#i cried Again at Tony's death scene

[queersouthasian]

Overlooked/Minor/subtle details to destroy you in case you have not been destroyed enough:

1. The last moment shared between Charlie x Babe was not the argument, it was during the race when both looked at eachother, Babe was determined and mad so there was a sharpness in his eyes but Charlie's eyes were teary exactly the way it was in ep7 when he for the first time mentioned dieing. Even though Babe didn't look for long, Charlie did, his eyes were on babe until he overtook him. So the last thing babe saw was charlie's teary concerned yearning eyes whereas for Charlie, the last thing he saw was babe's angry eyes and disappointed face.

2. Babe plants exactly 3 kisses on Charlie's face just like Charlie did when Babe was injured.

3. Someone pointed out Pooh's dried tears during the hospital scene, YEAH

4. Babe cried asked for the gloves in the exact tone he uses when he wants to convince (playfully, like when he asked him to not take pics in ep6) Charlie of something

5. Charlie has been alone his whole life, he most probably felt unimportant compared to others which would explain why he is so ready for self-sacrifice BUT the reason he fakes his death is because Babe has loved him as him, Charlie is special to babe so he is going to come back 'cause loving babe has not been done yet

6. Babe always cups Charlie's face when he kisses him whereas Charlie holds his neck, so when Babe kissed Charlie's "dead body", he again cuped his face

7. The first time we publically see Babe say "I love you" is during the cemetery scene

8. Charlie promised to take care of babe for the rest of his life, and he "died" just in order to do that, so even his death is a form of "care" for solely babe, even his death doesn't belong to him, he has surrendered it to babe

9. Babe's hand was shaking when he was removing the cloth over Charlie's face in the hospital

10. Charlie was never supposed to race instead of/along with babe, it was not even a part of Charlie's plan (even though it did infact help him modify his plan later on), Babe was the one who offered Charlie so y'all can imagine the absolute gut-wrenching regret and grief the "I should not have pushed you to your death, Charlie" line carries

11. Babe is the "I can kill for you" kind whereas Charlie is "I can die for you" kind and both do that, simultaneously, in one.single.episode

12. Remember when Babe said if he couldn't race he would be nothing, NOW he can finally race in peace without tony hunting him down but he can't race, he doesn't want to, without the love of his life racing by his side.

[manidk1273]

🎀 — Wedding.

Tony was never the best father to you, even he knew that. You were a variable he never considered.. until you were 17. Surprisingly, Nick Fury himself recruited you for the Avengers. That's where your relationship starts again.. it was rocky, difficult but at least you each other as teammates.

Your name wasn't an unknown name, just like your biological father you were a genius. Even without powers, you were skilled. The first time you fought crime (though it was an accident and just sudden.) You wore a black surgical mask, and got in the fight scene. There, Spiderman himself saw you before you ran away.

„ Who are you? ”

. . . .

„ Whatever you wanted it to be, Spider. ”

You said, masked appearance as you stepped to the edge of the building falling elegantly but not to your death. At first, people thought you had powers but it was debunked by yourself. Tony met you— He never realized you were his kid until he met your parents. The woman he hooked up with years ago, and her now husband.

It was awkward at first but he shoved it off his shoulders. Ever since then, he has tried to restore a relationship. It was awkward between you two at first but you've gone from teammates to friends. Sure, Tony was relieved but he still felt like he wasn't doing enough. Especially when your step father(Mother's husband) would come with your mother. You even called him dad, he thought it was preposterous to him. He wasn't your real dad.

After years in the battlefield.. the world was at peace, but of course it wasn't always gonna be like this so you finally decided to marry your s/o this time of year. You met them having your career as a superhero, and you were so proud of them.. you were so lucky to have them in your life. It took him a slap to the face and Pepper to realize he was actually just jealous.. he was in denial.

Of course, every Avenger was invited. Close friends too.. and especially family. It was a small wedding, no big things.. but the venue was perfect for the two of you. Everyone attended with a plus 1, as the invitation suggested. As the ceremony began.. the usual traditional stuff happened. But one thing made Tony's heart drop.

Your step father was the one who was walking you down the aisle to your groom. It was awakening something in him.. of course, he's proud and happy for you. But when he saw that scene.. that moment, he felt like ripping your father's soul apart from his body. But he quickly shook away the thought. As the beautiful ceremony ended, he didn't stay for the feast. Pepper noticed when he wasn't near the tables and went to the parking lot to see him near the car, sitting by himself.

She knew Tony too much, she already knew what was happening. She sat beside him and took his hand to her palm.

“ Feel like shit, Pepper.. ”

“ I know. ”

It took a few more exchange of words before he just cried to her chest, she didn't expect the conversation to go like that but she was glad he wasn't bottling up his emotions.

He feels like shit, he really does. He knows he doesn't have the right to walk you down the aisle— but it hurts so much. He does see you as a kid, he really did. But he can't just.. reverse years of absence just by a year. He can't blame you.. you're just living your life.

He never wanted to become like his father. He wanted to show he cared, but.. sometimes you just.. become what you don't want to become.

I've been getting ideas I just needed to write. Again, I'm just getting back to the writing industry and I'm still very rusty.. but I hope you like my attempt at angst:)

As usual, Thank you so much for reaching the end and I hope you have a great day.

- Velvette 🎀

[olliandre]

Charlie originally wasn’t selfish (novel comparision)

Actually, I don’t really blame people for not liking Charlie, because I also am upset with what drama did to his character. There are many reasons to dislike him, starting from the fact he lied to Babe and schemed behind his back, ending at what made it worse - that he promised to never hurt Babe ever again, but repeated it and never apologized.

However, in the novel he approached Babe purely for the fact that he heard Tony’s gonna hurt a person named Babe and make him pregnant with their house’s Enigma's child. He especially searched for Babe to save him from this fate, terrified by his adoptive parent cruelty. Only after watching his races did he get interested in it and started admiring Babe. Yes, he planned to take his power. No, he didn’t plan to use him to fight against Tony. His sole purpose was to shift Tony’s attention from Babe to himself, which also meant making himself the new target. He didn’t gain anything from it, it only made his life more difficult. And he chose to do that, because he really fell for Babe.

When Charlie faked his death, unlike from what was in the drama, he was dying from guilt. He couldn’t forgive himself for doing this to Babe, for hurting him like that despite promising not to lie again. He hated himself to the point of not feeling worthy to come back to Babe’s side after everything ended. It was a really big deal for him and I have no idea why it was cut out from the series.

There was this one scene in the novel, in which Charlie called Babe in the middle of the night just to hear his voice. Encountering the silence, Babe started asking desperately if it was him, but Charlie didn’t respond, he just cried silently. And afterwards, when Babe saw Charlie during Tony’s auction and realized he’s still alive, he wasn’t mad at all, actually, he was happy beyond recogniction and he kept repeating how he knew he didn’t actually die. He didn’t care about his reasons, didn’t demand an apology, he was just so glad to have him back. Every of this made Charlie realize just how much his actions broke Babe and because of that he felt even worse with himself. He wasn’t as shameless as in the drama, coming back like nothing happened, without any consequences.

In their relationship, it was always Charlie making every decision. And so, at the end he decided to give Babe something nor he, nor Way never did - freedom. He told him everything and let Babe choose what to do next. After hurting him so much, Charlie didn’t feel like he deserved to be with him anymore. But Babe asked him not to be selfless for a moment and confess what was in his heart, whether he himself wanted to stay. When he replied he really did want to stay, Babe said that he should, then. Just like this.

And Charlie realized that with him or without him, Babe was already miserable. By leaving, he would make him even more unhappy. Despite his massive guilt, he stayed. He stayed, because he truly loved Babe. No matter how hard it was for him emotionally, he did what Way couldn’t - he chose the difficult thing, to atone for his mistakes for the rest of his life. He chose to make Babe the happiest he could.

Unlike from the drama, it took time for them to come back to normal. Babe was suffering from depression and PTSD, had to took medications and had trouble sleeping. Whenever Charlie disappeared, even for a moment, he would start panicking, but after finding Charlie in another room, he would still tell him to stop feeling guilty after seeing him getting scared like this. Both of them fought for the relationship at the time - Babe by learning to trust again, Charlie by supporting him nonstop.

I think there’s a big difference between Charlie in the drama and in the novel. Because in the drama, he crushed Babe mentally, causing him a massive trauma, and came back like nothing happened. On the contrary, novel’s Charlie stayed, because that’s what Babe needed him to do, instead of running away from the responsibility like he intended.

[heartilywrites]

♡ — Leaving tonight ; H. Callahan

cw: angst, but like, a bunch of that ; avengers: endgame strong references ; avengers: infinity war final battle reference just at the beginning ; spider!hazel; black widow!reader ; mention of death

word count: 2.8k

a/n: love me some angst, this is my post ~celebrating~ endgame happening canonically now, i just happen to remember we made spider!hazel a thing and i needed to write her in the mcu timeline. . . i made peter exist at the same time as haze because,,, why not? i think they would be best friends idk. anyways, hope you enjoy!

“ 𝓐ll alone, all we know, is haunting me. . . Making it harder to breathe. ”

⠀⠀Ever had that feeling that something is about to end very very bad? Great! That was the exact feeling everyone at the battlefield had, even the most optimistic person could be doubting about the conclusion of that fight. Yeah, you were winning against the army, but that gut wrenching feeling that it may all be in vain was there, haunting you.

You fought with everything in your system, but there wasn't really much to do as a Widow besides helping to stop the alien army and hope for the more powerful avengers to stop everything from the source: Thanos. . . And then you saw wakandians disappear in dust, your heart dropped to the ground when you realized what that meant and your feet were quick to run looking for Natasha.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Please, please, please.” you begged while your eyes began to accumulate tears.

You heard your name being shouted and were fast to recognize Natasha's silhouette running to you too. An almost crushing hug was what you received, after making sure neither of you were about to disappear you look to the scene next to you. 'Oh god' the captain's voice whispered in disbelief. You lost.

And that was just the beginning, once you arrived back from Wakanda you were fast to look for your friends only to find that Brittany was the only from your group still around, both of you cried as soon as you saw each other and hugged.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Where's Hazel?” her voice asked, “I know she ran out the campus with you, didn't she?” your eyes widened.

Hazel. She and this other spider–dude went to fucking space as a stowaways when you clearly heard on the earpiece Tony's voice telling them to stay on New York, obviously neither of them listened even after your own scold while helping on the ground as much as you could.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'll be back, darling, I promise!” her voice in a robotic sound told you before losing signal with her.

You didn't know if she was alive anymore, but after the first couple weeks, you were beginning to accept the idea that she did dust away along with the other kid, Tony and the wizard dude. And you started to grief.

At least you were until one night in the compound an earthquake caught everyone's attention on a possible attack, curious your feet took you out of the building and in your visual field a spaceship appeared with a glowing woman directing it to the ground.

You were far behind from everyone, squinting your eyes to see a bit better your jaw almost fell to the floor to the sight of Tony coming down the stairs with a blue woman and. . . Wait.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hazel!” an exclamation came from you now running to help the girl, once again crying, but those were tears of relief. She hugged you tight as much as she could. “I thought I lost you.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I thought I lost you.” she repeated back on a sob, once you pushed away you saw how bad she looked. “Oh my god, Steve shaved?”

At that question, you turned your face to the captain who was talking with Tony and frowned. “I guess. . .” once again, your eyes were back at her and a sniff was heard from both of you. “Fucking idiot, I'm confiscating your web–shooters everytime we see a spaceship.”

After laughing at your comment, she gave you a weak kiss, leaning on you after a bit and you guided her steps to the building.

They did a little meeting to get the ones on space to date, your teeth were biting your bottom lip trying not to cry at the pictures of those you called your friends that weren't around anymore.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We lost Peter.” Hazel whispered while watching the argument the two grown men had. She, just as Tony, were connected to an IV and you were on her other side holding her hand. “We lost everyone, we–.”

You calmly shushed her, your thumb was leaving caresses on her hand. “We did what we could.” you smiled weakly. “And we're going to do everything to get them back.”

And you were one to keep a promise.

The next thing the group did was trying to find Thanos, but you didn't had the right mind to go with them. You wanted to stay with Hazel and take care of her, so that's what you did; stay. You hugged Natasha while wishing them good luck, telling them to 'get that bitch's ass' as she laughed and assure you they were going to bring everyone back. . .

But then, 5 years went by.

As soon as they got back, everyone took their own way. Defeated, neither of you needed to ask what had happened, because their faces said it all.

Once Hazel got better, both of you decided to move on, try to have a normal life. Kept studying at collage with Brittany, the three of you grew closer together. Deep down you knew things really won't be back as they were, missing Josie, Isabel and PJ became something constant like breathing; the first two years you usually went to the compound to train with Nat, but after that you started to drift away from the avengers to continue with your life, she didn't stopped you at that.

Sure, you did missions once in a while, but it wasn't as much as you did before the events. Your relationship with Hazel got serious and one night, she proposed to you. Obviously you said yes, you wanted to be with her for the rest of your life if it was possible, she had been your rock all those years in work, such as you were hers and it finally felt as the universe was trying to let you two rest at least a little bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We need you two, kid.” Rogers' voice was heard after his speech and a bit of silence, you were serving the dinner, passing a plate to him and one to your now fiancé, both of them smiled. “We need as many hands as possible.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I. . . I don't know, Mr. America.” Hazel was the first one to speak, you took your seat across from her.‍ “Our graduation is near, we're planning a wedding as well.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's our second chance, girls.” he said, his eyes moved from Hazel to you.‍ “Congrats on the wedding, by the way, but this is our only chance to get everyone back.”

Your eyes darted back to Hazel as she did the same.

Maybe you'll get your friends back, maybe they'll be here for the celebration. What else could you lose? It was something easy, he said, risky, but easy enough. Travel in time to the stones, take them to use them, bring everyone back and take them back as if they never left their timelines. Piece of cake, right?

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you sure you want to do this?” Hazel asked you while saving both your and her suit in a bag.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you?” You shot back, raising a brow her way. You sighed and walk to her side of the bed.‍ ‍ “Haze, we can get them back. Have Josie, Isabel and PJ on our day, don't you want that?” Her eyes looked down to the bag.‍ “Didn't you say you wanted to have them as best women?”

She laughed and nodded slowly.‍ “Fine, but we're only helping with the stones, yeah? Once that's done we come back home, we still need to choose between daisies or jasmines.”

You nodded with a funny smile and gave her a tiny kiss.

Once in the compound it was explain how everything would go down, where the stones have been seen and who had them at that time. It took no more than two days to get the information in order and everyone did teams; yours was the one going to Vormir and Morag, the soul and power stones.

A pretty good speech, a couple of words exchanged and a promise to come back was said by everyone before everyone started to travel.

Arriving to Morag was quite the experience, you've never been to space so looking around was almost inevitable.

A scream was heard from Hazel before kicking. . . Something similar to a rat, you laughed while taking away the white suit, underneath that it was your well–known black suit, your fiancé had her classic one without the mask.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are we ready?” You said looking at your teammates, they nodded.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Good to go, kiddo.” Now it was your turn to nod. A small hug was received by the older man for the both of you. “Get the stone and comeback, no messing around, okay?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yes, dad.” Hazel said jokingly, after a bit she took your hand and started to walk towards the ship.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Take care of each other!” he exclaimed, you gave him a military salute followed by an 'aye aye, captain', the doors closed.

You both looked around the ship while walking to the pilot and co–pilot seat, once buckled up, the ship itself began the trip.

Your hand was holding tight to the seat, both laughing at the speed and colors, truly an experience worth living.

When arriving to Vormir, both of you looked shocked at such landscape. Nothing like we had on earth, you thought.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Let's go, m'lady.” Hazel called for you, offering her hand, you took it with a smile. “Let's get this stone and go back home.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Easy work, we should've choose New York for a bit of a complicated level.” you said while walking.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “And miss the opportunity to come to space? Nuh–uh, maybe we should've changed planets with them.” she responded back. “This planet is way too dark, feels sad.”

