#nick Fury

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

The Avengers (+) On Gift Giving

Pepper: Absolutely wonderful, as usual. - But seriously: gives very practical, well thought out gifts.

Tony: I refer you to the bunny. Mostly makes or repairs stuff for people.

Thor: Decent at gift giving, but it's usually weapons, alcohol, or something he saw randomly in a shop window that he thinks he heard someone say they wanted. Basically, he gifts based on vibes.

Natasha: Gets something she knows someone wants but won't buy themselves (like a new printer or smth).

Clint: Inside jokes and cringey mugs/t-shirts/etc. are his go to.

Steve: Personalized paintings or things he knows someone specifically wants.

Bruce: Makes gifts unless he thinks of a specific thing for someone.

Peter Parker (yes, I am aware he is Jewish. this does not have to be for Christmas): Goes on one big shopping trip with nothing specific in mind with a list of people. Makes his own cards.

Sam: Depends on the person, but usually he does fun holiday stuff or books. (ex. Christmas tree mugs or personalized ornaments)

Rhodey: Asks people what they want. Sometimes gets things he thinks they need.

Bucky: Ridiculously good at getting exactly what someone wants without them saying anything about it.

T'Challa: Very spot-on gifts, that are very practical. This does not apply to Shuri, who gets memes (interpret that as you will).

Fury: Gift cards and passive-agressive books.

Maria Hill: Sticks to the classics. Socks, chocolate, ornaments, etc.

Coulson: Makes most gifts and cards off of memories and inside jokes. Very personal stuff.

[shybluebirdninja]

Dominate

Summary: He doesn’t care about the wedding vows—Bucky’s version of marriage is total control, and he’ll make sure you know it.

Pairings           : Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Note                 : non-consensual elements, forced marriage

You should’ve known better than to think Bucky would play by any of the rules. The minute the ring slid on your finger, it wasn’t just a vow to love and cherish—it was a goddamn ownership. That’s what he wanted, what he made sure you understood every time his metal hand gripped your throat just a little too tight, his eyes dark with something dangerous.

Tonight, it felt heavier.

The room was dim, the air thick, and you could feel his presence before he even stepped in. Like a storm about to break, tension crackling all around. Bucky didn’t do soft and sweet. He didn’t do gentle. He did control. Every damn breath you took belonged to him now.

The door creaked, and your stomach tightened. You heard the heavy footsteps, the subtle clink of his metal fingers flexing, the way the air shifted as his massive frame filled the doorway.

“Get up.”

It wasn’t a request. His voice was a low growl, dark, commanding. Your body reacted instantly, muscles tight, your pulse quickening like prey caught in a predator’s snare. You couldn’t defy him, not now. Not ever. The bed was suddenly too soft, too confining, but as you stood, the heat between your legs was undeniable.

Bucky’s eyes raked over you, slow and heavy, as if stripping you with nothing but his gaze. His flesh hand reached out, hooking around your waist, dragging you close enough that you could feel the hard edge of his body pressed against yours. The way his chest rose and fell, the hunger in his eyes—it sent a shiver straight down your spine.

“You scared, doll?” His lips curled into a smirk, breath hot against your ear. “You should be. You belong to me now. Completely.”

His words weren’t romantic. They were a threat, wrapped up in something much darker, much more twisted. He was staking his claim, making sure you knew just how deep this went.

His hands gripped the thin fabric of your dress, tearing it down the middle with a sharp pull. “Fuck the pretty vows,” he growled, his voice like gravel. “You think I care about that shit? I don't give a damn about promises. I only care about you, every fucking inch of you being mine.”

His metal hand traced along your bare skin, cold and unyielding. You whimpered, but the sound only seemed to encourage him, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck, biting down hard enough to make you gasp. He chuckled, low and dark. “That’s right, baby. I like hearing you beg.”

You didn’t say anything. Hell, you couldn’t. Words were caught in your throat as his hand slid lower, brushing over your thigh, making you quiver beneath his touch. The roughness of it all—the dominance, the intensity—had your body aching for him in ways that were far from innocent.

“Look at you,” he rasped, his voice rough against your skin. “All needy already, huh? You like being owned, don’t you? Knew you would.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, biting again, harder this time. “Tell me you fucking love it.”

Your lips parted, the words barely coming out, but that didn’t stop him. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. “Say it.”

“I… I love it,” you whispered, breath hitching.

“Good girl.” His smirk deepened, and his grip tightened, the power behind it leaving you dizzy, craving more. “Gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

And just like that, he had you pinned against the wall, his hips grinding into yours, hard and demanding. You could feel his arousal pressing against you, and it only made the heat between your legs intensify. His lips found yours, but it wasn’t a kiss—it was an invasion, his tongue dominating yours, owning every bit of you in the process.

He pulled back, panting slightly as he grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “You think you can walk away from me?” His tone was mocking, dangerous. “Nah. I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t even want to.”

