things he wants to do. He was so caught up in what he was doing he didn't notice Bucky and iron man came in until a metal hand wrapped around his neck. She was able to activate her emergency tracker.

Characters: Tony Stark, Skylar Stark, Bucky Barnes, OFCs

Warnings: kidnapping, child predator, mentions of attempted rape

A/N: Thanks for the prompt request, and thanks for your patience!

One Shot Masterlist

Skylar threw back her head and groaned as she and her best friend left their prison behind.

“That test was so brutal!” she whined. “Why does calculus have to suck so much?”

Shari shoulders shook as she giggled, her natural hair bouncing off her shoulders. “Aren’t you supposed to be good at math?” she teased. “Being a Stark and all?”

Skylar glared at her friend and stuck out her tongue. “I got the literary genius, thankyouverymuch.”

Shari just shook her head. “Yeah, speaking of, feel like helping me with that Dante paper after my ballet practice?”

“My place or yours?” Skylar replied immediately.

“Is the walking L’Oreal commercial going to be there?”

Skylar grinned. “You mean Thor? I think he’s back on Asgard.”

Shari sighed dramatically. “I guess we can meet at my place since I won’t have any eye candy to stare at.”

“Wouldn’t the eye candy be distracting?” Skylar giggled.

“It would motivate my ass to finish the paper so I could stare at his ass,” Shari deadpanned.

The girls erupted in a fit of giggles. Skylar jokingly pushed Shari’s shoulder. “Stop sexualizing my pseudo uncle!”

Shari wiped the tears from her eyes and headed off in the other direction. “Fine! I’ll be completely serious when I come over tonight!”

“Uh huh,” Skylar shot back. She waved as Shari disappeared down the sidewalk. “Have fun killing your toes!”

Shari waved a hand in acknowledgement and hustled down the metro stairs. Skylar just shook her head again and kept walking back home.

But something felt off.

Being Tony Stark’s daughter came with a whole different set of rules and regulations. Safety was one of the biggest things Tony instilled in Skylar. She had her own private security detail until she entered middle school, and Tony refused to get rid of the stealth drone until she passed a rigorous self-defense course with Natasha Romanoff herself.

As Skylar continued to walk down the street, she carefully assessed her surroundings. She darted her eyes to the large window of the shop to her left and noticed a man behind her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she made a left at the street corner. Another glass window passed on her left, and she spotted the same man again.

She was being followed.

Swallowing thickly, Skylar considered her options. She had been trained not to panic, but she still felt her throat close up and her ears ring. She considered pulling out her phone, but that could tip the stranger that she was onto him.

Before she could take any action, a rough hand gripped her arm and she felt the prick of a needle against her skin. Skylar opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out as the world went fuzzy around her.

“You don’t look so good,” a man’s voice said. Skylar tried to pull away, but her feet refused to work.

“You should probably sit down.”

Skylar could make out the shape of a car as the man pushed her to the right. Using what little strength she had left, she managed to push the buttons on her watch before the world went dark around her.

Tony Stark cracked his neck as he examined the metalwork in front of him. He poked and prodded it with a screwdriver until he felt an unexpected resistance.

“Yup,” Tony said triumphantly. “You got something lodged in there.”

Bucky sighed in relief. “Thank god. I was worried it was all in my head.” He opened and closed his fist. “I knew something didn’t feel right.”

Tony smirked as he gently pushed apart the plates near Bucky’s elbow. “You’ll be good as new in just a…”

“Mr. Stark?”

“Yes, FRIDAY?” Tony asked without looking up.

“Skylar’s emergency tracker went off.”

Tony felt the blood rush from his face. “Was it an accidental trigger?”

“I’m pulling up the video footage now.”

Bucky’s arm forgotten, Tony rushed over to his wall of computers. He watched helplessly as a hulking man shoved his daughter into the back of a car.

“Facial recognition says he is a HYDRA operative named Bertoli Vaspin,” FRIDAY continued. “However, his cell has been disbanded since 2016. We captured most of his partners on a mission last year, but he’s been working alone ever since.”

Tony’s body shook with anger as he followed the car on his screens. Jaw clenched tight, he turned on his heels and stalked over to his suit.

“I want a location NOW!” he barked, tapping on the lockscreen of the suit’s case.

Tony flinched as a hand gently touched his shoulder. He whirled around and glared at Bucky. “Don’t you dare tell me-”

Bucky shook his head. “The only thing I’m going to tell you is that I’m coming with.”

Tony regarded Bucky with a brief nod.

“Let’s find my daughter.”

Skylar groaned but felt her voice get stuck on fabric. She struggled against the zip ties around her wrists as she forced her heavy eyes open.

“You can struggle all you want,” a familiar voice chuckled.

Skylar’s blood turned to ice as she tried to maintain her composure. Her eyes focused on her surroundings, and it became difficult to hold her fear inside.

The room was dark and damp with high ceilings. She could hear the faint dripping of water from somewhere behind her, and the freezing floor caused an involuntary shiver as it made contact with her skin. Trembling slightly, she glared at the man from the street.

He was medium height with a mess of brown hair and a crooked nose. His sinister smile revealed a flash of perfect white teeth, and his eyes glinted with madness. He slowly stalked towards Skylar, grinning even wider as she scooted back away from him. A wall stopped her from going any further, and he knelt down in front of terrified teen.

Bertoli reached his hands out and gripped Skylar’s t-shirt collar in a tight fist. He swiftly lifted her off the floor and slammed her against the wall. A dam broke inside her as she shook and sobbed at the man’s foreign touch. She kicked and screamed against her gag, but he was far too powerful and she was far too incapacitated.

Bertoli chuckled. “We are going to have so much fun,” he cooed, cupping her cheek in his hand. He trailed his fingers down the front of her shirt, and Skylar shut her eyes instinctively. If she couldn’t see him, it wasn’t real. Whatever happened next wouldn’t be real.

Suddenly, Bertoli made an inhuman choking noise before his grip loosened. Skylar opened her eyes at the loss of contact and saw a shiny, metal arm wrapped around the bastard’s neck. Bucky Barnes glared at the HYDRA operative with a steely determination Skylar had never seen before.

Bertoli’s face turned purple as the super solider tightened his grip.

“Fuck you,” Bucky growled before unceremoniously chucking Bertoli across the room. His body landed with a loud thud against a cement pillar, and he crumpled to the ground. Bucky ran to assess the damage as Tony flew down to take his place.

With a tap of his chest, the Iron Man suit clanked against the floor, leaving the grief-stricken father free to tend to his daughter. He pulled the gag out of her mouth, and wrapped her in a tight embrace.

“I’ve got you,” Tony whispered, stroking her hair. “You’re safe, love.”

“D-d-d-d-dad,” Skylar cried. “I tr-tr-tried to f-f-f-f-fight, I-”

Tony clenched his eyes shut as he held on even tighter. “You were so brave. So brave. You did everything right.”

Skylar sniffled and nodded as her body slowly began to stop shaking. Tony pulled against her zip ties, but the plastic was too strong. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to find Bucky holding out one of his many knives.

“Of course you’d have a knife,” Tony muttered, cutting the offending material off Skylar’s wrists. She jumped into his arms and clung to him again.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” he replied. He looked at Bucky who made an X and pointed behind him. Bertoli was dead. Tony nodded in acknowledgement and began walking away with his daughter in his arms.

“Someone can deal with the mess later,” he announced to no one in particular.

“Right now we’re going home.”

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