A laugh fell from you mouth. Now infront of the big mountain in there, Hazel got the both of you up with webs, knowing it would take more time if you climbed the mountain.

Once at the top, you took your gun out for precaution and both sets of eyes inspected every corner they saw.

You heard a voice say your name and your father's name, at least you figured that was him since after the same voice pronounced Hazel and her father's name as a welcome later on, such jumpscare made you both be on guard ready to attack. Then you saw a. . . A man? with red face, floating. “Consider me a guide to you and all of those who seek the soul stone.”

You exchanged looks with Hazel before putting down the weapon, your fiancé never let down her guard. “Yeah? How do we get it then?” she asked, still a bit scared.

The entity floated in the middle of the two, you followed him to almost the edge. “What you seek lies in front of you,” he said while both heroes walked to see down. “In order to take the stone you must lose that what you love, an everlasting exchange.” you could feel how your heart dropped, turning back to see Hazel. “A soul for a soul.”

You walked a bit back to think about what was just said, sitting down on a rock in silence. “There has to be another way,” Hazel said after a couple of minutes in silence. “Or maybe he was joking.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don't really think so,” you responded blinking a couple of times. “Think about it, Haze; Thanos came here with his daughter Gamora, got the stone and left without her, that has to mean something.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Maybe he lost her somewhere else, how do we know he isn't making shit up and the stone is somewhere else?” Hazel stood up from the rock, clearly stressed at the situation.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “He knows my father's name. . . I don’t even know it, I don’t think he'll be guessing if I knew him or not.” now you stood up and took her hands. “If we don't get that stone, billions of people will stay dead. . .”

She nodded sighing. “Whatever it takes, right?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Whatever it takes.” you responded with low voice. Cutting distance with her, your lips met in a sweet kiss; one filled with sadness too knowing what was about to come, regret at the thought of accepting the mission, but calm at the thought of saving people. Once you pulled away, a smile showed on your face. “I love you, Hazel, remember that, yeah?”

The girl blinked confused at your words. “Did we just thought of different endings?” she shook her head, taking your arms. “Honey, you have the wrong idea.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hazel, please, let me do this.” you almost cried, taking a step back. “I promised you that, didn't I? We're going to do everything to get them back and this is how. After everything I've done. . . This is my way to redeem all the pain I caused.”

She didn't answer, in your distraction she pinned you to the floor while shaking her head. “No, you'll tell the girls I love them.”

You were quick to change positions and stand up while pointing at her with your electric gun. “Tell them yourself, Haze.” your voice defended before shooting her, seeing how the shock did its work at keeping her down you started to make your way to the edge.

Hazel was fast enough to remove the shot from her and sit up, when trying to use her right web–shooter she realized you had covered it, but not the left one so she changed hands and shot you on the ankles making you fall. With a curse coming out of your mouth, your hands were fast to get the small knife from your belt and cut the webs as Hazel was about to reach the edge.

You ran as fast as you could just as she jumped, hugging her and shooting a gadget which you attached to her was in matter of seconds. The mutant was fast to take your wrist.

The gadget was short, and it was right on her hip so she couldn't reach you with her other hand if she wanted to.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Don't do this, please, don't do it.” she pleaded, your hand was open so if she tried to shoot another web at you with the left shooter, she'll drop you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's okay.” you smiled at her, with quick hand you took away her left shooter. “Let me go, it's okay, I promise.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I can't, I need you, please, don't do this.” Even with her sight blurry from the tears, Hazel was able to see how calm you were.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you.” your voice breathed out one last time.

Taking impulse from the rock, your feet pushed you as Hazel's grip slipped and let your wrist go.

A bloody gut wrenching scream came out of her mouth, feeling how throat hurt from said action, a lightning took her away while she called your name.

Next thing she knew, she was on a pond lying down. Sitting down, on her left hand she could feel the stone, Hazel opened her hand and tears began to stream down her cheeks at the look of the yellow infinity stone. What was she going to say know? How can she show her face back home without you by her side?

It took a couple of minutes for her to find any strength to stand up and get back to her time, but as soon as she arrived to the circle, she felt again on her knees. Completely numb, hearing the other voices muffled celebrating and asking her about you once her knees made noise.

Natasha's voice brought her back, Callahan looked up to her, tears falling from her eyes silently, she couldn't bring herself to tell her how her apprentice sacrificed herself for the stone.

So you could only imagine how she felt once the whole team won over Thanos again and brought her friends back, only for them to ask for you after hugging her and thanking for bringing them back.

Your funeral was alongside Tony's, but Hazel didn't cried, she just stood silent watching at her own ring on her hand, sitting on the stairs of the cabin.

Brittany was the one who sat next to her when she realized she wasn't inside with everyone else, they both were in complete silence.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know. . .” she finally talked after hours of silence, hoarsely. “I just. . . I hope she knows that we did it. That we won.”

Brittany looked at her, compassionate at the way she was feeling. “She knows.” she said, passing one arm on her shoulders, Hazel leaned her head on her friend letting a couple of tears leave her eyes. “I'm sure she does.”

[oluka]

Thoughts on Invincible Iron Man #8 and #9

When I read Invincible Iron Man #8, I couldn’t believe my eyes. A reference to Iron Man #182, in my Iron Man comics? More likely than I thought. The fact that the reference was tasteful and also showcased Duggan’s understanding of Tony’s character was the icing on the cake. To sum up the scene: Tony just got hurt very badly by two Stark Sentinels and is half conscious. He reaches out and asks Emma for help. She gets into his mindscape, which we discover is a snowy alley full with empty bottles and sad tags on the walls.

“No way out, safe, hope”. This is the melodrama I want to see in my Iron Man comics. I also loved that Emma didn’t dismiss Tony’s trauma: “It’s real, but it’s not what’s happening right now.” She helps him get out of this flashback/mindspace, and the fight goes on.

There’s this beautiful panel where Tony surrenders his suit to save Emma:

Look at it!! Look at the colours! Look at the lines! The motion!

Anyways. Tony manages to get Emma away from the fight, taunts Feilong to kill him. Then in issue #9, he refuses Steve’s help when he arrives (because he needs to be alone and he wants to protect his friends) and then he meets up with Emma in the sewers, runs back to his workshop to make her a ring to conceal her from Orchis, and comes back to her. He also bandages his own injuries.

He gets down to the sewers again, and gets into an argument with Emma about his and her actions (or lack thereof) against Orchis/Feilong. And then…

Tony has a panic attack. Which I think is the first time, ever, we see this happening explicitly in an Iron Man comic (I’m happy to be proved wrong). He has a panic attack because everything is going to hell and Rhodey is getting hurt in prison and Feilong is trying to kill Rhodey and Tony. Tony is hurting, physically and mentally, and Duggan does not shy away from showing that. I think that Frigeri made an excellent job in drawing Tony so angry and literally foaming at the mouth: he’s not doing well, his emotions are all over the place. He cries (!!) and asks for help, again. I’m really surprised that Tony asks for help twice in as many issues. Is it because he trusts Emma to calm his mind? Is it easier for him to ask her instead of his friends because it’s less personal? Or is he so desperate that there is no other way? I don’t know. Regardless, it’s interesting.

This time, Emma brings him to his happy place:

His happy place, his “idealistic self-image”, is him surrounded by the Iron Man armours. Emma’s comment about there being less unsavoury people and “tramps” than she’d expected pleased my vindicative heart. But more importantly: last issue, we got to see Tony’s worst mindscape, where he falls into when everything is going to hell and he’s dying. And it was him, alone, in the snow, surrounded by his biggest weakness and fear: alcoholism. In this issue, we see his happy place, which is essentially: Iron Man. What Tony loves most about himself is Iron Man, what he hates most is his alcoholism. AAAAAAAA. This is such quintessential Tony. It’s him. I think I haven’t seen such a good characterization in Iron Man comics in a decade. I still barely believe it.

The following panels set up Tony and Emma’s alliance for the upcoming comics. Judging from the solicits for IIM 12 and 13, they’re going to be a team for at least until those issues, and maybe further.

Emma’s ruthlessness and Tony’s genius can make for a deadly combo. They’re not playing around. I hope we will see them shine together. I can’t wait for them to give Feilong and Orchis what they deserve. Also, note the way they phrase their alliance: “To their deaths.” Add to that the way they are framed, both dressed sharply and facing each other like that, and my mind immediately made the connection to wedding vows: “Until death do us part”. Am I reading too much into it, or was this intentional from Duggan and Frigeri? Maybe future wil tell.

To end this long post, here are unrelated thoughts:

1. I love the current trend of Avengers actively helping Mutants fight against Orchis. We have Tony, of course, but also Steve who reformed the Uncanny Avengers to fight against Orchis; Thor just saved a mutant in Immortal Thor #1, we’ve had mentions of Vision, Reed and T’Challa helping on the information side… It’s great. Between AXE Judgment Day and Fall of X, it seems that Marvel writers/editorial have decided to stop pitting the X-men and Avengers against each other. Let’s hope it stays that way. Avengers help everyone, and it’s nice to finally see it even in x-men books. Also, it gives us awesome panels:

2. Tony is his own nemesis confirmed. Thank you, Duggan.

And that’s it! If you’ve read this far, consider telling me in comments or tags what you thought. I might start doing posts like this for every Iron Man comic week.

[hazelnut-u-out]

EPISODE REVIEW TIMEEEE:

(contains spoilers for “analyze piss”)

sooo…. goddamn….

that was dark, and lighthearted, and inspiring all at once.

i was stoked to see rick seeking out therapy, adapting to it, and being open to growth and change.

i think because of the serious nature of this episode, i’m going to divide my specific initial thoughts into two categories- “light” and “heavy.”

i have to give this ep a 9/10 on first-watch. it feels like a crime to not appreciate this for what it is.

light thoughts:

-NIMBUS CAMEO NIMBUS CAMEO. i didn’t realize how much i love and miss this character until we got to see him again. i am so interested in his dynamic with rick and how much potential he has to be explored.

-YEEEUPPPP. this moment still holds up-

- lmao for once i found myself rooting for jerry in a fight. i’m astounded at how much that showed for his character development, too. he was defending his daughter. his actions later on in the ep are questionable, but no more petty than what we’ve seen from rick.

- it was also cute to see morty and summer be proud of their parents for once. super nice contrast from previous moments that showed they are usually not too thrilled with being associated with them (like in “childrick of mort,” etc.)

- i loved how everyone was celebrating rick for accepting therapy. jerry having his back was really sweet- and beth kissing him on the cheek. it’s nice to see this family unit show some support for each other.

- LMAO RICK IGNORING MR. GREEN BEAN WITH HIS SUNGLASSES ON

- it was so sweet to see rick genuinely happy for his family. just :) while they were climbing on board. (idk if that was him being facetious towards himself, considering he was pulling from his flask, but i thought it was cute)

-shoutout to wong for tricking rick sanchez into doing therapy homework. woman works wonders.

okay… time for the heavy stuff:

- they handled the topic of suicide beautifully and respectfully, which i assume would be a difficult move for a “comedy” to make.

i cried a lot during this episode. a lot.

- wow. just… wow. that was a lot to take in. i found it interesting that rick sought out piss master because he related to him. he knew he was probably complex and misunderstood.

it’s reminiscent of “the old man and the seat” to me, but it seems like rick found it easier to accept another “piece of shit” as his friend than he did tony, who was generally a decent person.

the fact that piss master had a daughter also reminded me of rick’s relationship with tony. rick related to tony because of his dead wife, which drove his decision to forfeit his toilet. rick related to piss master because of his relationship with his daughter, which drove him to make his death something she could be proud of (and wouldn’t blame herself for).

- building off of my last thought, it seems like every time rick decides to open up and accept friendship, they end up dying (with an exception of BP, squanchy, etc.). he’s growing, but he’s still not allowed to let new people in yet.

- that scene of him trying to save piss master was gut wrenching. just… all of it. he really didn’t want him to die. he really cared. he’s really a person- wholly and fully. piss master wasn’t just some guy to rick in that moment.

- that scene where he has a conversation with piss master’s daughter (literally SPEAKING AS piss master) hit me hard.

i really think, in his mind, he was talking to beth there.

piss master is someone rick can relate to, not only for his daughter, but the fact that he wanted to take his own life. the show isn’t shy about the fact that rick has attempted suicide before.

here’s the scenes this scene reminded me of:

rick has literally tried to kill himself in his daughter’s house. i wonder if that made him think of how that would have made beth feel- to have found him there. if she would have blamed herself…

he wouldn’t ever want his little girl to think that.

piss master is a lot like him: a piece of shit whose daughter loves the fuck out of him for some reason.

i also don’t think it’s a coincidence that piss master’s daughter looks a lot like beth. that look through the peephole at her? damn… how do you think that felt?

(can’t find a screen grab of her yet, but when i do i’ll update this.)

we know he’s a sap for men with dead wives/daughters. this one hit home.

-in the end, morty is his best friend. he couldn’t bear to hurt alone.

i don’t think that he confided in morty to be a dick, or to regress at all. i think he was trying to healthily share his feelings, but that wasn’t fair to morty. he could’ve called wong, or told her earlier. that’s what therapists are for.

- it shows a lot that morty retaliated immediately.

“i can’t sit with that!”

“and you expect me to?!”

great moment that shows his growth.

(i really don’t feel like i’m giving this episode justice, so i’m going to rewatch soon and make a full analysis).

[cricket-reader]

Something in Common

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Summary: you get captured and held in captivity. Bucky finds you and has an argument with your dad, Tony. Later, Bucky confesses his feelings for you

Warnings: language, kidnapping, torture, injections, near-death experience, amputation, fluff, Tony (yes, he’s a warning), Tony and Bucky’s strained relationship

Word Count: 1622

Prompt: "Breathe, damn you!” I Shock | Amputation | Infection

A/N: Day 8 of June of Doom by @juneofdoom

You can’t remember when you got here. You don’t even know what day it is. All you know is that for the past however many days, weeks maybe, they have been coming into your room and injecting you with stuff you knew shouldn’t be in your body.

First it was bright green which only managed to get you a rash. Then it was blood red which again only gave you a rash, that time worse than the last. Then it was neon yellow which did absolutely nothing except make you really tired. After that it was kind of a blur. You’re suspecting they’re going to try the whole damn rainbow.

You know why they took you too. You are the daughter of some very influential and important people. Hell, your dad is Iron Man. Who wouldn’t want to kidnap you? But usually people kidnap rich people’s kids when they’re young, not when they’re your age, and when they do kidnap a rich person’s kid, they usually ask for ransom. You don’t think that has happened yet.

You can barely lift your head when the metal door creaks open. The same man walks in, you only know him as “the doctor”, but you have a fair amount of nicknames for him in your arsenal; none of them are that nice, though.

You’re so weak from all the injections that you’re surprised he’s still going. He’s probably trying to create a supervillain out of you as some ploy of revenge against your father. In his years on earth, Tony Stark has gained a lot of enemies. You wish you had been taken by some of his enemies that are actually good people like Hank or something.

At this point you can barely feel your arm, so when he inserts the needle, you can barely feel it. You don’t feel the liquid entering your veins anymore either. Really, it’s almost a blessing at this point.

When he finishes injecting you with the bright blue liquid, each of your muscles tenses up. Heart beating faster, you wonder if this is the one that finally kills you.

Tears form in your eyes as you begin to feel the first bout of pain you’ve felt in days or even weeks.

The feeling is so intense, you don’t even notice the door open again. You don’t notice the blood from the doctor getting shot In the head.

In your state of shock, you barely register your restraints being released and your body being carried out.

Tony clambers up behind Barnes, who has been the one to find you. Your left arm is marked with ugly purple and black bruises.

Bucky sets you down on a stretcher in the Quinjet and backs up so the doctor and nurse they brought along can do their job.