Without warning, he flipped you around, your chest pressed against the cold wall as his metal hand gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head. You were completely at his mercy. And Bucky? He fucking loved it.

“You’re gonna scream my name,” he growled into your ear, his breath hot against your neck. “And when you do, you’ll remember this is forever, doll.”

You could feel him behind you, the raw heat of his body pressing into yours as he pushed your legs apart. The tension in the room was thick, electric, as he took his time teasing you, dragging his fingers over your soaked folds. Your body arched, a moan slipping past your lips, but he wasn’t satisfied.

“Not yet,” he hissed, yanking you back by your hair. “You don’t come until I say. Understand?”

Your breath was ragged, heart racing as you nodded frantically. “Y-Yes, Bucky.”

“Good.” He chuckled, dark and low. “You’ll learn to obey.”

Then, without warning, he thrust into you, hard and deep, forcing a cry from your throat. His grip on your hair tightened, pulling you back against him as he moved, relentless and rough, every thrust making your knees buckle. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, and you couldn’t hold back the moans that spilled from your lips.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Take it. Fucking take it.”

His pace quickened, each thrust more brutal than the last, his body dominating yours in every way possible. The intensity, the rawness—it was overwhelming, consuming, and you loved every second of it.

“I’ll never let you go,” he growled, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he drove into you harder. “You’re mine. Forever.”

You could feel the pressure building, your body trembling as his hand slipped between your legs, rubbing your clit with rough, practiced strokes. He knew exactly how to push you over the edge, and he did it mercilessly.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his breath hot against your ear. “Come on, doll. Let go.”

And you did—shuddering and gasping as the pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsing in his arms. But Bucky wasn’t done. He held you there, his movements never slowing, dragging you through wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure until you were a trembling mess beneath him.

When he finally released you, his grip loosened, and you collapsed against the wall, panting and spent. But Bucky? He was still rock hard, still hungry.

“You think we’re done?” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement as he pulled you back up. “We’ve only just started, doll.” And as his lips found yours again, rough and demanding, you knew—this wasn’t a marriage. This was a fucking surrender.

[thewrittenpodcast]

Peter: Grandpa!

Tony: what where

May: you don't have-

Fury, wearing a knitted sweater and scarf: me

Fury: I'm grandpa fury

Tony:

May:

May: I'm not even going to ask how that happened

[billykcplan]

RECRUITMENT ↪ iron man (2008) ↪ the marvels (2023)

[intothestacks]

I was flipping through one of the new books I got for the library and I came across this:

Nick Fury canonically owns a guinea pig, y'all.

[themarysuep]

Some moments where Kamala was a total mood:

1. Asking Fury and Monica why their tablets are transparent when everything is top secret.

2. Geeking out when she puts on a comm unit (and Monica saying something like baby we hear you loll)

3. Making sure to find out what SABER stands for.

4. Getting excited at Fury having 'intel' on her.

5. Dancing on Aladna.

6. Agreeing that she's totally writing fanfic after seeing Yan and Carol together.

7. The Kree hiding from her in fear and her telling them she can't fly so can she have a space ship or something.

8. Going after the SABER crew with the flerkittens.

9. Sweeping her house when there was a literal hole in the roof 😭😭😭

10. Carol saying she feels lonely and her immediately replying that she will drop high school to spend time with Carol so she doesn't feel lonely.

[anxietyriddenbutterfly]

Rewatching Captain America: The Winter Soldier just makes me think about how smart Steve is. I feel like he is often overshadowed by other Avengers, such as Bruce, Tony and Nat.

In WS, he has many moments that portray the way his brain thinks. My personal favorites are the elevator scene and when him and Nat arrive at the old army camp. He knows those agents are coming after him due to slight body language, such as a hand on a gun or a couple of beads of sweat while in the elevator. At the old army base, he is able to find the room with Zola with little information. He uses his knowledge on army regulations to find the old SHIELD office. From there, he is just able to notice little things that are off, such as the shelves that reveal the computer.

Sorry for the lil rant, but I just think Steve deserves more intellectual credit than the fandom gives him.

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Fury: Who’s the most annoying one of the Avengers?

Natasha: Everyone’s equally annoying.

Fury: [raises an eyebrow]

Natasha: ... Tony.

[hurtspideyparker]

Tony and Steve: *arguing in the meeting room*

Fury: You two need to learn to get along like grown men!

—Fury returns 3 mins later—

Tony and Steve: *making out on the table*

Fury: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT

[unicornspwnall]

THE MARVELS (2023) dir. Nia DaCosta

[munsonseds]

[techechobase]

“Bitch please, you’ve been to space.”🤨

Why was this quote the first thing that popped into my head when I looked at this image?🤣 Tech and Echo have THEE best “bitch please” facial expressions.

