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[lilcheeseburgerbirb]

reposted from ironxkid/starcchild-archived

Carter has an excellent British accent due to the amount of time she spent imitating Peggy as a kid. She normally speaks without it, with her accent being mostly southern Californian with some edge of a New York accent, but she can easily switch when she wants to or if asked to. Usually, she’ll start speaking with it without warning, just to throw people off.

[starcchild]

I’ve mentioned this before but I can’t find the post on this blog or ironxkid, but Carter’s Pokemon team (more specifically for SWSH) is as follows:

Merope the Cinderace (f)

Corvus the Corviknight (m)

Cetus the Gyarados (f)

Andromeda the Sylveon (f)

Equuleus the Mudsdale (f)

Bellatrix the Toxtricity (f)

[americashielded-a]

Everyone I have an announcement to make

@wintershieldedheart‘s Margo and her interactions with Steve as a father-daughter duo give me life

that is all

But in all seriousness, Margo is blessed, and sometimes MCU OCs as children of MCU characters aren’t always well-written though I seem to be interacting with mostly exceptions to that rule (looking at you @ironxkid​ ) but Margo is so well-developed and wonderfully written and I love them 😭 Steeb deserves someone like her to give him some happiness and some form of stability in his life

[fullofmemories]

@ironxkid​ sent: “I love you.”  |  random prompts for your needs

Love.

Katrina suddenly felt like her mouth was too dry, she was too jittery, her heart rate spiked. Love. But Carter didn’t mean love-love, right? No. Of course not. That couldn’t be it. She probably meant it in the way that friends said it to each other. Right. Close friends. So why could Katrina still not find any words? She needed to say something, anything. Something to get rid of this silence and the buzzing in her chest. 

“You… wh…” her words came out quiet. Usually she would have tried to sound a bit more confident, but her mind was a bit… preoccupied. “What?” 

It wasn’t the response she would have wanted to give, but it was the only thing she could manage to spit out at the moment. She just… didn’t know what to say. Or think. Or feel. She didn’t know how to put it into words.  Maybe she did - maybe she was just scared to. 

[illbringthechaosmagic]

⚡? :3c

send me a ⚡️and I’ll fill out for you/your muse:

my first impression of your muse: Initially, I thought that Carter seemed really sweet and she seemed to take to Wanda really well, wanting to make sure that she was ok and always checking up on her.  my first impression of you: You seemed just as sweet, though we didn’t talk too much. I still remember you coming to ask how I felt about Carter and Wanda being shipped together, how you were like its cool if not and I was like are you kidding, of course i’d love to!  my favorite thing about your muse: Carter is always wanting to reassure Wanda and is willing to sit with her out in the cold night to look at the stars with her and it’s the most adorable thing ever. She takes care of Wanda but isn’t afraid to ask for help herself.  my favorite thing about you: I love how creative you are as a writer and you are always so welcoming to the crazy ideas I throw your way would I ever consider shipping our muses: I meeeeeeeean XD considering these babies are on their way to get married soon, i’d say yeah a plot I’d like to see between our muses: THESE TWO HAVING A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING AND THEM HAVING A FAMILY!!!!!!!!!! an AU I think would be interesting for our muses: Maybe something a little evil???

[thiscrimsonsoul]

send 10 to put up halloween decorations with my muse

@ironxkid, 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕪 𝕤𝕫𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

“It is beginning to look very festive in here,” Wanda said with a cheerful smile as she held up her end of the string of orange lights Carter was attempting to hang in the lounge of the Avengers compound. “Please be careful on that stepstool,” she urged, seeing her friend lean over at an odd angle. Once the lights where in place, she turned around to the box of decorations and began rummaging through it. “What’s next, the... string of tiny skeletons, or the pumpkin and autumn leaf garland?�� As they continued their decorating, she smiled over at Carter. “So do you and my brother have any special plans for Samhain?” she asked. 

[thenexusofsouls]

[txt: dad] no!

[txt: dad] i mean

[txt: dad] i haven't technically left the parking lot yet

[txt: dad]

[txt: dad] look at her! she's adorable!