Bucky has tears in his eyes, and he can’t honestly remember the last time he’d cried.

Tony, on the other hand, was by your side in an instant. His hand holds yours and he mutters under his breath. He needs everything to be okay. He needs his baby to be okay.

“She’s not breathing! Stark back up!” one of the medical professionals yells. Tony freezes on the spot. His heart shatters hearing his baby isn’t breathing.

Bucky ends up having to drag him away from the scene as he starts yelling, “Breathe, damn you! Don’t do this to me! Please!”

Only once Tony is away from the situation, does Bucky let him go. Misplacing his anger, Tony shoves Barnes. “What the hell?”

“I should be asking you the same thing, Stark! You need to let the medical professionals do their fucking job!”

“You don’t understand, Barnes. Is that your child in there? Has your child been missing for the better half of a year? Has your child stopped breathing? Oh wait, you don’t fucking have a child.”

“I may not, but that does not mean I do not care for her.”

Stark scoffs and turns away, running his hands through his hair. “You don’t know what this has done to me… she is my child and you could never understand the pain of knowing she is out there and you’re helpless to do anything even though you’re a fucking superhero.

“Tell me what is the point of being a superhero if the ones you love aren’t safe? Huh? You wouldn’t know anything about that, though, would you?”

“Don’t tell me what I do and do not know,” Bucky mutters, “the person I love with all of my heart has been missing for the better half of a year and I had to spend that time going around as if nothing ever happened, okay?

“You got to be an asshole because your kid had been taken, but I had to carry on as if the love of my life hadn’t been ripped away from me before I even got to fucking tell them.”

“So don’t you dare tell me that I don’t fucking know what it’s like to be a superhero whilst the ones I love aren’t safe because I fucking love them and they weren’t safe and I was useless in finding them.”

Both men stare at each other, not uttering a single word after Bucky’s breakdown. They don’t exchange any more words thereafter.

When you wake up both of your parents are sitting next to you along with one of your best friends. That alone is practically a miracle given that your dad and your best friend are never in the same room.

Your dad calls out your name as soon as he sees you’re awake. Pepper, your step-mother that you consider your real mom, goes to get someone. Your best friend Bucky stays put in his seat, his hands twitching, aching to be near you.

“Hey, sweetheart, you’re okay. You’re safe now.” He’s crying. You know it’s serious when your dad is crying. How long had you been captured for?

You try to reach out for your dad but you still can’t feel your arm. Brows furrowed, you look down at the site of your injections to see it missing. Eyes blown wide, your heart starts beating faster. Tears form in your eyes as you panic. Where is your arm? What’s going on?

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, just breathe for me, okay? Everything is going to be okay.”

“Dad, what… where… what happened,” you choke out.

“Your arm was really badly infected. The only thing they could do was amputate it. I’m so sorry, honey.”

“No, no, no, why?” you cried out. This isn’t fair.

Tony wrapped his arms around you,

and you cried into his shoulder. The doctor comes into your room not long after, and checks up on you. She makes sure everything is alright before leaving you.

“Stark?” Your heart beats out of your chest, having forgotten that Bucky has been in the room this whole time.

“Is it okay if I have a little time…”

Your father huffs, frowning deeply. “Fine, but just know I’m not happy about it.”

“I know,” Bucky dejectedly sighs. When your father is out of the room Bucky picks up the conversation. “So… I’d ask you how you’re doing, but I’m pretty sure you’ll punch me for it.”

You both chuckle. Bucky has never been one to be real sappy, and you like that. Especially now that everyone is going to be asking you that god forsaken question nonstop.

“I missed you…”

You smile. “I missed you too, Buckaroo.”

He shakes his head, “I even missed that stupid nickname.” You gasp, feigning shock.

“Don’t tell the others,” he warns, a small smile still on his handsome face.

“Your secret is safe with me.” You wink at him. You notice him shift uncomfortably as he frowns. “What’s wrong?”

Bucky opens his mouth to confess everything. To tell you how much he loves you. How much he cherishes every moment spent with you. He longs to tell you that you’re the only one he thinks about before going to bed and when he wakes up. He yearns to tell you how he needs you like he needs the very air he breathes.

Bucky’s past self would be kicking him if he could see him now.

He gets a text on his phone and ignores it. He has to tell you. Another ding from his phone and he wants to chuck it across the room. This moment is supposed to be perfect. Yet here he is standing like a bumbling fool with his phone going off like crazy. “Sorry,” he mumbles, taking out his damn phone.

Shock registers on his features when he reads “Stop staring at her like a gaping fish and just ask her already.” Bucky looks around the room with narrowed eyes.

“Buck?”

His heart stops hearing your small voice. How the hell is he supposed to ask you out when your father is watching his every move? Bucky take a deep breath and wipes a sweaty palm on his jeans.

“Iwaswonderingifyoumaybewantedtogooutwithmesometime!”

You blankly stare at him. In all the years that you’ve known Bucky, he has never acted like this before. What is going on with him?

“What was that?” You giggle a bit. He looks like he is going to be sick or something.

“I was… well I was just wondering if uh… if you maybe wanted…to go out with me sometime?”

“Is that why you’ve been so nervous?” You smile. He’s so adorable. “Of course I would, Buck!”

He breathes out in relief, shoulders realising their tension as if the weight of a thousand boulders have been released.

“And we already have something in common!”

Bucky furrows his brows. You smile at him and wiggle your stub of an arm.

Taglist: @harleycao

[hermanunworthy]

!DNDADS S2 EP44 SPOILERS!

aTONYment??? what does pepperoni tony have to so w this. oh my god are they gonna visit him in heaven or something. wtf is happening. guess i gotta listen and find out (im scared)

- BETH PLAYING AS NPC BETH MAY

- "ron... what ARE we?" WTF IS HAPPENINGGG

- ROGUE TAYLOR??????

- MORE GOOFY FREDDIE NUMBERS IM EXCITED

- NO NO DONT SAY THE LINCOLN FACT AS LINCOLN THATS GONNA MAKE ME SAD

- WILL IS SO SILLY i love that man

- i like the energy at the start of this one its fun

- wait is anthony doing a regular dad fact

- ANTHONY. 😭

- FREDDIE DEATH SOUND MY BELOVED

- DID LINCOLN JUST CALL HIS GRANDPA ZADDY. NEVER AGAIN

- "i had more fun in the other place" GREASE CAR FLASHBACKS.

- OMG EARLY HERMIE APPEARANCE (i choked on my food)

- "no! we cant! my scene partner!" they are so besties (worsties)

- "MY FUTURE LIFE PARTNER" HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK OAKWORTHY CRUMBS. OH M GOD . FUTURE LIFE PARTNER.

- MEATBALL SCARY

- TERRY JR SOON. GUYS

- oh wow beth hasnt cast unseen servant since. goth

- ANTHONYS BABY VOICE

- so lincoln is looking for the eleanor shellstrop okay (this whole heaven/hell stuff has just constantly been reminding me of tgp)

- "he looks up at them asianly" has the same energy as the "cries in spanish" meme

- FREDDIES LITTLE SONG HAS ME SCREAMINGGGG

- ARE TJEY ACTUALLY GONNA FIND TONY. OH MY GOD

- WOW ALL U GUYS THAT WERE JUST TELLING ME HOW U MISS PEPPERONI TONY. HOW ARE YALL FEELING

- SCARY HAS A CHANCE TO APOLOGIZE.

- 4:30 MILE IS ACTUALLY INSANE. MATT.

- HOW DID WILL FORGET THAT SOCCER IS LINKS WHOLE THING

- GOD LINK CALLING NORMAL OUTTT

- HERMIE. FUCK OFFFFF

- SPARROW OFFERING NORMAL A HUG????

- FUUUUUCK. NORMAL

- help i would like to interrupt for just a sec to say that in the middle of the episode just now i got hired at spirit halloween. dndads reference GAKDJD

- TONY WAS WAITING FOR MARGARITA WAAAAA

- SCARY SOUNDS SO NERVOUS NOBODY HMU

- IM GONNA CRY. I CANT DO THIS

- PLZZZZ LET THEM SEE MARGARITA AGAIN PLZZZ

- SCARY WHY WOULD U ASK IF IT HURT :[[

- WHAT IS THE VIBE OF THIS SCENE. HELP

- NOOOO I NEED SCARY AND MARGARITA TO INTERACT AGAIN. THEY ARE GFS

- SCARY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT....

- THEY ARE BEING SO AWFUL TO NORMAL. QUIT IT

- SCARYS TALKING ABOUT TERRY. END ME

- "he never knew me when i was someone to be proud of" OOOUGHGHHH

- IF THAT FUCKING SWORD GOT INTO HERMIES HANDS. THEY WOULD BE UNSTOPPABLE

- NORMAL. BURIES MY HEAD IN THE FUCKING DIRT

- ooo normal dragging the sword would make cool fanart

- i honestly love salty normal but it also makes me really sad

- SCARY DIDNT INCLUDE HERMIE AMONG HER SPOUSES????

- TY WILL FOR REMEMBERING NICKY

- TAYLOR DEFENDING HIS DAD AWWW

- WTF IS THIS FIGHT???? HELLO??

- IS NORMAL FINALLY SNAPPING. IS THIS HAPPENING

- "I AM JEALOUS I DONT HAVE ANY COOL DYNAMICS W ANYBODY!!!" FUUUUUUCKK

- i cant do this i feel sick im SICK

- "why are they arguing i thought they liked each other" WHAT IF I BURST INTO TEARS RN.

- THE NORMAL ANGST IN THIS EPISODE IS TOOOO MUCH FOR ME

- NORMAL PUT THE MASCOT COSTUME BACK ON. FUCK. FUCK

- "ME AND MY THREE BEST FRIENDS AND MY FUTURE BOYFRIEND" GUYS. GUYS I CANNOT DO THIS

- THESE KIDS ARE SOOOO TRAUMATIZED WHAT THE HELLLL

- OH RON WAS IN SCARYS POCKET

- TERRY IS IN THE "PLANES OF MISERY"????

- "maybe he saw what u could be" BETH.....

- LINKS TRYING TO TALK TO NORMAL AGAIN PLZ END MY SUFFERING

- TERRY AND GLENN ARE FUCKING FIGHTING EACH OTHER????? WHATTTT

- OH NEXT EPISODE IS GONNA BE WIIIIIILD DUUUDE

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED 🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷

Rumplestiltskin... this thing we have, it's--it's never been easy. I've... I've lost you so many times. I've lost you to darkness, to weakness, and finally, to death. But now I realize... I realize that I have not spent my life losing you. I've spent my life finding you.

Belle. when we met, I wasn't just unloved and unloving. I was an enemy of love. Love only brought me pain. My walls were up. But you brought them down. You brought me home. You brought life into my life and chased away all the darkness. And I vow to you I will never forget the distance between what I was and what I am. I owe more to you than I can ever say. How you can see the man behind the monster I will never know.

But that monster is gone. And the man beneath him may be flawed... but we all are. And I love you for it. Sometimes the best book has the dustiest jacket. And sometimes the best teacup is chipped.

SOMETIMES THE BEST TEACUP IS CHIPPED 😭😭😭😭

Goddammit rumple. You're killing me here.

And I'm still crying.

So belle likes to hike? Good little nugget to remember

He's such a dork for her.

OH MY GOD IT'S THE BALLROOM SCENE WITH THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST OUTFITS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

David I honestly think if you went with baelfire rumple would've murdered you in front of everyone.

"There is always a crisis, perhaps you should consider living your life during them, otherwise you'll miss is."

Again this show has some banger lines.

EVIL SNOWMAN RUN!!!!

😂😂😂

I laughed so hard I cried at that fucking bo peep line.

Emma and David the sarcastic duo amd I'm fucking here for it. I can see them antagonizing the shit out of snow for fun. See who makes her crack first.

And then he pulls the "what are your intentions with my daughter" talk

"THATS old fashioned even by my standards and I still pay with dabloons" 😂😂😂😂

Hook using a cell phone seconds later is funny as fuck

Fucking Tony markovich is hans and it is so fucking funny.

In fairness I never tried to kill her.

I didn't try to kill her! I left her to die! Important distinction.

😂😂😂😂

Should she want to be held I want to do it with both hands.

😭😭😭😭😭

Them being total dorky parents is so cute.

And I love how emma didn't notice his hook was gone at first. Like it's not something she even sees about him being a flaw.

Your daughter is in very good hands.

That's what I'm worried about especially since you have two of them.

Omg fucking Anna. Rumple looks like he's ready to kill her right there for being an airhead.

A deal anna.

[adamwatchesmovies]

Hereditary (2018)

Keen viewers will foresee the ending of Hereditary fairly early on. Having seen the film three times now, I’ve realized that's not a bug; it's a feature. The point is that you see the train coming but you can't move out of its way. With a superb performance by Toni Collette at its center, terrific, inventive cinematography and impeccable direction by Ari Aster (his feature-film debut), it's a joy to examine the filmmaking at work. It also happens to be horrifying.

Following the death of her estranged mother, Annie Graham (Toni Collette) attends a loss support group to try and cope. She’s been sleepwalking again and can't shake the feeling that something's... not right at home.

In class, Annie’s son, Peter (Alex Wolff) isn’t paying attention to his teacher's lesson, but he should be. The students are asked whether it’s more tragic for a hero to know they're doomed but be unable to change their fate, or be unaware of the misfortune awaiting them. This idea is what makes the ending of "Hereditary" work. There’s something about watching people slowly inching their way towards annihilation unsettling. With every passing second, you can feel the walls of their cage tightening. You’re an outsider, powerless to react and when the danger is as intense as it is in Hereditary, you’re glad to be nothing but an onlooker. In the most intense scenes, nothing could be more frightening than the characters turning towards you for help. Of course you would if you could. Annie, Steve (Gabriel Byrne), Peter and Charlie (Milly Shapiro) go through so much you don’t want them to suffer but your curiosity has also gotten the better of you. What’s coming will surely make your skin crawl and your hairs stand on end but you want to see just to be sure. Maybe things will go a different way. Or maybe they’ll go exactly how you expect they will.

Key images in the film fill me with dread just thinking about them. It makes me want to claw my eyes out so I don’t have to see them anymore, which makes me admire the filmmaking even more. The longer you look at this movie, the more things you notice. In many scenes there are symbols hidden in the background, there are things standing in the darkness, recurring images and foreshadowing telling you what’s incoming. It all ties back to that question posed to Peter. The more you see, the more you wonder whether you want the characters to know what you do or if you’d rather they stay ignorant of the doom that awaits them. The recurring theme of decapitation is on its own more than enough to give you the willies.

The performance by Toni Colette turns something you would normally passively watch into a reality you’re forced to confront. Her wails as she cries pierce your chest and wrap their fingers around your heart. Her panic as she pieces together what’s actually going on is palpable even if you don’t quite understand all of the “rules”. This film is quite good at giving you the minimum amount of information required and leaving the rest for your mind to fill in the blanks. If you're the king of person that won’t be able to sleep until you know everything that happened, don't worry. There are a few scenes that spell it out for you. Our lead is so good you’re likely to overlook how well everyone else does with their roles. Milly Shapiro, for instance. You’d never guess A) she was 15 at the time and B) that she’s a perfectly normal teenaged girl. Obviously they used prosthetics to make her look the way she does but she so subtly off you just don’t know what to make of her.

There are certain aspects of the film you could criticize. Hereditary is essentially a modern update on a couple of well-known horror films and a scene during the beginning makes it very easy for you to know this story’s final destination. This may detract from some of the fun but it certainly won’t take away the scares. In fact, it gets more intense, more terrifying upon rewatches because your eyes can focus less on what’s happening in the foreground and more on the stuff hidden in the margins. There’s a brilliant scene with a rolling ball every aspiring horror filmmaker needs to take note of. It's just one example of the many scenes ready to conjure up some recurring nightmares. (March 20, 2020)

[forensicated]

Smiffina Episodes - Episode 384

Last episode, Smithy was found unconscious behind the wheel of his car that had crashed down a bankside. There was a bottle of vodka on the dash and Louise had died in RTA.

