#marvel cinematic universe incorrect quotes

[diaryoflife]

[The Avengers talking during breakfast together]

Tony, looking at everyone: What would you do if your partner stabbed you?

Y/N, talking about Natasha: If my wife stabbed me I’d thrust myself deeper into the blade just to be a few inches closer to her but that’s just me, I don’t know.

*Natasha smirks and hits the back of Y/N’s head whilst the team laughs*

[isthatmyjacket-covenofchaossq]

Wanda: Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?

Natasha, uncharacteristic stuttering: A-are- are you flirting with me?

Wanda, sighing: No, I'm asking you about quantum physics.

Natasha: *proceeds to tell her about quantum physics*

this pic is the same vibe lol

also kinda inspired by this scene

[its-nate-the-sharpshot]

Tony: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works. Nate, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

@under0-0s

[avengerlevelthreat]

Tony: so what do you have planned for the future?

Peter: lunch

Tony: no, like long term

Peter: oh um... dinner?

[jjsmaybank20]

Clint: Where do you think you'll end up, hell or heaven?

Natasha: I hope hell. It's where all the gay people are.

Y/N: It's lit.

Y/N: Pun intended.

Clint: Y'all are weird.

[erroneot]

America: am I in trouble? Stephen: take a guess America: no? Stephen: take another guess

[littlebugs]

t’challa: i am your king, long may I reign!

shuri: well I didn’t vote for you!

okoye: you don’t vote for kings.

shuri: well how’d t’challa become king then?

okoye: t'challa of the Lake, his arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that he, t'challa, was to carry Excalibur. that is why he is your king.

shuri: listen. strange people lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

[you-have-a-metal-arm]

JAMES?

pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

Warnings : Just general fluff

Summary : When you call Bucky “James”—a name no one else dares to use—he reveals to a stunned Steve and Sam.

Authors Note : Hey y’all i’m back!!! Enjoy this fic 🙈

You stood quietly in the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him. His hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his temples, and his jaw was set in that stubborn way it always was when he refused to admit he was hurting. You let out a soft sigh. You hated seeing him like this—so hard on himself, so weighed down by things he didn’t deserve to carry.

He didn’t notice you at first, too lost in his own storm. But you stepped forward, not hesitating for a second.

“James.”

Your voice cut through the room like a blade, soft yet sharp enough to reach him. The sound made him freeze mid-punch, his metal fist stopping inches from the bag. His head turned slowly, his stormy blue eyes locking onto yours. And in an instant, the tension in his shoulders melted. His gaze softened in a way that made your heart ache, because you knew—you knew—no one else ever got to see him like this.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice rough from exertion but laced with something warmer. Something vulnerable.

Steve, halfway through a set of sit-ups in the corner, dropped to the floor in disbelief. “Wait—what?”

Sam, leaning lazily against the wall with a water bottle in hand, nearly spit out his drink. “Hold the hell up,” he said, straightening. “Did she just call you James?”

Steve sat up fully now, wiping his forehead with his shirt and glaring at Bucky like he’d just witnessed a miracle. “She did. And—” his voice faltered as he pointed a finger at Bucky, “—you’re okay with it?”

Bucky glanced at Steve, then at Sam, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. But when he looked back at you, something in his expression shifted. He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Yeah. So?”

Sam’s jaw practically hit the floor. “So? You nearly ripped my arm off when I tried calling you that one time!”

Steve nodded furiously. “He’s not exaggerating. You said, and I quote, ‘Don’t ever call me that again unless you want to find out how fast I can break your jaw.’”

“Exactly!” Sam threw his hands up. “And now she just waltzes in here, says James like it’s nothing, and you’re—what? Cool with it?”

Bucky’s gaze hardened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “She’s not you.”

“Oh, no, we get that,” Sam said sarcastically. “But why the hell is she the exception?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away. His hand flexed at his side—flesh and metal both—but his focus stayed on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your face as if grounding himself. Finally, he said, quietly but with conviction, “Because she’s mine.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Steve and Sam exchanged a look—a mixture of shock, disbelief, and maybe even a little amusement—but neither of them dared to speak.

You, however, raised an eyebrow, lips twitching as you fought back a smile. “Yours, huh?”

Bucky’s ears turned a faint shade of pink, but he didn’t back down. His gaze was steady, unwavering. “Yeah. Mine.”

“God,” Sam muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “This is so disgustingly soft, I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Agreed,” Steve said, though there was a small, knowing smile on his face as he stood up. “You two can have your… moment. We’ll leave.”