[txt: dad] i'm gonna bring her to the vet tomorrow to see if she has an owner since they're closed for the day

[txt: dad] the poor thing was hiding underneath the dumpster behind the diner - we had to lure her out with pancakes

[txt: carter] ok, yes, that is an adorable dog

[txt: carter] definitely a boopable snout

[txt: carter] not that i boop snouts

[txt: carter] i lied i am a closet booper

[txt: carter] okay bring her here, we can check for tracking chips

[txt: carter] bring pancakes

[txt: carter] for the dog

[txt: carter] i lied again i want pancakes

[wideeyedbegin]

@ironxkid

“You don’t need to explain anything. You’ve done nothing wrong”

[themxlodyofmiidnight]

The Love of a Family

{ Sunny Stark pre-Avengers AOU starter for @ironxkid }

Sunny had been living with her elder brother, Pepper, and his daughter that had apparently not been known to him for some time, either, for about six months or so. Even though it had been half of a year, Sunny was still having trouble adjusting. Having been ‘wired’ for a certain purpose and meant by Howard to be basically nothing more than a source of intelligence and protection for the country, this made it extremely difficult for her to try and function like a normal ten-going-on-eleven-year-old would. This meant that she didn’t really..get..the reason behind “fun.”

“I hate being short,” Sunny frowned, muttering to herself. Her brown eyebrows creased together as she pushed a chair over to get to the bag of cereal that she wanted down. While she hadn’t grasped the reason or purpose of having fun yet, she had at least been trying to eat things other than fruit or vegetables as snacks. For breakfast, something that she had discovered she liked, was Fruity Pebbles. Getting the bag down, she climbed down and went to get a bowl. Unfortunately, it was just out of her reach. And because she had already been told to stop climbing on chairs more than once, hearing footsteps stopped her from pushing the chair over to the cabinet next. 

Peeking around the corner, Sunny rose her eyebrow. Wondering who it was, since usually she woke up before everyone else did. “Hello?” her sleepy, kind of country-tone came as she looked around, brushing her hair out of her face and behind her ear. 

[lilcheeseburgerbirb]

hello!! I’m Midge (24; she/they)! This is a semi-selective, mutuals only, multi-ship, and multi-verse rp blog for my mcu oc, Carter Stark - daughter of Tony Stark and Maya Hansen. 20+ muns only. Reboot of @ironxkid/@starcchild-archive.

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[fortislumen-a]

@ironxkid​​    —    𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻.

❝       Are  you  sure  it  is  safe?  I  do  not  want  to  lose  you  too.        ❞

[fasterthanmydemons]

"Hey, Piet? I'm... I'm worried about- about you. I've- I've noticed your hand has- has been shaking a- a lot and you're- you're acting like it hurts. Are- are you okay? Is there- there something I- I can do?" ((fdshgkfdj I think we talked about this before?? I don't remember so if you wanna ignore this that's totally fine!! <3

Pietro tried to play it off, but he couldn’t help how his expression suddenly changed to a combination of wary and fearful. “Nope, is fine. See? Never better,” he said, lifting his hand and purposefully shaking it, opening and closing his fist really fast so she couldn’t exactly get much of a sense of how it was moving on its own. “Doesn’t hurt,” he said next, punching his right hand into his left. That hurt like a bitch, but he tried not to show it.

It didn’t feel good to lie to her. It felt about as good as it did when he lied to Wanda about it. But with Wanda... it had become habit. He’d bee lying for years and years and now he was too far into it to tell her now. She’d be so absolutely furious with him for lying to her for that long that she probably wouldn’t even care what was wrong anyway. With Carter, however... he was just starting an official relationship with her. How could be begin it with a lie this big? He sighed, feeling panic set in. He’d never told anyone about this, not even the person he was closest to in the world, Wanda. His heart started to race.

“Okay... fine... but can you not tell Wanda? Please?” he asked, sounding much less confident as he lifted his right hand and let her see the tremors. “It just... does this. A lot. I can’t stop it, only hide. Here, give me your hand.” He gently took her hand and lay it over his forearm for a moment and then higher up on his arm. The muscles were spasming up and down his arm, as if he had electrodes attached to him. “Has been like this for years. Since Hydra. Well... since my parents died, but Hydra made it worse. Is lot to explain... You can’t tell Wanda, though. Please, she would only blame herself.”