This episode, Smithy slowly comes round not knowing where he is or what has happened. Yvonne supports his neck and tells him to keep still as Tony urges the ambulance to come quicker.

June calls Adam and gets him to come back in, telling him what has happened. She says Smithy was found unconscious at the wheel of his car by a man out walking his dog who saw nothing else. The accident was logged at 6.15pm - when he'd still be on duty - and he was in 'half blues' (his uniform shirt with his coat over the top). Adam asks June to let him know as soon as Smithy is able to talk as thankfully it looks like it's just cuts and bruises at the moment.

At the hospital, Yvonne whispers to Tony that Smithy doesn't yet know that Louise is dead. She has to get him to take a breathalyser and the hospital say he can be released as he's got minor cuts and bruises and is drunk/starting to hang. Smithy asks Yvonne what's happening because he's got a banging headache and feels really sick and she gets him to take the breathalyser. Smithy is literally stunned that he's over the limit and struggles off the bed to grab the machine to do it again himself.

Smithy panics, not knowing what is going on or how he got to the hospital or why he's there, begging them to tell him what is going on. Yvonne has to arrest him as Tony gently breaks the news that a woman was knocked down by his car. Smithy is clearly stunned and asks if she's okay.... Yvonne has to tell him not only that the woman has died... but that it was Louise. Smithy passes out - only stopped from hitting the floor by Yvonne and Tony holding him up.

June has to book a clearly shell-shocked Smithy in at the station, asking Yvonne to go see the Superintendent. A silent Smithy shakes his head to refuse a solicitor or a fed rep and Tony literally has to propel him across the floor to get him to move for an official breathalyser test. He blows a 47 which is over the limit of 35.

Adam asks Yvonne what happened and she tells him that Louise was hit at speed by a car that drove away. Smithy's registration plate was found at the scene and he was found at the wheel of his car a short distance away. Yvonne tells him she doesn't know if Smithy could have knocked Louise over - but the evidence points that way.

The FME tells June Smithy isn't fit for interview so he's bailed until 8.30am the next day when the DPS will interview him. Smithy tells Yvonne there's noone to contact for him as he can't face anyone else so she tells him he's coming back with her. He tries to resist but she won't take no for an answer as he needs someone there for him whilst he comes to terms with the entire situation.

Adam arrives takes him aside, asking him why he left when he was still on duty. Smithy tells him he wanted to speak to Louise and tells Adam he doesn't know why, he just had to see her. He almost passes out again and Adam helps him to a chair as he cries. "I don't understand, I don't know why any of this is happening to me." Adam comforts him and strongly advises him to request both a solicitor and a fed rep - not just for the sake of his job but also for the chance he might go to prison. He tells him to go home with Yvonne and try and sleep and hopefully things will start to come back to him.

Smithy does exactly that and Yvonne goes to put the kettle on, leaving him alone for the first time since he found out what had happened. Smithy glances mournfully around the room before breaking down heavily in tears as he struggles to process the last few hours.

Yvonne has to tell the relief that Smithy has been arrested over Louise's death. She also tells them the DPS is running an investigation internally over it. Roger and the rest of the relief mock that news whilst Emma looks strangely uncomfortable.

"Looks like we're leaving just in time, the DPS have arrived." growls Roger. "How can you tell it's him?". "The smell, Lewis. The smell and the look on his face like his mother couldn't run fast enough away from her cousin if you get my drift." Good job that the DCI talking to Adam isn't any of their fathers on the quiet, hey Emma?

Frank Keane isn't overly popular in Sun Hill. This is not least because he's investigating Smithy, that he's part of the DPS... but he's also the man who investigated Jack when he was accused of taking backhanders (Episodes 378/379). "He's the best man for the job." Adam assures Jack. "If you're sure, but if you ask me, he'd be knitting at the foot of the guillotine." Jack mutters.

Zain asks Jack what they're going to do about Smithy. Jack says the DPS are handling it and they're not allowed to. Zain isn't impressed and insists that they don't know Smithy and they won't be able to solve the case correctly. Jack tells Zain he feels exactly the same way but what can they do about it? Zain fixes Jack with a Paddington Bear Stare. They can work it of course!

Jack relents and agrees to let Zain make some discreet calls. "I've had enough of Keane to last me a lifetime."

Frank asks Adam what Smithy's account was. Adam admits he couldn't remember much. Frank scoffs unsympathetically and suggests now he's sobered up he'll remember more. Frank asks if he knows Louise and Smithy were having an affair. Adam admits that he knew and that Smithy had told him it had ended. Frank points out that it clearly hadn't and berates him for lying to which Adam insists it was probably to keep his private life private and that noone at the station thinks Smithy had anything to do with it. Frank just shrugs, telling Adam they now have a witness that they're tracing and to hope that he is singing from the same hymn sheet. The witness has been spotted on the CCTV from the area. Admittedly it's not clear but he can be seen in the telephone box - it's the man who rang 999.

JT tries to get Yvonne's attention to the front desk but she's too busy to come through and hurries off so Adam has to be contacted . It turns out it's Smithy at the front desk, having to be signed in and 'collected' for his interview.

Zain comes to Smithy and tries to reassure him that he is doing everything he can to clear his name. He offers to talk it through with him and they go into the front interview room whilst Smithy waits for Adam and Frank. Smithy tells Zain he thought he could get to Louise and back within half an hour. He wanted to say a final goodbye to Louise before she went to enter Witness Protection. This was about 10 past 4 but the accident has been timed at just over 2 hours later at 6.15pm when the phone call was made to the emergency services. He asks Smithy what happened in those 2 hours. Smithy doesn't know, he doesn't remember drinking, driving or anything... but he knows he did not and would not kill Louise. "I've been set up." Zain nods. "First thing I thought of. Pete Larson." Smithy confesses that he also thinks he was drugged as he's had a few of the symptoms of GHB or rohypnol poisoning.

In an interview room with the DPS, Smithy is still refusing legal representation or a fed rep. He tells Frank he wants to try sort it out between them if they can without any official legal involvement. Silly boy! He tells Frank he still can't remember much but he's sure he's been set up by Pete Larson. He'd tried to kill her before (and had attacked Smithy!) and this time he's succeeded because she's the only one who could put him away. He thinks that he didn't kill him because he needed someone to pin it on, and that it's also a way of punishing Smithy for 'taking' Louise. Smithy fights back tears and tries to compose himself repeatedly. He admits they tried to stop the affair but couldn't... his voice breaks as he allows himself to start to say that if they had stopped... but he can't complete the ending that - Louise would/could still be alive if they had.

Smithy confesses their plan for the future, that Louise was going to fly to Australia after the trial and set up a new life. Smithy was going to hand in his notice and fly out to join her so they could be together. Frank scoffs that Pete couldn't set up all this from inside, but Smithy insists his influence is all over London as he is a powerful man with all sorts of contacts. "I was drugged! I was set up!" Smithy tells a disbelieving Frank. Frank wonders aloud if Smithy is pointing the finger at Pete to divert attention from himself. Smithy gets worked up as Frank insinuates that he's the guilty party that they argued and he 'accidentally' clipped her as he drove off in a rage. Smithy refuses to hear a bar of it. "I didn't kill Louise, because I couldn't." he chokes out. Frank cuts off the interview, saying they'll have the forensic results soon.

Jack asks Zain for any updates, he tells Jack that there was a room booked in that hotel under Smithy's name. The staff don't remember seeing Smithy but they do Louise. Zain continues that it ties in with Smithy's theory that he was drugged and can't account for the missing 2 hours.

Frank tells Adam that he's had an update on Smithy's phone and that a text was sent to Louise's from it at 6.10pm saying: 'Meet me at the Bestborough Hotel. I've got a surprise for you.' "This means his story doesn't hold up." Frank insists with Adam nodding. OR IT COULD MEAN THAT HE WAS, Y'KNOW, DRUGGED AND SET UP AND IT WASN'T HIM THAT SENT IT?! Fucks sake, Frank and Adam!

Frank agrees that Smithy should be bailed for now and Adam goes in to tell him. Smithy is blaming himself after his realisation earlier... he tells Adam he should have finished it and that it's 'all down to me'. Adam appears to be regarding Smithy differently and seems rather standoffish compared to the day before, telling him only to go home and sleep and nothing about the alleged text. (It wouldn't be so bad if it didn't come quite so soon after Adam's own set up problems with Isaac Collins in episode 329!!)

Adam and Frank attend the scene where the traffic officer confirms that it was Smithy's car that caused Louise's death after the forensics had been completed. The tire tracks proved that she was hit at speed and that the car mounted the kerb to do so and then did a U turn and came back on itself to drive at her a second time. It was no accident.

Back at Yvonne's Smithy has managed to fall asleep finally and the TV quietly plays a film to itself. At guns are fired on the screen, Smithy's brain helpfully replays some of the day before - specifically being taken hostage at gunpoint. He then goes to pour himself a drink of vodka but before he can drink it the smell causes another flashback, being force-fed and almost waterboarded with a bottle of vodka. He rings Zain and updates him.

Neil returns to Sun Hill on attachment from MIT at personal request of Jack and Adam. (Background: If I remember rightly, he took a sabbatical when his paedophile father in law was found out and murdered in 344 and it turns out in 366 he's with MIT for a change of scenery/get away from ghosts when he returns for a short while to investigate the serial killer targeting gay men ending in Lance's death. He then returns again for a short while in 378/379 when Jack is accused of taking backhanders. He returns for this and then when MIT are dicks, he refuses to be involved with their investigation into Smithy as he knows the man and knows he wouldn't do it and so transfers back properly in 387. )

Frank presents Yvonne with CCTV picture of the man that they want to trace as a witness. Roger glares down the corridor as he watches with some other uniform officers... but Emma can't escape this time and when Frank says hello the others wind her up for being on first name terms with the DPS and she has to confess that he's her father...

Neil updates CID with what has happened and that it is now a murder case and that it was a deliberate murder. Zain insists that it was a set up by Pete Larson and Smithy was drugged. Jo adds that Smithy's symptoms - amnesia, nausea, loss of consciousness - do back this up. Frank just insists that it 'could' be a convenient cover. Sun Hill are not happy - literally glaring back at him after a group "WHAT?!"

Frank insists that Smithy is a copper and he would know how to play the game and that he could be making it all up. Jack quickly jumps in to stop them lynching Frank, saying they have to check everything that could give them a lead. They also want to interview Louise's friend who let her stay at her place over Christmas whilst she was away to see if she can tell them anything about her and Smithy.

Smithy comes in to speak to Neil and Frank, telling them he's remembered that he arrived at the hotel as usual, parked in his usual place and the next thing he remembers there's a man with a gun in his face telling him to get back into the car and drive. He remembers being ordered to drink vodka or be killed - or watch Louise be killed. He was wearing a balaclava so Smithy can't give a description. Neil asks about the man's voice and Smithy says he can't remember if he was young or old or if he had an accent and FRANK LITERALLY ROLLS HIS FUCKING EYES right in front of him! He clearly doesn't believe any of it. Thank god for Neil being so calm and helpful for Smithy or I'd need to replace my monitor by now... Smithy can't remember the gun - which given his knowledge and history is a big fuck off sign too! - and insists he was drugged.

Frank takes over and asks what happened in the missing two hours of his life. "I was out. cold." Smithy repeats. "Then how was a text message sent from your phone at 6.05pm to Louise?" (that's changed considering it was 10 past earlier...) HE JUST FUCKING SAID THERE WAS A MAN IN THE CAR WITH HIM WHO FORCED HIM TO DRINK AND DRUGGED HIM. That is an answer for BOTH OF THOSE.

Ahem.

Frank doubles back to knowing that it was a deliberate killing now and not an accident and that his theory 'could' be right that they did argue. (so could Smithy's, not that you believe it Keane!) and that he loved her so much that he'd risked his life for her and that rage and fury took over. Neil is clearly not happy with Frank's methods.

Emma tries to talk to Roger about her father. Roger's still not happy, telling her that Smithy is innocent and that if her father condescended to talk to any member of the team he'd know that. Emma storms out when Roger tells her that it'll take as long as it takes for the evidence to come forward because it will be found and Smithy will be cleared, whatever her father thinks. She returns with a list of telephone numbers to all the shops and churches etc in the area that the telephone box was in and she splits them with Roger. They appear to track him down as a landlord says it sounds like one of his regulars.

Jack is in the Sgt's office with a shell-shocked Smithy who can't believe that Frank thinks that he killed Louise. Jack reassures him they'll clear his name and asks him about Pauline Burton. Smithy tells her that she's an old friend of Louise's. When she and Pete got together the two women fell out but they've patched it up and Louise has been staying with her. Smithy admits that if Louise would tell anyone that she was going to leave the country for Australia it'd be Pauline.

Jo and Zain have to tell Pauline that Louise has been killed in an accident. Pauline is gutted and slowly explains that she and Louise had patched things up. She says that she'd met a new man who had made her see Pete for what he was and that he was called Dale Smith. Unfortunately though she can't say that she'd ever met Smithy as the relationship was over just before she moved in. Noone thinks to ask her if she'd been around for the entire fucking time though - they don't see that she's been away for Christmas... or even consider that Louise was a known private person used to keeping secrets (this is why them staying at hotels doesn't make sense when Smithy has his own place and Louise was staying in a 'safe' place away from Pete!) Oh no...Frank just angrily demands from Smithy why Pauline is telling them that the relationship was over. Smithy explains that the less people who knew the less risk there was of Pete finding out.

Also? Smithy already told them before that the man had black gloves and a balaclava on but Frank's all 'yours is the only dna in that car' which is literal bullshit anyway because what? Smithy's never given anyone a lift? He brought it absolutely brand new? It's a GG51 reg! It was a 5 year old car by that point! There'd be loads of DNA in that car that would need testing and no way fibres from the man's clothes wouldn't be amongst them too!

Smithy's blood results show that there's no sign of GHB or anything else in his system but GHB is only detectable in his blood for up to 8 hours. He didn't have blood taken at the hospital! And given that if it was administered at say before 5 (it works for 3/4 hours after) to make him pliable to get everything set up if the drinking didn't work and to get the vodka in too he'd need it taking before midnight/1am to show it up! (The others would last longer but urine samples are a more common test for Ket/rohypnol according to google as they're more reliable). Neil reassures him and tries to gently jog his memory again.

Roger tells Emma that the landlord is pretty adamant that the witness is a man called Carl Caplan who is an insurance clerk in the day and a delivery driver at night. Sounds like a man with money issues no...? Two jobs? and one who frequents a pub often enough for a pint before doing his delivery driving job (...!) to be recognised?

Neil is concerned that the evidence is stacked against Smithy and MIT are working to that. Jack insists that he's still innocent and they will prove it.

Caplan is approached by Emma and Roger and brought in. Jack and Smithy think it's going to be good news. This is The Bill after all... how can it be? Frank praises his daughter and tells her she's too good for Sun Hill and that she should take the fast track option. She's adamant that Smithy is innocent as her team tell her. "If it's good enough for them...."

Caplan tells them that he is working two jobs because he's struggling financially after a messy divorce with maintenance, a house mortgage and rent for his bedsit. He tells them he was too scared to come forward because 'the way that man was driving, it was obvious that he meant to hurt that woman.' Carl seems shocked that Louise is dead and insists he was scared that the man would find out who he was and go after his kids. He seems awfully detailed on exactly what they should be told too. He tells them that he saw her as he passed the hotel, she was getting out of a car whilst reading a text message. There was no one else around and then a car came from nowhere and charged at her. He shouted look out to her and she ran but the car hit her. He says he got a good look at the driver and can identify him. He picks Smithy out of a WADS line up. Jack has to tell CID who clearly can't believe it either. Zain instantly points out that he's clearly a plant. Jack agrees - and tells Jo to set up financial checks into Caplan. "I don't believe this. Only one witness, who just happens to ID Smithy who just happens to be involved with the wife of one of London's biggest gangsters. Caplan has been briefed and placed at the scene!" Insists Zain. "Let's prove it." Jack adds.