As the door closed behind them, you turned back to Bucky, who was already watching you like you were the only thing that mattered. His expression had softened completely now, the rough edges smoothed out into something raw, something real.

“James,” you said again, stepping closer, and you saw the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his lips parted slightly like he needed to hear it just one more time.

“Yeah?” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

“You’ve been at this for hours,” you said softly, reaching up to brush a strand of damp hair away from his face. “Come take a break.”

He hesitated, his eyes scanning your face like he was searching for something. “I just… I didn’t want to bother you. I needed to work it out.”

“James,” you said, firmer this time, and his breath hitched like the sound of his name from your lips alone was enough to shake him. “You don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore.”

His chest rose and fell with a deep breath, and his hand—metal and warm and steady—reached up to wrap around yours. He held it there, against his cheek, like he was afraid you might pull away. “It’s not just the name,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “When you say it… it’s different. It feels… good.”

Your heart swelled, and you gave him a small, reassuring smile. “That’s because I love you, James. All of you. Even the parts you don’t think are worth loving.”

His eyes closed briefly, and when he opened them again, they were glassy, like he was fighting to keep the emotions at bay. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Stop it,” you said gently, stepping closer until your foreheads touched. “You deserve everything. And I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just held you there, close, his arms wrapping around your waist like you were the only thing anchoring him to the world. And maybe, in some ways, you were.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

“James,” you murmured, brushing your nose against his. “You’re safe with me. Always.”

A soft, broken laugh escaped him, and he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re all I’ve got,” he whispered, his voice muffled but full of emotion. “And you’re all I need.”

You held him there, running your fingers through his hair, and for the first time in a long time, he let himself just be. Vulnerable. Loved. Yours.

Thanks for reading 😁

[rexasaurus1]

(Part 3) @yourbasicqueerie I tried!!!

[chaxan08]

Steve: So I'm bi—

Bucky: *choking on his drink, very hopeful*

Steve: —lingual. I can speak two languages.

Bucky: Oh. That's nice!

Bucky: *takes another sip of beer*

Steve: I also like men.

Bucky: *spits out beer*

[at1r1-p4rk3r]

Peter; at school and just got in trouble: I swear I'm innocent!

Principal; not amused: That's it. Your aunt passed? I'm calling your parents.

Peter: Haha, good luck with that!

Principal: What?

Peter: My parents are DEAD! *unhinged laughter*

Principal: but I have their phone numbers....

[five-milfs-and-a-twink]

Agatha: Am I straight? Jen: What? Lilia: No Alice: Nope Billy: No way, I've seen how you look at Rio Agatha: ...I meant my parking? Billy: Ohhhh *checks* Billy: Still no

[lokilaufeysonslove]

Bucky: *staring down at half-asleep Y/n, who’s curled up in his lap*

Y/n: *yawning* What?

Bucky: You’re so cute.

Y/n: *mumbling* I could kill you right now, you know that?

Bucky: *smiling and leaning down to kiss Y/n’s forehead* I know.

[justaz]

peter, nauseous as fuck but refuses to admit that he feels ill:

rhodey who attended college with tony and knows the exact face he makes when he over does it, glances at peter (who is literally like a carbon copy of tony) and asks on instinct: what did you take?

peter, forcing his stomach to not spew everywhere, trying and failing to act casual: what? nothing. i didn't take anything.

rhodey activating his mom voice colonel voice: peter.

peter: i did what i had to. (reaches into his pocket and pulls out $40) and i won the bet.

rhodey: what did you do?

peter: i drank a gallon of bleach

rhodey, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath trying to process how peter is simultaneously better and worse than tony ever was: why...did you drink a gallon of bleach?

peter: i lost my backpack and needed money to buy a new one. and i cant ask may. shes bought seven over the last two months

rhodey:

peter:

[trickarrowsandbatarangs]

*Kate is captured by the Thunderbolts*

John Walker: You won’t escape, Hawkeye, and we’ll get the answers we need from you soon.

*Walker leaves*

Kate: If you release me I’ll make out with you.

Yelena: Deal.

*five minutes later*

John Walker, walking back into the room: Alright, time to - WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?

Yelena, with messy hair and smudged lipstick: Looks like we underestimated her. Shame. So sad. Foiled again.

[theocanhavemyheart]

Teacher: Your child was in a fight.

Tony: Oh no, that’s terrible!

Tony: Did they win?