He took a deep breath before starting. “When our apartment building was bombed, we were trapped for two days, you know that. Well... it was cramped space under broke bed and I was holding her to keep her safe and calm and I had my shirt over her face so she didn’t breath in the dust and things because she has lung problems when she was little. So for two days, my arm was kindof... underneath her. After that long... I had no fleeing left. It took hours to come back after we were rescued, and when it did, it hurt. Bad. Shooting pain all the way up and down. Some days is better, some is worse, but... it never really goes away. Sometimes my hand hurts, sometimes is numb, sometimes it shakes badly. So then... about four years later, we are on the streets trying to survive, and I go to steal some food. But the guy catches me doing it and wants to keep me there for police, so he took a pocket knife and stabbed me through the hand.”

Here he started to remove the glove and wrap he always wore on his right hand and showed her a deep scar that went through his hand, visible on his palm and on the back. He then pointed to a mess of scars all over his thumb and forefinger. “Here I was stabbed, but then because we have no money to pay for doctors, it got infected. All of this was infection. Almost lost my fingers. Wanda tried to take care of it as best she could and it got better eventually. This is only part she knows about. This and Hydra. She doesn’t know I was hurt before that, and she doesn’t know about the shaking or the pain.”

“Okay, so... fast forward a year or so and we volunteer for Hydra experiments. They put little thing called a port in my hand where they inject things, and I had a bad reaction to whatever it was they gave me. I got another infection and they wanted to remove my hand, but thankfully it got better before they followed through on that. But... even more scars and now I can’t always fully open and close my hand. Is stiff and sometimes gets swollen. Then the experiments make my abilities so much crazier and I get put in tiny cell and am expected to just... sit still. Well that wasn’t going to happen, so I tried to learn how to use my powers. It was really hard at first and I wasn’t very good at it, so... I kept slamming into the wall. I hit my shoulder bunch of times, and that made the pain and the shaking worse.”

He was shaking right now, in fact, but all over. It was causing him no small amount of panic to say all of this out loud to someone. “I have some days where I can’t write, or lift things, or put weight on his hand. But I’m fine. I am. Please don’t think that I won’t be able to protect you if you need or that I am not strong. I promise this does not affect most things. I have had it for so long that I am used to it. Is okay. Just please don’t tell Wanda. I can’t tell her that holding her started everything or that the experiments that were her decision made things worse. She just thinks my hand is little bit messed up from when I was stabbed and that I get jittery on coffee. Truth is... I have decaf, but she doesn’t know that.”

With all of this out in the open now, Pietro quietly replaced the wrap and glove on his hand, hoping he hadn’t done the wrong thing by telling her everything.

[fullofmemories]

@ironxkid​ sent: ❛you were a child. there was nothing you could have done to make you deserve it❜  |  things i wish i had been told

Those words made Katrina stop in her tracks. Eyes glancing down, swallowing thickly, fingers twining tightly together. Because as much as she played the part, with all her anger and individuality, there was a deeply-buried part of her that didn’t buy it. That was still the same scared little girl, who believed her parents, who thought maybe if she had just been less loud and more obedient and smarter and if she could have just been… better… maybe then. Maybe things wouldn't have turned out the way they did. Maybe then they would have loved her. Maybe she had been as bad as they said. Maybe she deserved what she’d gotten. A bad fate for a bad daughter. 

But she never said that out loud. It was too much of a risk. Better to hide, to construct high walls of humor and rage and an air of confidence. Because the more people knew, the more you let them in, the easier and deeper they could hurt you. In her experience, anyway. Others might say different, but she wasn’t one for taking risks. At least, not those kinds. Not with most people. But this was Carter. Carter, who had never hurt or judged her, who sat patiently with her and listened to her and made her feel safe. Who was telling her something she had scarcely heard - it wasn’t your fault. Logically, she knew that. She was a child, her parents had been the ones trying to control and dishearten her, and they would have done that either way. But there was always that tiny voice, the despondent child who wanted to know what she could do to make it stop. That was the part of her that needed to hear it.