Neil tells Yvonne that they've got the ID, Caplan identified Smithy... and Yvonne has to charge him as duty Sergeant - despite not agreeing with it. He's charged with Louise's murder in front of Frank, Adam and Neil in the Sgt's office...He remains silent for the entire time, even when he's lead to a cell, simply handing over his warrant card to Adam.

[askatrigenderlgbt]

This post is gonna get serious. I wanna talk about Tony's death in the MCU and how I was affect by it and my past.

Trigger warning: I'm gonna be talking about PTSD, death, depression, and overall a lot of heavy stuff. If this stuff bothers you, you should skip this post. I have plenty other posts that are more for humor or fanfiction.

Tony's death.

This rocked me to my core. I cried when he spoke his last words and how he ended his arc the way he did. I cried cause the character who brought me into the MCU had left it after all this time. I had cried for the character who had become so important to me, only to cry all over again when Steve decided to leave too. Both goodbyes that were from important parts of my Marvel experience were gone like that.

It was a perfect, tragic, ending for both characters. The pain and loss, to the end of their arcs showing how much they changed.

The thing is though, seeing Tony's death, and Steve's choice to leave, had me mentally and emotionally shut down the first time I watched those scenes. I had been lost unconsciously to the past, back to the moment that still haunts me today.

I have PTSD. And my trauma came from my grandfather passing away when I was four. It was traumatic, loud, messy, and lots of crying from my mother. The only person I had to call 'dad' was simply gone in mere seconds.

He past away in my mother's arms, and from the way my mom can remember he was also coughing blood. His lung cancer finally caught up to him.

When children are exposed to stimulation it is already so much for them, every experience being many things: an inconvenience being the end of the world, a new little fact being a huge joy, every experience is learning how the world is. But in terms of trauma? It's greater damage to the mind as a kid compared to an adult.

I had watched my grandfather pass away, got stuck in the loud chaos, and had been unable to process what just happened. I only knew that he wasn't coming back, and that answer only left me empty.

After this moment things changed a lot for me. It was made worst when my mother had to hospitalized for three days sometime after this event. This was another thing that had sent me into a deep form of hurt. I cried hard at my mother's disappearance. I thought I was being abandoned, left alone in a world I still can't understand today.

I had lost a parental figure in my life, thought I was being abandoned sometime later, and was unable to process anything. I only knew the facts, I couldn't do anything beyond that. Any emotions I should have been feeling wasn't there. I didn't feel anything. It was like I didn't know how anymore, I only could feel apathetic. Like I was shunning away the moment.

It was the start of my mental decline.

Tony became an important character for me as he was the hero who felt real, one I could find myself in the same sort of spot with regarding pain.

Every time I see a character I've grown so attached to die, I remember the first time it ever happened. Then I dissociate to cope with the trauma, emotions disappearing into numbness, and I can't watch anymore.

The pain of watching real tragic deaths or of fiction that I've come so attached to, it sends me into a twisted mess. It also happens with goodbyes. Seeing someone or something for the last time, never seeing them again, also sends me back. The feelings of loss and abandonment causing me to push things or people away.

When Tony died on screen I had been left numb, I had left the theater wanting nothing more than to curled up in a ball on my bed and sleep. Forgetting about the moment I watched him die.

I wouldn't get to fully process my trauma till this year. I wouldn't get to the moment of processing till now.

Tony's death, Steve leaving, and the pain left behind was too much for me to handle. Now though I can say that it was tragic but also a beautiful end to their respective arcs. I can't watch certain parts of the movies again for reasons, but I'm able to watch the movies again as I'm now moving forward. I can watch knowing that this time I can finally watch the series and accept each goodbye that happens. I can allow myself to process the emotions I feel freely, letting them come and simply be.

I write this post as a form of my own little therapy. A way of sharing my story to those who might need it and those who need to hear this:

You are not alone in your grief. You are not alone in your pain. Pain comes to everyone and it varies on the person how they respond to that pain. Depression, anxiety, PTSD, these are common disabilities that are found in a large percentage of people. I used to think nobody would understand, but overtime I realized that pain is universal.

When I began to heal I learned that it's okay to be vulnerable, to be weak. To allow yourself the chance to express the emotions held inside out. Feeling those emotions freely is what helped me move forward, but it may be different for you.

What Marvel has helped me to do is learn that it's okay to be human. We are a mess, but we learn together how to be better. Not everyone is nice, not everyone is mean. We are simply people. As we heal from trauma we see those around us differently, unable to go back to the mindset in the past. We can also see those who have similar mindsets to are own.

In conclusion: Tony's death hurt me and pushed hard at an old scar. The pain came and I allowed it to be. I learned to move forward, and learned from Marvel that all you can do is move forward. Tony's death had left the universe safe, Steve leaves behind a legacy and passed down his shield to Falcon. And I learn to come to terms of what happened years ago now.

I wanted to share this in hopes of those who need it see it. And I hope maybe that you, the person reading, have taken something from this post. A person who understands or possibly a new perspective on something.

I hope that you remember that you deserve to be loved, that you are not alone in pain or grief, and that you are amazing.

[wench-and-jezebel]

NCIS Reaction: Hung Out to Dry

Wench (@scripted-downfall) reacts [with (maybe) occasional asides by Jezebel (@typicalopposite)]

This is starting right after the last episode, so there’s no introductory conversation, alas.  Instead, the space in between reactions was filled with Jezebel ignoring me and then insisting I send her the link to the show despite it being RIGHT THE FRICK NEXT TO THE LAST EPISODE.  Hmph.  Problematic one.

Sir is both an asshole and manipulative

[Welp.  That’s a mood killer.]  Ma’am was in the neighborhood and thought she’d invade my reaction, I see.  [That.  Was not to you.  But actually kinda works.]

Oof.  Sir leaves the door unlocked but has no phone.  Unreachable except when he isn't, I see alkdsj

What are the chances he wasn’t already dead and that’s why his chute didn’t open?

"My dad's gonna kill me"  Welp.  Bit dark given the circumstances, but go off  [☠️☠️☠️☠️]

Logan, please.  Wait, shit: *Tony, please

“It was a death rattle”  “You ever hear a death rattle?”  “I was using it as a trope.”  Dude, you’re a tool.

I mean… dead dude = pinata.  Checks out to me, Ducky

Guess the groan might rule out my already-dead hypothesis, but idk if I trust this kid’s judgement

"Why didn't he pull it" BECAUSE HE WAS DEAD

She's still needing to be told to put on gloves alskdjf

Tony and the frivolous photographs.  Max wouldn't take that kinda shit without bitching and you know it (but I love it, so, and I don’t care abt Max’s judgement anyway, so.)

THOSE BOOTS LOOK AWESOME; I'M JEALOUS

Tony, focus.

Tony is not focusing

"It's his anniversary"  "Which marriage"  Anniversary of a death, maybe?  Dead wife?

Oh dammit.  So much for that^.

Tony continues to not focus and I appreciate this

"We don't stop for casualties in war.  Nor do we in training" that's stupid [☠️☠️☠️☠️ military *sigh*  This is a spin off of Jag btw.]  Ah, I see.  [iirc Gibbs was in an ep of jag and people liked him so much he got his own show…. That’s still running] Damn

"I'm not calling my boss.  I'm calling yours"  Well, damn.

"Thumper" like the bunny rabbit? aslkdfj

IT IS THUMPER LIKE THE BUNNY RABBIT

“Was he dead when you reached him?”  NO HE WAS DEAD IN THE AIR; GUARANTEEEEEE  (I’m gonna cry if this is wrong; I’m so convinced about it at this point)

"Obviously his reaction time was too slow" or maybe he was DEAD

I spy with my little eye a scene from the intro

Dammit.  FINE, okay, guess he wasn’t dead when he fell.  Hmph.  Rude. (*cries*)

Okay, Tony and Abby and their art conversation are, at once, my beloveds

“Double your pleasure”  “Double your fun”  Please.  PLEASE.  These two are hilarious together

Poor Tony, stuck being the audience scapegoat since someone had to ask about opioids and obviously he’s stuck in that role 

Um.  An acid?  That’s.  That’s so specific.

Tony, why are you fiddling with the parachutes?  Someone’s gotta re-rig that now alksdfj

Oof, not the criminal recor- I’M SORRY, SHOPLIFTING AND DRUG POSSESSION??? THOSE ARE NOT REALLY THE MOST GATEWAY CRIMES TO MURDER

Okay, hair still isn’t regulation, and lab coats aren’t supposed to be open, but I appreciate the other PPE.  CSI doesn’t even use goggles most of the time.

I continue to love Abby

NOT TONY STILL HARPING ON THE ELECTRICAL TOOLS

Gibbs is still an ass, and the Alec-coded character continues to suffer the brunt of it.  But Jezebel has said that there’s an even more Max-coded character later, which will be.  Interesting.

Wait, I’m sorry.  Excuse me.  Nine of the sixteen chutes were sabotaged.  They’re randomly handed out.  The entire point of this information is that — unless more is learned — no one specific person was being targeted.  So saying “this person had a grudge against the dude who happened to die” is so illogical because they just spent the last five minutes pointing out repeatedly that it was a random chute assignment!?!??!  AHHHHH

Abby picking on Tony feels more affectionate, ngl.  I don’t hate it

Oh, no, not the epithelial analysis alksdfj

– – –

Did I forget the midpoint reaction again?  Mebbe.  But that’s a good sign because clearly I was just.  So absorbed.

ANYWAY.  Still enjoying it!  I’m kinda annoyed by the whole, you know, pick-on-Tony brigade (not as much with Abby because it feels like banter not picking, and those are different, but it still is a bit.  Hmm.) but otherwise, not bad!  I don’t know enough about the show to say if I like this episode better or worse than the pilot, but I’ll get more of a sense of that as the season progresses.  Abby, my beloved.  Alec Tony, my vaguely-idiot beloved.  (Yes, I am seeing him as an extension of Alec; what of it!?)

On we go.

– – –

“For every legal firewall, there is a way around it”  That’s not concerning at all

Not Tony knowing where Gibbs was going with the horse analogy; how many times you used that one, bud?

Y’all, please, this is twice now (once in the title, once in a quote) that y’all used “hung”.  It’s hangeddddd

“Scuttlebutt”  Tony, I appreciate you

Tony, stop rambling about Gibbs’ wife.  Ex-wife.  Whatever.

Can we please stop making Tony an idiot; this wasn’t in his character in episode 1 and it’s rude [Oooof. You. You may be in for an unpleasant surprise]  *sigh* Look.  As I said.  I’m viewing him as Alec 2.0.  I still like Alec better, but.  Yeah.  So I’m unhappy with this development

Poor kid (not sarcastic)

Being nice to the kid = way to ingratiate yourself with the grieving widow, I see

I, too, would ruin my outfit right before a funeral because I wanted to climb trees.  (I did that once, actually.  Went to a wedding wearing high heels and managed to strip the fabric off the heel because of how much running around playing tag I was doing.  I was a teenager.)

Not a bad salute, to my knowledge

Oh, no.  Tony, please be safe.

"Research for Abby"  Is that what they're calling it these days?

“How did you get into NCIS?”  Rude.

Y'all, I'm begging you.  If you have long hair.  TIE IT BACK.  Speaking as someone who has worked in an actual lab, this is killing me.

... Sergeant Nutt, huh?

THE SCUTTLEBUTT RETURNS

Y’all, please.  Once again.  Stop.  Acting.  Like this was targeted.  To “Thumper.”  The chutes were randomly assigned.

Leave Tony aloneeeeee

Poor Tony.  (They didn’t leave him alone.)  [Alas they typically don’t]

I am once again begging y’all to consider that this was a RANDOM ACT OF SABOTAGE

“With Gibbs you never know”  Yeah, buddy’s a bit enigmatic.

Cocaine = Motive!  Except!  Once again!  Apparently!  It!  Was!  Random!

Not the Significant Looks

Oh, no.  I thought the “Oh, no.  Tony, please be safe.” jump was bad enough.  This is.  Worse.

I'm sure it'll be made clear but how dare y'all stick him with a broken reserveeeee

NO THIS IS ACTUALLY HILARIOUS  “No, 4’s unlucky in China”  “We’re not in China”

I’m vaguely annoyed that the drug possession apparently was the gateway crime to murder.  You couldn’t have given the guy an assault charge or something?  That feels a bit more in line with murder.

Did.  Did Tony just fall out of the plane.

I guess he's having a good time doing it, but.  sir.   This is not what I meant by "please be safe"

This kid is adorable, and I appreciate Gibbs helping with the treehouse.

THAT’S A WRAP!

– – – 

This episode may or may not have aggravated me.  A lot.  It would have been soooo easy to just leave off the whole “the chutes were given out randomly” bit if they wanted it to be targeted.  Or, if it were supposed to be random, then have one of the riggers be pissed for mistreatment from the whole unit, so it didn’t really matter who got sabotaged.  But now, there’s this glaring writing illogic that is.  Bugging me.

I still love Abby in all things.  Tony’s characterization feels iffy compared to last episode, but whatever; I still, currently, am okay with it.  Gibbs continues to be a bit of an ass.  Kate and he continue to be… complicated.  I like Ducky, but he wasn’t in that one much.

Still enjoying, though, so we’ll see what it’s like when the first episodes’ jitters work out!

[ageofgeek]

Ok, rewatched Endgame for the first time since seeing it in theaters (also in preparation for Loki), and... 😬

Look. Endgame is an okay film up until the last 15 minutes, and it has some really great scenes.

Now, does the time travel make sense? No. Are the fat!Thor jokes ok? No. Is Smart Hulk kinda weird? Yes. Is the """"gay representation"""" and """"girl power"""" scene forced and uncomfortable and unearned? Yes.

BUT. I really, really like the Time Heist - that entire 2nd act was done so well. I really like the closure we got with Thor & Frigga, Nebula & Gamora, Tony & Howard, etc. I really like the 1st act too - rescuing Tony, the confrontation between Tony & Steve, the 5 year gap, Scott Lang!!!, the Avengers bonding over time travel, etc.

And the final fight scene??? 😙👌 Chef's kiss, amazing. Tony, Steve, and Thor fighting Thanos 3 on 1??? Iconic. King shit. The Big Three finally got a fight scene together and it's awesome!!! The PORTAL SCENE??? brings tears to my eyes every time. Wanda and Carol going 1 on 1 with Thanos (even though it's fucking ridiculous that they didn't kill Thanos right there, just bc of plot armor), Peter and Clint and T'Challa handing off the gauntlet, STEPHEN STRANGE BEING A BADASS? Yes. All yes.

HOWEVER. Will I ever forgive them for killing Tony Stark, when they easily could've had him survive and retire w/ his family? No. Fuck you. It's bullshit and I hate it. News flash - traumatically killing a character who has wanted nothing more than to be at peace and have a normal life isn't a satisfying resolution!!! It just fucking sucks.

Will I ever forgive them for RUINING STEVE'S CHARACTER ARC??? No. This still fucking infuriates me, even more than Tony's death. At least Tony died in character. They ruined Steve - and made Peggy a voiceless love interest with no agency, while fucking up the rules of time travel in the process. And rewatching the movie made me even MORE infuriated, because STEVE SAYS, in this movie, that we have to move forward, we have to move on, and thEN HE JUST DOES THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF THAT. HE STAYS IN THE PAST WHERE IT FUCKING SUCKS AND SEGREGATION STILL EXISTS AND WOMEN ARE TREATED LIKE SHIT AND THERE'S NO FUCKING INTERNET AND BUCKY IS STILL A SLAVE TO HYDRA AND HIS ALTERNATE SELF IS STILL IN THE ICE??? LIKE, WTF??? HOW IS THAT A HAPPY ENDING??? Fuck, it infuriates me.

