#marvel ask meme

[antvnger]

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Ant-Mun’s sorta MCU specific asks

1. What was your first thought when you learned about/first realized that the Battle of New York was happening?

2. Do you have merch? What’s your favorite merch you’ve seen related to you so far?

3. Would you/did you sign the Accords? No further detail needed.

4. Favorite piece of tech you own for superhero-ing?

5. Have you ever had shawarma?

6. Did you understand what was at stake in the Battle for Earth? Or were you just thrown into the mix?

7. What’s a superpower you’ve heard about that exists in your world you’d love to see in action?

8. What’s a superpower you can’t believe actually exists in your universe? Silly or serious.

9. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen in your experience?

10. What’s the hardest thing about living in a universe with enhanced individuals?

11. Was the airport fight necessary? Assuming you know what that means.

12. Do you trust SHIELD?

13. Who is considered a good superhero you don’t/can’t trust?

14. Who is someone you were surprised to find you could trust?

15. Who would you call as backup on a mission?

16. What’s your favorite kind of mission to go on?

17. You’ve got to assemble a team of 6 heroes. You’re one of them, who are the other 5? Past, present, whoever.

18. You just came back from a mission, how are you relaxing?

19. Are you aware of the multiverse?

20. Describe your HQ (or if you don’t have one, describe what you want your HQ to look like)

21. Bonus! For the mun - favorite MCU moment, whether it’s your muse or not.

22. Bonus! For the mun - favorite MCU quote, whether you’re muse or not.

23. Bonus! For the mun - MCU moment that makes you cringe the most?

[toaverse]

MCU Ask: Favorite and least favorite MCU Baddie?

Favorite villain: Thanos (in Infinity War, not Endgame!), a villain that thinks he's the savior of the universe.

Least favorite villain: Wanda…

She had so many other options in having her family back than what she ended up doing, it's absolutely ridiculous...

Marvel ask meme

[mischievous-thunder]

The morning after Althea had to spend yet another sleepless night because of the two freaks:

Meanwhile Logan:

P.S. Neither of the two idiots was drunk.

[incorrectbatfam]

Ok I need to know what's the comic book equivalent of the Kendrick/Drake beef?

[asgardswinter]

What to expect in Deadpool & Wolverine

[askdoctordoom]

Send 🫂 to hug my muse and see their reaction!

[wyyrmwood]

Watched all the X-Men movies again recently and this scene just spoke to me, like divine intervention.

I love making stuff like this, and as my friend pointed out I accidentally made this pan colors so do with that what you will 🏳️‍🌈

Hey psst, here's a silly little link to my shop if you'd like a sticker or something :)

[parisoonic]

i love how you draw the gay homosexuals they make me go

[eddieandv]

trick or treat :3

TRICK!

Venom, why do you keep using memes of me.

HEY! I'M MENTIONED....

[im-jesus]

Mr. Stark... I don't feel so good... I don't wanna die...

[logankisseswade]

[spiderman2-99]

✨:happy-Gabriella

[06.12.2022, TRN-1042]

“Papa. Papaaaa!”

“Hmrgh.”

“¡Vamos! It’s almost noon!”

“HwuAGH?!”

Miguel blearily opens his eyes and is promptly assaulted with, as promised, the bright mid-day sun. And then is physically assaulted by about 100 pounds of over-excited ten year old girl clambering on his bed to wake him up.

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” he says frantically, voice still rough around the edges from the vestiges of sleep, as he futilely wrestles with his daughter in an effort to stop her from turning him into a shaken-up pop bottle. Christ alive, he feels like it already.

  Only once he harmlessly pins Gabriella down so she’s sprawled on her back, himself half leaning over her, does she finally concede, her face ruddy from laughing. How the shock kids can have this much energy is beyond him.

(Then again, it is noon, and he was out all night. So.)

Miguel leans back up when he’s certain she won’t try any funny business again, slowly, like she’s a particularly ferocious little velociraptor.

“You were snoring again,” she states as she sits up beside him, brushing imaginary dust off her shirt.

Though his brain is still trying to boot up, he manages to scoff in mock indignation. “I do not snore-“

“Uh, yes you do. It’s like- HOOOOOONK- SHUUUUUUUUUU”

“-and I certainly don’t sound like that.”

“Yes you doooo- no, wait, actually, it's louder, like,” she throws herself back on the bed for emphasis, “BWAAAAAAAAAA-“

“Alright, missy, now you’re just exaggerating. I don’t always sound like that.” Even with the faux irritation, he can’t help but huff out a short chuckle.

“Noooo,” she drawls, leaning up on her arms. “you only sound like a chainsaw when you stay up all night.”

Miguel winces. After he’d replaced his alternate, he still kept up the mantle of Spider-Man, even though the other Miguel wasn’t spiderman; and that universe, that New York, wasn’t his to protect. Oh, and it was about 70 years behind his native 928. Old habits die hard, even for the most skilled of usurpers.

"Yeah, I do. I just... had a lot of work," he finally concedes, ruffling her hair, making her squawk.

The amount of times she’d caught him sneaking back late and beaten were too much for his own liking— to writ, only four, but still four too many. She doesn’t deserve to be dragged into his shit. Though today wasn’t one of those days, he was still so worn-out that he missed the whole morning with his daughter. He forces a smile, a poor attempt at hiding the complicated feelings stirring in his chest.