Not knowing what to say, Katrina leaned closer and hid her face in Carter’s shoulder. She tried to shove her doubts out of her mind, repeating Carter’s words to herself. There was nothing you could have done to make you deserve it. Nothing.

“Thank you,” she whispered. It was all she could think to say. All she could make sense of in the mess of her mind. She just hoped Carter knew how much she meant it.

[illbringthechaosmagic]

“My whole life I’ve felt like I didn’t matter. I still struggle with that feeling, but every time I see you smile, I remember that as long as I matter to you that’s all I need.”

Wanda listened to Carter’s words, biting down on her lip. She had to admit, she knew how that felt, having felt like that herself plenty of times. And she too had felt everything shift whenever Carter was near. “I’m so lucky to have you,” she whispered, “all of this means a lot.” 

[mxrvelouscreations]

" you're not a bad person. " ((for Bucky and maybe with the ikau? But it can just be with Carter's regular verse! <3

“I wish that I could believe you but... I am. I killed those people.” It didn’t surprise Bucky that there was someone else trying to convince him that he wasn’t this awful person, that what he had done wasn’t truly him. Try as they might though, it wasn’t going to be easy to crack him and have him believe it. After all, he might have been under HYDRA’s control at the time, but it was his body. His hands that had shot the weapons or squeezed the life from someone. Nothing would change that. 

[thenexusofsouls]

Although it was late on a school night and Carter knew she needed to be in bed, she couldn't get herself to sleep. She kept thinking that, if she did, her father would be gone again, and... the thought terrified her. She didn't want to lose him. Not again.

Slowly, Carter made her way down the stairs to her father's workshop - her space-themed throw wrapped tightly around her shoulders. She stopped at the door, reaching up to enter in her password, and quietly pushed it open as it unlocked - quickly noticing her father working on something that... looked like the thing in his chest. Her stomach lurched uncomfortably, and she blinked rapidly to fight the sudden swell of tears that threatened to fall, before she sniffled and wiped at her eyes. She didn't want to cry - didn't want to bother him like she had with Obadiah before her father came home - and swallowed thickly.

"Dad?" Carter blinked, pulling the blanket around her tighter as she gazed over at him with wide, glassy eyes, still looking anxious. Still scared that, maybe, he wasn't actually there. "Can... can I stay down here for a while?"

((I was thinking maybe this takes place before Tony asking Pepper to help him replace the reactor in his chest? O: bc I always imagined Carter to be at school when that happened, so she wasn't aware of it. Also she's absolutely gonna ask him about the reactor fdjfhdsgs

A little tweak here, a little adjustment there... Man, this is hard to do on myself like this... Tony sat in a reclined chair, fiddling with the arc reactor in his chest. he’d decided to stop ignoring the changed he needed to make to it, and to stop resigning him to the fact that what was saving his life would eventually kill him. He couldn’t just accept death, not for himself and not for Carter. He had a responsibility to her to be here for many more years to come, and part of what he was doing now was meant to ensure just that.

“Come on, really?” he cursed at his own sweat, having to put the clamp in his hand down to grab a nearby rag and wipe his brow with it. “Okay...” he sighed, blinking a few times to clear his vision. Having to look sharply down at his own chest for this long through a magnification lens was making his vision blurry. “I need a break...” he mumbled, just as he heard Carter speak.

Lifting up the magnifying visor and stopping in his work, he looked to her and smiled. “Sure, kiddo. What’s the matter, can’t sleep?” he asked. Not exactly the best look for him, shirtless with a big metal cylinder in his chest, but she’d already seen it so... too late now. Was this her first time seeing it when it wasn’t through a shirt or something else? Tony couldn’t remember if she had or not. He secured the reactor to its container again so it wasn’t going anywhere. Well, looks like it’s time for that break now...

He put the chair back into its upright position and set aside his tools, pushing away the metal arm with a tray of tools that had been hovering over him. Reaching over to a small fridge nearby, he grabbed a can of soda. “Want one? I’ve got decaffeinated stuff,” he offered Carter.