And lastly. Will I ever forgive them for killing Nat, even though all of the narrative and thematic signs point to CLINT being the logical person to sacrifice himself? No. Fuck you x2. They kill Nat on Vormir - where GAMORA also died, because apparently only women die on Vormir - and we're supposed to be happy with it bc, well, Clint has a family! Yeah, you know who also had a family? NATASHA. SHE SAID SO, IN THIS MOVIE - the Avengers are her family! But bc this movie is so fucking heteronormative, Clint's family - and thus, his life - is subtextually judged to be worth more than Natasha's, which is bullshit. Clint had the whole fucking redemption arc laid out before him - loses his family, goes on a killing spree, becomes semi evil, is brought back to the light by his best friend and is motivated by getting his family back at any cost, and then he's given the opportunity to redeem himself and they just...choose to kill Nat instead. For no fucking reason. Like, Clint had a full-on ANAKIN SKYWALKER redemption arc going on and they just said, "Nah, you know what? What if, in ROTJ, Luke died to save Vader?" YEAH, TELL ME HOW THAT'S SATISFYING, MARVEL???

...

I just.

So yeah. Turns out that 2 years later, I still have a lot of Thoughts™️ about Endgame.

However, watching the movie again WAS good to get a sense of the time travel/multiverse nonsense that we're going to (hopefully) get into in Loki, so I'm actually going to lay out my thoughts about that in another post.

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i love you in every universe | p.p.

pairing: tom!peter parker x fem!reader

requested by: @oyasumimosura 

summary: the reader is wanda’s sister, she was in love with peter before she forgot all about him. what happens when strange comes to her for help? what happens when she gets thrown into another universe where she meets peter’s variant who knows her while she doesn’t know anyone named peter parker

warnings: fight scenes, mentions of blood and wounds, curse words, sad ending, spoilers for nwh and mom, mentions of loss and death, basically it can make you cry at the end xx

type: angst, some fluff

a/n: hi! this is my first requested fic! i hope that you guys will like it and that the person who requested it is gonna be happy with how it turned out! xx

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After the airport battle she couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was consuming her thoughts every night when she was struggling to sleep. She couldn’t get the image of his stupid red suit, his captivating smile and brown fluffy locks out of her mind. Her sister Wanda teased her about this silly crush whenever she had the chance to do so. When the problems with The Socovia Accords got swept under a rug, (Y/n) was finally able to move into a space shared with people closest to her. She missed Nat the most because she was like a guide to her, she taught her how to be more mindful of her powers, how to remain calm during missions and most importantly how to fight. (Y/n) didn’t necessarily understand why she was the one who got most of the help from the Avengers, after all her sister was the one who had problems with control. When she settled in, Tony enrolled her to a science school. She wasn’t keen on going there, but everyone insisted that being around people her age would be best for her. It was at this moment, when she saw this cheesy smile again, that she realised this wasn’t such a bad idea. She quickly became friends with Peter and every time she would zone out during class, she found herself staring at him. Quickly coming back to her senses her eyes would try to focus on the book in front of her.

“He must have some flaws” (Y/n) would think to herself while she was analysing the way he looked. Much to her disappointment, he was perfect. At least to her. What a shame he would never find out.

“I need your help.” Peter appeared above her head when she was doing her math homework on the bench near their school.

“With what exactly? If you want me to do your chemistry homework again because you were swinging all night, then no. You know we all have our own respons..”

“NO, no. I need your help… with someone.”

“Someone? What kind of help? Peter did you kill someone?” (Y/n) whispered and stood up quickly from her seat.

“No, god. There is um.. this girl that I like and I need your help with asking her to homecoming.”

(Y/n) felt a sharp pain in her chest. She suspected that he liked someone and part of her hoped that it would be her, but he never looked at her that way. It was Liz who was lucky enough to steal all his glances. (Y/n) knew it was wrong but once during lunch she read his mind and after that, the part of her who had some hope for a relationship with Peter got down to a size of a coffee bean. What did Liz have that she didn’t? Right, she was pretty, funny, popular. But (Y/n) had all those qualities and superpowers too! Who wouldn’t want to have a girlfriend who is a superhero? Well apparently if you are a superhero yourself, you wouldn’t.

“Yeah sure! Tell me what plans you have in mind.”

She tried so hard to sound happy for him, to encourage him and to support him. Later that day, when she finally went through the door in her bedroom she collapsed on the bed and cried herself to sleep. All of the Avengers had told her months before that she and Peter would make a beautiful couple. She was wondering if maybe, just maybe they were lying to make her feel better?

Years flew by and now she didn’t know who Peter was. She didn’t remember the nights when she cried because he was out of her reach, the mornings when she would imagine him lying next to her, the daydreams she had when she was at school. She didn’t know why her heart sped up when she saw this young man entering her favourite donut shop. She was in the corner quietly eating her dessert when their eyes met. Something suddenly appeared inside her mind, a blurry, hardly visible image. She tried her best to focus on what she thought was a memory but ineffectively. (Y/n) saw this mysterious man at the donut shop a few times and she would always feel a shiver down her spine when he was near. She couldn’t explain it, she tried meditating to calm her mind so that maybe she would remember some memories but after some time she convinced herself that it’s nothing. That this man is a stranger for her and she’s just making things up.

After some time (Y/n) started wondering where is her sister. After Visions death Wanda changed, (Y/n) was struggling to keep in touch with her and after some time they fell apart. She didn’t know if Wanda was okay, she didn’t even know if she was alive. (Y/n) went on with her life, but her mind was sometimes occupied with her sister or the man from the donut shop.

She was walking near a river, looking down at the ducks playing in the water. Her mind was anywhere but there. She took a seat on an old bench and looked up into the sky.

“Am I interrupting?” she heard behind her.

Quickly turning around (Y/n) saw one of the people she haven’t seen for a long time.

“Stephen? What are you doing here?”

“It’s about your sister, we need your help to stop her. You have to come with me and I’ll explain everything when we get to the sanctum.”

“I literally haven’t spoken to her in months and you show up out of nowhere telling me to stop her? Where were you when she needed our help? She was so heartbroken because of Vision and I lost all the contact I had with her. I don’t even know what you would need me for anyway, aren’t y’all like powerful wizards or sorcerers or some shit along those lines?”

“Please, (Y/n) come with me. We can’t talk about this here. I need you to trust me.”

Silence fell between the two and (Y/n)’s thoughts were spinning inside her head. “Where was she all this time? Why should we stop her? Why me?” She thought to herself.

She nodded her head and went into the orange portal behind Stephen. The man followed her and showed her to a room where they could have a seat. He explained what Wanda did at Westview and that she has been corrupted by the book called The Dark Hold. To be honest (Y/n) wasn’t even that amused with the town spell. Her sister was always capable of doing something like this, especially after such a heartbreak, and it really wasn’t a surprise.

“Soo.. basically you want me to protect this girl whose power is jumping through the multiverse? What does my sister have to do with that?”

“She wants to kill America and take her powers so that she can reunite with her children.”

“The children that are fake?” she squinted her eyes.

“Exactly.”

(Y/n) was trying to get the story straight, she understood everything but the fact that her sister wanted to kill this girl. This was so unlike her, all of this felt like a fever dream.

“It’s time.” she turned her head to see Wong standing inside a portal which lead to Kamar Taj.

(Y/n) looked at Stephen who whispered a quiet “please”. She sighed and followed both men. Everyone at the fortress was prepared for something to come their way. Suddenly big dark clouds covered the sky above them and inside them (Y/n) saw a red flash of light. Wanda flew out of the clouds and all the students tried their best to hold up the protective magical shield. Stephen flew up to her to negotiate but when she attacked, (Y/n) knew that it hadn’t gone well. She joined the small army and helped with holding up the shield. Out of nowhere a man ran away and the shield broke down. (Y/n) flew up to meet her sister, she thought that she only changed on the inside but to her surprise she was just as unrecognizable outside. Her fingers were black as if she had dipped them in tar.

“Why are you doing this Wanda?!” (Y/n) screamed loudly so that the woman in front of her could hear it.

Wanda looked at her with worry and surprise written on her face but she didn’t say a word back.

“I was trying to keep in touch, you know? I tried being a good sister and help you! Why didn’t you let me in? I could have been your shoulder to cry on and to help you stand back up but you chose to abandon me! And now instead of being with me you look for your kids who aren’t even real!” she continued.

That was her last straw, after hearing for the thousand time her children are fake Wanda shot a red blast at her sister. (Y/n) easily avoided it and she felt anger coursing through her veins. She charged at her sister with all the power she had. There was no room to talk anymore, (Y/n) felt as if she lost the only person closest to her. After some time of throwing the blasts and shielding herself she got weaker. She tried her best to defeat her, to do what Stephen had come to her for, but she couldn’t. Wanda threw the last blast straight into (Y/n)’s stomach and sent her flying to the ground. She was slightly knocked out but she felt someone grab her and take her inside the temple. She heard faint voices and her vision was blurred. She came back to her senses when they were hiding inside and Wanda attacked them yet again. The witch got a hold of America which caused her to accidentally open a portal. (Y/n) tried to help Stephen and with the last energy she had in her she sent Wanda flying backwards into a wall, she jumped into the portal after Stephen and America quickly grabbing the wizards cloak. The portal threw them out on some kind of building. Everything in this world was breath-taking and green, (Y/n) could stare at the buildings constantly but she felt a sudden urge to puke.

“Yeah, there it is.” Said America slightly smirking.

(Y/n) used her sleeve to wipe her mouth and looked around again.

“So this is like a different version of New York?” She asked turning to the girl.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what it is.” She replied smiling.

They came down from the building and onto the street. America explained to them that each universe has different rules and you never know anything. They were trying to find the other Stephen from this universe and if they were lucky, the other (Y/n). After some time they had stepped into the memory lane and after seeing memories of Stephen and America, (Y/n) had decided she wanted to see hers. She stepped on the tile and a scene played out in front of her.

“No give me that! That’s my piece!” An unfamiliar voiced yelled.

“I got it first, shove off and take a different one!” It was her own voice but she couldn’t make out who was the person she was talking to, his face was blurry.

“You literally stole it from me, I had it in my hand! Give. It. Back.”

“Can you move? You’re blocking my view and I want to put this together. We have like 30 minutes left to finish this.” The girl desperately tried to push the boy away.

“(Y/n) this is the most important piece of Lego Death Star! You don’t understand!”

“Okay and? Doesn’t change the fact that I want to be the one to place it there!”

“Give it back!” The man jumped on top of her pining her down, they were play fighting and suddenly they stopped. Their faces were so close and she was in a trance looking into his eyes. The memory still didn’t show his face but from the sound of his voice (Y/n) could tell he got slightly flustered.

“Sorry you can have it.” He sat next to her and she poked his cheek with her finger.

The memory stopped playing and (Y/n) was genuinely confused.

“This thing is broken.” She stated. “It’s probably a memory from this universe’s version of me, that didn’t make any sense.”

Her friends looked at her thinking if they should tell her it was her memory, not the other (Y/n)’s. They didn’t have much time to think because she quickly went ahead of them yelling that they have to hurry up. They were looking for the Sanctum to talk to the other Stephen. Unfortunately, instead of him they found a statue. A statue put there in his honour, because the other Stephen died while fighting Thanos.

“Fuck, we’re screwed.” (Y/n) whispered and tried to walk away from there but Mordo appeared at the door frame.

“My brother!” He yelled greeting Stephen. The girls were looking at the scene confused, especially (Y/n). “I knew this day would come! Come on everyone, let me invite you inside, we have a lot to talk about!”

They cautiously followed him upstairs. This sanctum wasn’t much different from their own, most things and rooms were in the same place. They took a seat next to a tiny coffee table. (Y/n) desperately needed that seat, she wasn’t in the best condition.

“Here, have some tea.” Mordo placed a tea pot and some cups in front of them. “Tell me everything about your universe, Stephen”

Everyone took their cup and filled it up with the warm liquid. (Y/n) smelled the delicious tea and put her lips on the porcelain. Before she took a sip she felt a strange pain in her head. Huh, that’s new. She thought and using her magic she created the illusion that she drank it all so Mordo wouldn’t suspect anything. She placed the cup on the table and listened to their conversation.

“Excuse me for a moment, I have to use the bathroom.” She stood up and turned to their host. “Is it the second door in that corridor?”

“That’s right.” He replied smiling and she went towards the room.

She used the toilet and while she was washing her hands she heard a strange noise coming from the other room. (Y/n) put her ear to the door to hear better.

“I’m sorry Stephen but you are a threat to this universe.” She quietly gasped hearing those words.

She started panicking, there was no way she would go out there right now. Even though she should help her friends, she didn’t want to risk getting caught.

“I knew there was something in that fucking tea!” she whispered to herself, her eyes drifting towards the window in the room. “I hate this.”

She opened it quietly and started climbing through it.

“Get the girl. She’s in the bathroom.” Said the man behind the door.

“Fuck, fuck, shit.” She was struggling, like a lot.

She used all her strength and slid through the window before they could open the door. Fortunately, the bathroom was located on the side of the building which meant that she fell into a small alley. Coughing and in pain she stood up and ran. She needed to get out of this place and find someone that could be of help. Next thing she knew, she bumped into someone.

“(Y/n)?” she looked at the man saying her name.

“Oh my god! The guy from the donut shop!” she smiled. “I didn’t expect to find YOU in this universe, I mean on this street! Holy shit I…wait. How do you know my name?”

“It’s me. It’s Peter. Peter Parker.” He held out his hand for her to grab and pulled her upwards.

“Peter who? I’m sorry but I don’t know anyone named like that.” She looked at him and slightly tilted her head.

This was weird. The way he looked at her was weird. Was her version from this universe someone dear to him? For her he was just “the guy from the donut shop”, she never got to introduce herself to him and she definitely didn’t know anyone named Peter.

“Listen…Peter. Can you help me? I’m kind of running away from people who I presume want me dead.”

Was he like in a trance or something? His eyes were glued to her, his gaze moving from her feet to her face quickly and his mouth slightly agape. She waved her hand in front of his face.

“Oh shoot, yeah, sorry. We can go to.. to my place if you’d like.” He smiled.

“How do I know you’re not working for them?” She raised an eyebrow. “Well, I guess you’re lucky you look like a trustworthy person, I’ll take the risk.”

“Okay, sure.” He grinned. “Um… follow me.” He looked around and grabbed her hand to take her to his flat.

She fell down onto his couch, her body needed to rest, she was tired from all the fighting and running. Peter hurried to get some supplies and patch up her wounds, he also brought her some water and fruits. She hesitantly picked up the food and inspected it. Slowly placing a grape on her tongue she waited to see if her body would give her some sort of sign. When nothing happened she ate it and started swallowing the rest of what he gave her. She was hungry, thirsty, scared, angry and sad. The boy kneeled in front of her and asked if she had any visible wounds. She took off her jacket and showed him some deep wounds and scrapes on her arms, that’s when she also noticed some blood on the side of her shirt. Pulling up the material she noticed two bruises and a scratch, that’s where the blood must’ve came from. She hissed when Peter started disinfecting her wounds.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quick” he whispered.

She only nodded her head and shut her eyes in pain. When he touched her arm to keep it in place she flinched. Not because he grabbed it too hard, but because his touch was so hot against her skin, she never felt anything like this before. He looked into her eyes quickly, readjusted his hand and went back to continue taking care of her.

“So I guess you’re not the (Y/n) I know.” He said. “Are you a ghost or… are you from a different universe?

“A different universe.” And after a moment she hesitantly asked him a question. “So you know me?” His eyes drifting up to meet her gaze. “I mean in this universe.”

He was quiet and she didn’t like that. Did he have something to hide? Or maybe he was a bad guy after all and she fell into a trap?