"You know how that goes. But don't worry, I’ll make sure to go to bed early tonight. So I wouldn't... y'know. Snore."

She pouts a bit. “You always say that. it's always work and you can't talk about it.”

Ouch.

“You know, if I had a super duper cool secret government job," oh, right, that was the excuse he pulled out of his ass, “everyone would know about it. And I mean everyone.”

"You don't even know what I do for a living," he states, "How do you know it's as cool as you think it is?"

“BecauuuuuuseUH! It’s with the Pentagon! You probably see the President!”

(As far as Miguel is concerned, with the hellhole that this universe’s politics are currently in, he’d rather stick a lit cigarette in his eyeball than meet the President. But that’s neither here nor there.)

“Maybe you stopped World War Three! Maybe you went behind the great firewall of China! Maybe you found the cure for cancer or found aliens and the world will never KNOOOOW,” she continues, throwing her arms out for dramatic flair and flopping back down hard enough to make her whole body bounce.

Miguel had completely bullshat that whole “secret government job” story, and he definitely did not anticipate the amount of implication in it for Gabi to latch onto and try to pick apart. That’s just…

Jesus. Way too much for his sleep-deprived brain.

“Maybe that’s why I’m the one working there and you’re not, princessa. You’d blab to everyone.”

She sticks her tongue out at him. Miguel can’t help but snort in spite of himself. He runs a tired hand over his face and shakes his head.

"The truth isn't as exciting as you think, I'm afraid,” he explains, “I'm like... a glorified paper-pusher, really. I get to read the boring reports and watch security footage all day. Super boring."

“Aw.” She crosses her arms in an exaggerated show of petulance.

“Yeah, ‘aw’,” he murmurs, propping his head up with his hand as he leans on his side. Without really thinking about it, he reaches out to play with the flyaway curls around Gabriella’s forehead.

After a bit of brooding, she glances back up at him. “But are there aliens in the footage?”

"No, honey, there's no aliens," he replies with a dry chuckle. "If I saw something strange on the footage, I would've told you by now."

Finally, Gabriella seems placated with this answer. If there’s anything she inherited from her father, it’s the O’Hara ability to cling onto a subject for ages.

Even if this one isn’t her real father.

“Fiiine. But promise me you’ll be on CNN first thing when it happens,” she says, holding out a pinky.

“When I end up on CNN?" Miguel raises an eyebrow. "You don't think I'm important enough already?”

Her eyes fly open. “I’m just saying-“

She scrambles to sit back up. “None of my friends can say their papa’s on the news! Or that he found aliens!”

"Well... you can tell them I work in a super secret place that I can't ever talk about. That's gotta count for something, right?”

“Yeah, but then they’re like ‘what does he do’ and I can’t even answer it!”

Miguel lets out a sardonic laugh. He should… really work on his lies.

"You don’t need to know what I do,” he chides, keeping his tone light, “it’s boring stuff, anyways. Definitely no meetings with the president or alien ambassadors.”

“Uuuggghhhhhhh.”

“And I should definitely stop letting you watch so much Discovery Channel,” he grumbles, though it lacks heat. Just add that to his list of parenting failures; failing to check if that channel is really age appropriate.

All the obsessive research in the world can’t truly make up for the fact that he barely knows how to be a father. That he’s nothing but a cuckoo in someone else’s nest.

Blessedly, his train of thought is cut short by his daughter’s voice, ever stubborn and ever hopeful. “But what if you do find aliens and you’re on there one day?”

“You’re still on that?!”

“Uh, yeah; I don’t wanna miss when you find aliens! Promise me you’ll tell all about it?”

With a soft sigh, he extends a pinky up for her to hold. She giggles and gives it a little squeeze.

"I promise you’ll be the first to know," he says, with as much conviction as he can manage for this batshit conversation. "And when I'm on TV, I'll tell you 'hi', okay?"

“Okay, papa.” The smile she gives is blinding.

“But right now,” he starts, finally getting up and swinging his legs off the bed (pointedly ignoring the way his body aches from the fights last night) “we need to get you fed.”

“I ate though!”

“What, a donut?”

The silence incriminates her immediately.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. C’mon, let’s get actual food into you.”

Father and daughter, carefree as ever, make a late start to the day, but a good one. Life is good, even if it’s one Miguel had to steal. He has a tiny little brick house in residential Manhattan, he has a beautiful little girl, and the most pressing concerns are making sure he manages to bullshit his way into being a good parent— no multiversal tragedies. Not yet.

Not yet.

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade's POV:

Logan's POV:

[marvel-lous-guy]

Peter: CAN YOU HEAR ME!? GUYS! I'M STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR!

Friday: Peter, 'guys' is a gendered pronoun, I would recommend an alternative term like 'folks', 'team', 'crew' or 'everyone' as to not offend or cause discomfort to members of the team

Peter: FOLKS! I'M STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR!

[dailyperkele]

As a welcome to this freshly made daily Per’kele blog…….may I gently request……him in a glue trap 💔

DAY 9 - Glue trap

Damn, didn't know they worked on chickens too.

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