“Yeah…, you…” he went quiet again.

She didn’t pressure him into saying anything, she wasn’t a patient person but she gave him time to think. She felt that this was a difficult topic for him to talk about.

“You died. Fighting Thanos.” She blinked a couple times.

“Oh…” she sighed leaning against the sofa. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you feel…”

“No! No! I’m fine, really.” He gave her a small reassuring smile. “It’s just that…It’s been a long time since I…talked about it.”

“Were we… close?” she asked, curious about his behaviour. “You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Peter got up to throw away the cotton balls covered in her blood. Her gaze following his every movement. His muscles slightly visible underneath his shirt, his hair messed up, his hands…

“You were my girlfriend.” He said, pulling her out of her thoughts. “I mean she… she was.”

“God, I’m so sorry for your loss.” She sat up straighter. “In my universe I never had the chance to introduce myself to you. I saw you at this donut shop, often looking like a lost puppy, but never got the time and courage to talk to you. And to be honest after I got to meet you in this universe I’m not even surprised that this version of me fell in love with you.” She smiled at him, soft blush creeping up on her cheeks.

He replied with a smile. Silence fell between them and (Y/n) was the one to break it.

“I better get going. Thank you for…patching me up, Peter.” She didn’t want to break any boundaries but she felt like he needed a hug.

She put her hands around his waist, cheek pressing into his chest. Surprised Peter returned the gesture. Little did she know, he tried his best not to cry at that moment, he missed his (Y/n) so much.

“I’ll go with you.” She broke out of the hug and looked at him.

“What? No. It’s dangerous Peter, you can’t. I can’t risk it, I won’t risk it. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you, not after you were so nice to me.”

“It’s not dangerous, not for me. I’m…” That’s when he hesitated.

This (Y/n) didn’t know Peter Parker from her universe. He didn’t want to reveal his identity because what if her Peter wouldn’t want that? Maybe he will tell her eventually when they’ll get together in the future, if they’ll get together.

“…I’m…I know some fighting moves! And I’m good at science! Please, I promise you I’ll be useful.”

“Hm..okay, fine. But if you get injured I’ll kill you myself. Got it?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Do you want to tell me who is after you and why?”

“Well.. it’s kind of a long story. All of this started with my sister who went crazy.” She took a deep breath. “I have to find my friends. This guy, Mordo, he took them somewhere and I have no fucking idea where.”

“I know him. Maybe he took them to The Illuminati?”

“The Illumi-what-i?” she laughed. “Who the fuck came up with that name?” her giggles filled up the room.

Peter didn’t say anything, he just smiled and watched how beautiful was this different version of the love of his life. Memories were filling up his thoughts, memories of his own (Y/n). His eyes drifted between her lips and eyes, her wide smile was so gorgeous to him.

“Oh you weren’t joking.” She glanced at him and he shook his head. “Well then, let’s go find them. Whatever they are called.”

Smiling he followed her out the door. An hour later they found themselves inside the facility where The Illuminati resided. Walking through the corridors they tried to not get caught by the robot guards who had built-in cameras. (Y/n)’s eyes were scanning the rooms in hopes to find America or Stephen. In the corner of her eye she saw two big transparent cages, one with America inside, the other one empty.

“Come on, this way.” She whispered to him.

She saw some scientists next to the girl. An idea popped into her head and with her magic she dressed herself and Peter into lab coats. (Y/n) winked at Peter and he heard her voice inside his head.

It’s time for you to use your science skills and role-play.

He quickly came up with some shitty story that they are both wannabe scientists and are here for internships. While he was telling his story to those people, (Y/n) came up to America’s cage and put her finger on her lips, so that the girl would be quiet. She asked her in her mind if she knows where Stephen is. America replied that they took him somewhere and that’s all she knows. She also asked who is the guy (Y/n) brought with her. She turned around to look at him and then replied “He’s a friend, don’t worry about it. How do we get you out?” Then she found out that the cages are made from a material really hard to break.

“Shit.” (Y/n) said to herself.

“I think they believed me. I’m kind of surprised because I was sweating like pig.” Peter came up to her and whispered into her ear.

She giggled and turned around. Wait? Was that? Is that Christine? Shit. When the woman saw her, she excused herself from her lab partners and walked over to Peter and (Y/n).

“I don’t know what do you think you’re doing. You were supposed to be in that cage as well.” She said through greeted teeth.

“Christine please, my sister wants to kill this girl and I can’t let that happen. I know you think we are a threat but you have to trust me and release her. I know it’s a lot to ask for but please, you’re our only hope right now.” (Y/n) pleaded.

She actually didn’t have to wait long for Christine to have a change of heart because a second later an alarm started beeping throughout the whole building. The robots started running towards what probably was the intruder.

“Wanda.” (Y/n) quickly turned her head to Christine. “Stephen said something about possessing the body of her alternate self and this must be her, please you have to release America!”

The woman run towards the computer and started writing and clicking on it but something was blocking her from opening the cage.

“Stay here and help her, I’m going to hold her off.” Said (Y/n) when she turned to face Peter.

“No way, you’re already hurt. I’ll hold her off, you help her open the cage.”

“What the fuck! That is the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard, I don’t know anything about the computers and lock systems!”

“Too bad.” He said as he ran towards the smoke.

“No! Peter!” panicking, she went over to America. “Punch it!”

“What?”

“Punch the fucking cage! I know you can break it!”

And she did, thankfully. (Y/n) helped her get out of the cage and pushed her along with Christine towards the other, safer exit.

“Go, I’ll catch up with you.” She yelled while going the other way.

She was scared it was too late for her to stop Wanda, to save Peter. She ran through the thick smoke and when she got out, she saw dead bodies on the floor, she also saw blood, a lot of it. Her eyes searching for Peter, instead she saw her sister pulling down a statue, it fell on a woman. She didn’t know who she was but she was for sure dead right now. She noticed someone struggling to get up on her left. Peter. Wanda was walking towards him, lifting him up with her powers. (Y/n) was terrified. Not him. She threw a big power blast at her sister just like she had done before in their world. Wanda was powerful and her sister knew she didn’t have much time. She ran quickly towards Peter and pulling him upwards started to go away from this crime scene. She was trying to support him with her body the best she could.

“You really thought I would let you die on me like that?” she said, taking deep breaths between the words.

“Didn’t you say you would kill me yourself if I got injured?”

Well, at least his humour was intact. His body not so much. She went into some kind of room to shelter away from her sister.

“This, what you did. It was really stupid, you could’ve died.” She whispered while putting him on the ground and locking the door.

“I know, but I’d prefer my death than yours, not again.” He lowered his head. “I just thought that maybe you got here and met me because I…I just thought that this could be my chance to help you, I didn’t get to help you last time.”

“Okay, I understand but helping me doesn’t mean dying! You’ve already helped me enough Peter, I wouldn’t even be here without you. I wouldn’t find my friends on my own. Not in an unknown universe at least.” She gave him a small smile and sat down next to him.

He placed his head on her shoulder and sighed.

“You should get that checked out.” The girl said pointing at his twisted leg.

“No shit.” They both laughed and looked at each other.

“I’m really glad I met you, you know? And if my universe’s version of you is just like that, I’d love to meet him.”

“Yeah, I don’t know him but give it a try. He might actually be a really cool guy.” The corner of his mouth lifted up.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

They were sitting in a comfortable silence. She thought she should go and help her friends but she was too weak, she used her energy on that blast to get her sister off of Peter. And she was glad she used it for that, at least she saved him. (Y/n) hoped that he would find happiness after she goes back to her universe, this man deserved it like no one else.

“I don’t want to push any boundaries but can you do me a favour?” he asked quietly.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Can I… can I kiss you?” (Y/n) didn’t expect him to say that. “It’s just that, I miss her so much. I miss her voice, her touch, her lips, her body, her soft hair, her laugh, the way she smiled at me whenever I did something stupid.” Tears were filling up his eyes. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to but I just wanted to feel her lips one last time.”

(Y/n) felt so sorry for him. She couldn’t imagine what this feeling must be like. He lost the love of his life and when they finally reunited, it’s not even her. And soon she was also going to leave him. (Y/n) placed her palm on his cheek and turned his face to her. She slowly got closer and then connected their lips. To her it was just another kiss, to him it was something much more valuable than just a silly kiss, he finally remembered what it felt like. She pulled away from him and smiled softly, her thumb caressing his cheek.

“Thank you.” He whispered and she immediately hugged him.

She had been waiting with him in that room for some time wondering if her friends made it out, if they won. As a response, a big portal in a shape of a star appeared in front of them.

“Hi! We are here to collect an alien.” Said America, her words directed towards (Y/n).

“Since you’re alive I guess you won.” She said getting up and smiling, America nodded. Then (Y/n) remembered she has to say goodbye to Peter. “Give me a second, Chavez.”

She kneeled next to Peter and looked into his eyes, they were red from crying.

“Don’t worry about me, someone will collect me and take me to the hospital.” He said.

“I know, that’s not what… I’m worried about.” He didn’t reply so she continued. “I want you to promise me you won’t let your past consume you, you won’t hold onto it so much. I know you loved the other me, she loved you too, but you have to let her go Peter. I don’t know the whole story but if I were in her shoes, I’d tell you to enjoy your life, to find someone who will love you as much as she did. I really do hope you’ll find happiness, not in someone else, in yourself.” She hugged him, tears also forming in her eyes.

“I’ll try my best, thank you for being here and making my wish come true.” He whispered into her ear.

She kissed his forehead and got up. While walking towards the portal she turned around.

“Goodbye Peter Parker.”

“Goodbye (Y/n) Maximoff” he replied smiling softly.

The portal closed and she sighed deeply. She had to find her Peter.

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Our Happy Ending

A/N:  THE END! Our Final Chapter for Do You Like Pizza? Series. Oh my HEART....it’s sad. But I’m really proud of the ending. Let me know what you think.

I don’t know if I have any plans for a sequel, but if you want one, I guess let me know what you’d wnat to see? I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m surprsied I honestly finished a story lol.

Pairings/Characters: Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield’s Peter)

Warnings: Swearing, daddy issues, violence,  character death, Tony being an absolute nuisance, cummies

****MINORS DNI AS PER USUAL LEAVE MY SHIT ALONE I’M RAUNCHY*****

Summary: Obadiah was dead. His plan to off you and Tony failed. What comes next?

This is definitely post-college, adult Spider-Man

Previous Chapter: Always

WC: 4,570

Peter swore this was going to be a happy ending for you. He had gotten your mother to the hospital in time, the nurses and doctors said so. They said she still had a fighting chance. At a quick first glance, they said it was serious, but it wasn’t impossible. And poor, silly Peter, he allowed himself to have hope. Things were different and changing ever since he came back from that whole Multiverse fiasco. Things were different, and he swore this was a new chapter that had a little bit more light in it.

Peter had dropped you off at the hospital and told you to run in while he got changed. He couldn’t exactly run in in his suit and cause more of a scene for you. It was bad enough Tony Stark’s daughter was running in to storm the castle minutes before Tony and his entourage would. He didn’t want to add Spider-Man to the mix.

When Peter came down the hall he could hear a wailing noise that struck his gut. His heart started racing and his breathing quickened as all the possibilities flooded his brain. Racing to find you, Peter skidded to a stop when he saw you being helped to sit down by two nurses while the surgeon said something else to you before bowing her head and uttering another apology.

“No, no, no, please, god, no…” Peter muttered to himself as he quickly strode towards you, his presence getting the attention of the nurses.

“Are you —“

Peter cut off the male nurse with a nod, “Her boyfriend, yeah, I’m here.”

The nurse nodded, expressing his sincerest apologies as he and the other nurse stood up to leave the two of you alone. Peter quickly raised his hand to grab their attention, quietly asking for them to tell him what happened, rather than ask you and force you to try formulate a sentence at this moment.

“She died on the table,” the surgeon explained to Peter quietly. “There was too much blood loss, and the bullet shattered her sternum and sent bone fragments into her heart and lungs. We did everything we could.”

“Okay,” Peter nodded, his throat tightening as he went over this in his head over and over again. “Was it—was it just too late? Did she not get here fast enough?”

“She came here in the ideal timeframe for a GSW,” the surgeon explained. “But the damage the bullet did, at such a large caliber, there’s nothing that can be done for an injury of that magnitude. I’m sorry.”

Peter nodded and quietly thanked the surgeon. When the nurses left as well, he slowly took the seat next to you. Sliding his arms around you, Peter whispered how sorry he was as you turned into him, hid your face in his chest, and cried, not uttering a single word, just crying, because you too had hope that somehow, through all of this shit, Rosa was going to be just fine. She’d been there your entire life. She was the one with you since the second you were born. You didn’t think through all of this drama that she’d be the one you’d lose.

By the time Tony arrived he was running (or hobbling, sort of) in with Happy, Rhodes, Pepper, and a few SHIELD agents behind him who ended up taking over the entire floor. He was shouting and asking where Rosa’s room was, while Pepper was the one who went to the desk and quietly and politely asked, rather than make a show of it like Tony had done.  After a moment, a hand slid over Tony’s shoulder. He looked to Pepper whose gaze suddenly shifted from relief to sadness. Tony stared at her like she was wacky as he took in the redness forming around her eyes and how they started to appear glassy.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Tony stared at her suspiciously. “Don’t do that. It’s wigging me out. What, she’s still in surgery?”

“Room 341,” Pepper replied.

“Huh,” Tony mused. “Thought she’d be in there for, like, six hours with a wound like that. Okay. Let’s get going.”

Rhodey quickly pieced together what that meant. He cleared his throat, “Hey, uh, Tony, man — “

“Yeah, yeah. I know you and Rosa were starting to see each other. It’s fine. I don’t care. You think now is the time to bring it up?”

Rhodes did a double take, completely losing the point he wanted to make, “Hold on. What? How?”

“I know everything.”

“You know — did you hack my phone again!?”

“You’re a very saucy boy, Colonel.” Tony quipped as he rounded the corner and found the room all the way at the end of the hall, separated from the rest of them. He caught sight of Peter leaving the room with his head down. Tony marched over and opened his mouth. “How —“

He stopped as he glanced inside the room. There you were, hunched over her bed, your head resting on her chest as you held her cold hand tightly in yours. Tony promptly shut his mouth, his relaxed demeanor shifting to something more tense and clearly uncomfortable with this.

This was different. Of the two of them, he was certain he was going to be the one to have an early death where Rosa would attend the small, intimate ceremony meant just for close friends and family before she’d blow off the massive rager Tony would wish for. Now Tony was outside the room where her body was on display while his only daughter was in there saying goodbye to the only parent she had her entire life.

“She stopped crying,” Peter said quietly. “They asked her what her plans were. She’s already thinking about funeral arrangements — well, she doesn’t uh, she doesn’t know what to do. So I —“

“I can do it,” Pepper nodded, sniffling back her tears as Happy rested a hand on her shoulder in comfort. “I’ve got it. She doesn’t have to worry. Neither do you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Charge everything to me,” Tony muttered as he opened the door and entered the room.

You didn’t look up. You didn’t have to — you heard Tony all the way down the hall when he made his entrance, as he always did. All you did know was that Tony came to stand next to you and said not a single word as he rested his hand on your shoulder and made some important decisions in that moment. This was when everything was going to change. Tony Stark couldn’t live the way he used to, not anymore. Things were going to change.

~*~*~Two Days Later~*~

As one does, you were sitting in a green room watching Pepper apply makeup to Tony’s face, all the while a SHIELD agent was going over his alibi with him. Somewhere in the crowd was Peter, wearing a press pass that Pepper had gotten for him, ready to take pictures of this announcement. Apparently, the world thought Tony was a superhero.

Imagine?

You were completely in your own head as you stared off to the side wondering what to do now. You had quit your job, you didn’t want to work there anymore. You and Peter were still looking for apartments. Your mother’s funeral was in three days, and your boyfriend was, somehow, still an absolute rock because he had been through tragedy multiple times before in his life. You were grateful for the support, but all the while still sad that Peter knew exactly what to do in these situations because he had already lived them.

“Ms. L/N,” you turned when you heard your name called, and you realized that Tony and Pepper were no longer in the room with you. You glanced up to see the SHIELD agent you had run into a few times before. “I’m not sure if you remember me. I’m Agent Phil Coulson with SHIELD.”

You nodded your head, “Yes, yes. I remember. Sorry, did you need something?”

“Mr. Stark went out, he’s making his statement if you wish to join.”

“I’m okay watching from back here,” you replied with a nod.

He nodded as well and took the seat next to you. After a moment, he cleared his throat quietly and leaned offered in his seat. “Ms. L/N,  I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how different things are now for you.”

“Nope, I’ve gotten the hint a few times already.”

“Right,” Phil nodded. “I also understand that you were the one who hacked into Stark Industries and released that information about Obadiah Stane publicly.”

You pursed your lips, “I will neither confirm nor deny that insinuation.”

Phil cracked a tiny smile an extended a card to you, “This is my contact information. Whether it be today, tomorrow, or a year from now, if you find yourself wanting to do more for global protection, give me a call.”

You raised an eyebrow as you studied the business card closely, “Are you seriously trying to recruit me while my dad is pretending he’s not some dude in a suit of armor?”

“Recruitment is very, very direct, and what we do is very, very unusual work. Just give me a call when you think you’re ready. I must warn you, though, my boss might be a little more direct if you don’t contact soon.”

“Fun,” you muttered and looked up to the TV just in time to see Tony setting down his index cards. You blinked twice, the rest of you unmoving as you studied him. “Why do I feel like he’s going to do something stupid?”

“The truth is…” Tony began. “I am Iron Man.”

You heard Phil sigh and immediately reach for his phone. You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose as you shut your eyes.

“This stupid, arrogant, show-off motherfucker.”

~*~*~The Funeral~*~*~

The small group of people that had showed up were all friends and family. You kept a straight face, chewing on the side of your cheek as they all came up to you, one by one, extending their condolences and expressing how much they adored your mother. You sighed heavily, wanting nothing more than to rip off these mourning clothes and slink into a hot bath and disappear from the world for just a little while.

As people began to filter out and you, Peter, and a few others were left alone, you noticed Peter looking off into the distance at a particular plot. You quickly pieced together what he was thinking of and remembering where you were. You leaned over to one of the floral arrangements, grabbed a white rose, and put it in Peter’s hand.

He looked over at you and frowned in confusion, “Didn’t I already throw in a flower? Shit, did I not?”

You snorted and squeezed his hand, “You did, dummy. Go say hi to Gwen.”

He stiffened. He took a deep breath and laughed nervously before shaking his head, “Oh, no. no. I can’t. Not today. I’m here for you and Rosa. I — “

“I’m not gatekeeping grief, Peter,” you said with a soft smile. “Go, please. You’re overdue for a visit anyway, no?”

Peter exhaled slowly as his eyes began to brim over with tears, “You’re an angel. A scary little violent angel, but one nonetheless.”

“Go, charmer,” you chuckled and watched him walk away.

Peter placed the flower at the base of Gwen’s headstone. Sighing, he stood up tall and stared down at it as he spoke to her, “Hey, Gwen. I know it’s been awhile. I’m sorry, I’ve been a little busy. But I guess it’s better than me coming every week. Pretty sure you were calling me an obsessive freak for a little while after that,” Peter joked to himself, glanced over his shoulder to see Tony standing next to you and speaking before he turned back around to look at the headstone. “I met someone. She’s…strange. She’s violent, but sweet, and an absolute genius, and she does stupid, daring things for people she loves. Her family? An absolute mess, but…I really love her, Gwen. She loves me too. It’s the first time in years I feel like, like….like I’m allowed to be Peter and not just be Spider-Man.”

Peter sniffled and wiped under his eye with the back of his hand, “Anyway. I miss you, Gwen, always. I hope you don’t mind Y/N, I think she’s going to stick around for a long time. If you want to give me a sign, that’d be great— who am I kidding? That’s just wacky.” He laughed a little to himself, rubbed the top of her headstone, and went back to join you.

“Hey, cum for webs,” Tony said quietly as Peter joined the two of you. “I’m going to the restaurant now. You guys want a ride?”

Peter looked to you who shrugged, which didn’t give him much of an answer to go off of. “Sure. But it’s not cum, you know.”

“Sure, whatever you say,” Tony nodded and turned on his heel to head to the car where Happy was waiting. “Pepper’s coming with us. Rhodey too. Don’t worry, I’m paying. I know you guys still got an apartment to look for, spawn is out of a job, but, hey, your lab just got funding, right? You can work there full-time now,” Tony said to Peter.

“Yeah…” Peter trailed off. “An anonymous donor funded the rest of our grant.” He frowned, “Wait. Did you — “

“Please, I don’t do charity,” Tony scoffed and waved his hand. “Pepper does, and I have no idea what she picks. Probably not, you, though, you’re not that special, cum head.”

“Thanks, Mr. Stark,” Peter muttered under his breath and looked to see you raising your fist to punch Tony in the back. Peter calmly grabbed your hand and lowered it while you pouted and stared up at him. Peter shook his head, and you sighed and nodded.

“Don’t be such a dickhead you fucking tart,” you told Tony.

“Wow, such language. Where’d you learn to become such a dick?” Tony asked as he climbed into the car.

“Repressed father issues,” you muttered under your breath.

“Clearly,” Peter mumbled as he climbed in after you.

~*~

During dinner, Tony was on his best Tony behavior. He made jokes at the expense of others, ordered far too much food, and kept things mostly about himself. You shook your head and stuck to sitting in a corner with Peter, quietly talking about other things when reminiscing about your mother began to get a little too heavy.

“I got a question,” Rhodes began and he looked to you as he announced this. “Rosa ever tell you what your name was going to be?”

You looked at him confused. “Um, no. I always thought it was going to be Y/N.”

Everyone turned to look to Tony who shrugged, “I have no idea what he’s talking about.”

“Tell her,” Happy goaded him. “Tell her all about you showing up at her birth.”

“Eh, I don’t remember.”

“Your father was drunk as a skunk when you were born. Dude smelled like a brewery,” Rhodes began to explain with a smile on his face. “And he was feeling himself, listening to music, having a party the whole way to the delivery room. When he got there, he burst into the room.”

“Rosa screamed at him and tried to throw the bedside phone at his head,” Happy grinned. “I wanted her to, but I heard a nurse stopped her.”

“Anyway,” Rhodes continued. “He was drunk as all hell and still in party mode. When you popped out, he said he wanted to name you Mary Jane, because it would be funny to have a kid named after drugs.”

Peter choked on his drink, causing everyone to stare at him as he pounded his chest and began to choke on a simple glass of water. You patted his back and asked if he was okay, noticing how his eyes turned red and were glassy.

“I’m fine,” he squeaked. “I’m fine, continue, please.”

“So…” Rhodes gave him a funny look, but continued. “Yeah, he wanted to name you Mary Jane so he could make pot jokes all the time. Rosa screamed at him. He was also in his phase of listening to Michael Jackson’s greatest hits repeatedly in the car ride over, so then he suggested Michael Jackson. When she said no, he said Michelle Jackson, then Mary Jackson, then just MJ.”

“What is with you and the obsessive need to name me after weed?” You looked to Tony who shrugged.

“Really, the jokes write itself. You’d be our little weed growing up. It was funny. I was young. Shut up.”

“MJ,” you shook your head. “Imagine me as an MJ? I don’t think that fits. What do you think, Peter?”

Peter exhaled slowly as he realized the position he was in while he thought back to Peter One and his MJ over there in the Multiverse. Peter smiled softly and squeezed your hand, “Doesn’t matter what your name is, I’d love you regardless.”

“How cute,” Pepper smiled.

“Eh, lame,” Tony muttered.

Peter shook his head an excused himself to the restroom. Happy excused himself for a smoke, and Rhodes wanted to join him just to shoot the breeze. Pepper then decided to excuse herself so she could leave you and Tony alone. Tony took over Peter’s seat and leaned back against the wall as he stared at you.

“So, Stark Industries is officially done with weapons manufacturing and is going to take a totally green approach from now on,” Tony said.

“Fascinating.”

“Could use someone like you in the company, you know,” Tony said. “You seem to have an aptitude for tech, for some reason.”

“That’s… a lot. I can’t, I can’t work for you.”

“Well, think about it,” Tony said. “You’re unemployed so —“

“And my dead mom left me everything, so Peter and I will be okay for a little while while I think about what I want to do.”

“Sure,” Tony nodded. “Been down the dead parents inheritance route, done that.” he cleared his throat. “I also want you to know that I’m stepping up for you.”

“Couple of decades too late, no?”

“I don’t care,” Tony said. “I’m going to be in your life, whether you like it or not, and I’m going to be there for you. Rosa did her job — and my job, really, and I’m going to step up.”

You snorted and raised your glass to him, “We’ll see how long that lasts.” You chugged your wine, ignoring how Tony stared at you like he was making a silent promise to uphold.

~*~Three Months Later~*~

You whined. You gave up hope trying to rip off the plastic covering of your sofa and decided to just lay on the dirty, dusty thing rather than free your sofa from its protective confines. After all, you were just as sweaty and disgusting. You might as well lay in more filth.

You lay there as you grabbed a box, ripped off the tape, and slowly started to pull things out of it. You and Peter had finally found the one-bedroom apartment of your dreams. Unfortunately, the same day you were scheduled to move was the same day there was a break in the project he was working on at work. Peter ran to work, begging your forgiveness, and promised he’d be back as soon as possible to help you. You waved him off, handled the movers yourself, and were now alone in your new apartment without the will to actually unpack and make it a home.

Actually, you had fallen asleep for a little while and woke up two hours later in a panic thinking you missed your move-in date before realizing you had, in fact, moved in and just needed to unpack. You sat up and went to deal with the fun stuff, disregarding everything you had unpacked from that one box. You set up the TV, the internet was connected, all your tech that you’d need to survive was in place. After sitting on the ground and putting on the news, you finally started to unpack and try to get things together.

The front door opened, and in came Peter with bags on his arms and a grin on his face, “Honey, I am so, so sorry for missing the big stuff.”

“It’s fine, you can help me unpack, put shit away, and be in charge of box duty.”

“Done,” He came over to you and dropped to his knees beside you. You looked over to see him smiling at you before leaning down to kiss you. You hummed into the kiss, reaching up to cradle his cheek before pulling away.

“Everything okay at work?”

“We were almost there, and then it exploded,” Peter nodded and reached into a bag, pulling out a small bouquet of flowers, “For my love on our first day in our new home together.”

You beamed, “You spoil me, Peter.”

“I try,” Peter winked as you sniffed the flowers and admired them. “And they’re mostly alive this time.”

“A true achievement,” you nodded in agreement. “I smell food.”

“Gyoza, and some other stuff,” Peter said.

“Yowza,” You sighed, making him pause and remember that horrible joke he had made on your second date. He laughed at you and threw a pair of chopsticks at your face. You gasped and smacked him in the face with the flowers. “Asshole.”

“Your asshole,” he cooed, then cringed. “That wasn’t great.”

“It was something,” You nodded. “We need groceries. And to unpack the kitchen. And —“

“Shhhh,” Peter grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours before pulling away with a loud pop. “Adult stuff later. Fun food now.”

“Fine,” you chuckled and leaned back against the sofa. “God, I stink.”

“You really do,” he quipped. “Is this what it’s like when I take off my suit?”

“No, your suit is absolutely fucking disgusting. I smell like flowers in comparison,” you teased.

“Hey!”

You two ate together on the floor. It kind of reminded you of being in Peter’s studio apartment. It was a cramped space, but depending on how messy your meals were, you two would be sitting on the floor, watching something on his computer, and being in total bliss together. Now you had more space, more furniture, and a door that actually worked. Considering everything you’d been through together, this felt like a pretty happy ending.

And then there was a knock at your door that made you flinch. Peter told you to stay put as he went to the door. You heard him sigh before stepping aside and letting the front door swing open. Tony waltzed in with a bottle of wine that he thrust into Peter’s chest.

“Nice digs, kiddos,” he said as he looked around. “This place actually looks like it won’t collapse on itself. Is that a stainless steel refrigerator? Whoa. Big leagues.”

“Can I help you?” You groaned from the floor as Tony walked over.

“Yes,” Tony sniffed twice. “First of all, take a shower. Secondly, get dressed. I’ve got something to show you two.”

“Mr. Stark,” Peter began. “It’s the first day —“

“Tony, just Tony. Mr. Stark is weird. I think we’re passed that, cum boy,” Tony said.

Peter rolled his eyes, “Tony, It’s our first day in our new apartment together. I’m sure whatever this is can wait. Besides, why are you even in New York? Weren’t you in Malibu?”

“That’s what i’m trying to say. So? Tell your girlfriend to get cleaned up. I can’t have her in my car. She’ll ruin it.”

“Fuck off,” you muttered as you went to the bathroom. “And don’t eat my food — wait, what box is— fuck!”

Tony chuckled to himself and sat on a pile of boxes and helped himself to some gyoza as Peter stared at him incredulously. Tony shrugged and continued to eat while Peter shook his head slowly.

“So what’s going on, Tony?” Peter asked.

“You’ll see,” Tony said. “How’s work?”

“Fine—“

“You sure? With all that outdated equipment? You know, you’d do great at Stark Industries.”

“I don’t see myself moving to LA,” Peter began. “Thanks, though.”

Tony simply hummed in response. He finished off your food, which had you screaming when you came back after getting ready. Tony avoided the wraith of you throwing an empty box at him and said he’d get more food once you got to your destination.

It was a strange car ride over to Midtown, Manhattan. The three of you found yourself entering a building’s underground garage and taking an elevator up the shell of this massive tower that had little to no furnishings in it and seemed mostly bare bones. The three of you stepped out of the elevator in what looked like a main living room. Tony spun around and threw his arms out.

“You like it?”

“Uh,” Peter looked around. “Sure.”

“What is this?” You asked. “A mid-life crisis? End-life?”

“Rude,” Tony told you. “Congratulations. You are now in Stark Tower, which will be fueled by the one and only arc reactor. I’m going to be the leading name in green energy,” Tony explained. “And, yes, Stark Industries is moving to the East Coast, back where it all began. This way we get a fresh start for the company and for us. I told you, kid. I’m going to be here for you from now on. What do you think?”

You were speechless. Your mouth hung open as you realized that Tony meant his words. He actually followed through, and now he was standing right here in front of you in what was going to be his new headquarters and home. You looked over to Peter who seemed to be lost in thought and staring off to the side.

“I think it’s a cute family affair,” a voice said from the corner of the room. It made you and Tony jump like jumping beans. Tony spun around and stood in front of you as whoever was speaking flipped a switch behind him, the wall sconce illuminating him under a bright yellow glow. There, you could see a man wearing an eye patch, and what looked to be a black leather outfit straight out of the Matrix. 

“Who are you?” Peter asked, as he instinctively pushed you behind him.

“‘I am Iron Man,’” he quoted Tony’s words at the press conference he held months ago. “You think you’re the only superhero in the world?”

Peter tensed at that. Fuck, did this man know who he was? They weren’t in danger at the moment, he would’ve sensed it. but who was this guy, and what did that mean for him, for the two of you?

He went on, “Mr. Stark, Ms. L/N, you’ve become part of a bigger universe, you just don’t know it yet.” His gaze quickly danced over to Peter, “Or maybe you have an idea of it.”

Tony noticed how this man looked at Peter. He slowly stepped in front of Peter and glare at this intruder, “Who the hell are you?”

“Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD,” he replied as he stepped towards the three of you. “I’m here to talk to you three about the Avenger Initiative.”