[buckymilf]

the fact that marvel PROMOTED maria hill as one of the proganists of secret invasion, made a individual poster of he character, released the first images of the show with her in it, even dropped a marvel's legends episode just for her for in the end FUCKING KILL her character in the first episode of secret invasion and credit the actress in the end as a "special guest" is so fucking foul of them... this is my villain origin story

[literaryavenger]

Happy Birthday

Summary: It's your birthday and the only person who doesn't seem to be excited about it is you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death. Angst. Fluff. Language probably. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: This story was completely self-indulgent, but I hope someone out there likes it!

Masterlist

You’ve always been very reluctant to celebrate your birthday.

You haven’t had a birthday party since you were 12. The following year your mom died a couple of days before and neither you nor your family were in the mood to celebrate anything.

It wasn’t by any means unexpected, she had been sick for a few years, but it still hit you hard.

You were the youngest and were far too young when she first got sick to really understand everything going on.

You were 8 and all you really remember is watching your mom get more and more sick until eventually there was nothing more the doctors could do.

Her death hit you hard and you closed yourself off, never talking about it or even crying after the day of her funeral. To this day you’ve still never cried, in front of others or even by yourself.

You started exercising to channel all your energy, refusing to do anything more like the therapy your family suggested. 

When you were 15 you discovered SHIELD and decided you wanted to help others, so you signed up for the SHIELD Academy, working your hardest and pushing yourself to your very limit.

You ended up being not only the youngest cadet ever, but the youngest to actually graduate and then the youngest recruit at SHIELD at only 16 years old.

Natasha was very impressed when she heard about you and took a liking to you, convincing Fury to make you part of her team during her missions and teaching you everything she knows.

That’s how you ended up in the Avengers Initiative, not that you felt you didn’t deserve it since you know how hard you worked and everything you gave up to work towards this achievement. 

The team themselves were initially skeptical since you were barely 18 during the battle of New York, but they were quickly proven wrong when they saw how well you handled yourself against the Chitauri. 

You were devastated when SHIELD fell, but carried on as an Avenger, battling Ultron and then moving to the Compound with the team.

You met the actual Bucky for the first time when you were 22, during the whole Civil War thing with Baron Zemo. Like Natasha, you were on Tony’s team, fighting mostly Pietro, but the conflict eventually ended. 

It took Tony some time to get over the whole “Bucky killing his parents while brainwashed” thing, but, as he likes to say, he can’t call himself a genius without admitting that Bucky didn’t have much of a choice. 

Thanks to Tony’s help Shuri was able to find a solution to Bucky’s brainwashing faster than she would’ve alone, meaning Bucky didn’t have to go back into cryo and was pretty quickly cleared to join the team, about a year after the airport battle in Leipzig.

You were warmly accepted by everybody and, the more the team grew the more you felt at home with these people.

And now you wish you could burn down the whole compound because, somehow, Tony convinced you to have a birthday party for the first time in 13 years because, in his words, 'you only turn 25 once'.

Good news is you managed to make him limit the guest list to the team and other people close to you like Maria Hill and Fury. Bad news is you’re still gonna be the center of attention, which you hate.

You couldn’t stop Tony from making everyone dress up for the party, and you couldn’t stop the team from getting you gifts even though you insisted all you wanted was everyone together and to have fun with them since for the longest time nobody ever even knew when your birthday was. 

What you didn’t realize was that the only person more worried than you about your gifts was Bucky.

Since he joined the team the two of you have gotten close, starting with his first training with the team where he very loudly told Steve about his disbelief that someone as young and small as you could actually be an asset to the team.

You quickly put him in his place by taking him down after less than two minutes of sparring, taking full advantage of his underestimating you because he “didn’t want to hurt a pretty little thing like you.”

Admittedly he was impressed and wasn’t shy about letting you know that, while the rest of the team snickered at his initial shock when you pinned him down.

You became friends after that, not as close as you’d like but friends nonetheless.

If you were honest with yourself you’ve been harboring a little crush on the supersoldier, but he’s never shown any interest so you resigned yourself to just being his friend.

Something that you did come to treasure, though, is your and Bucky’s late night talks.

It started with you walking in on him in the kitchen on a late night where you couldn’t sleep, nothing new to you, but the two of you barely talked other than acknowledging each other.

You took a bottle of water and left.

A couple of days later you ran into him again and you stood there in silence while you made yourself a cup of tea and then left for your room.

A few days later again he was just sitting there and said nothing as you made your tea, except this time you put a cup in front of him and silently took a seat next to him at the counter.

Two nights later when you arrived at the kitchen he was already there with a cup of tea in front of him and one in front of the seat next to him.

You didn’t want to assume it was for you, but you took a chance when you noticed it was the cup you always used, a blue mug with Stitch on it that says “Let’s get weird”. Your favorite in fact.

You hesitantly sat down next to him and, without you having to ask or without even looking at you, he told you that the nights you stay up late because you can’t sleep you tend to be more quiet during the team dinners and while you hang out afterwards.

You didn’t say anything in return and just sat there, trying not to overthink how much he seemed to watch you.

But the more nights you spent like that, the more you two talked and you gathered quickly that Bucky is a very observant person, nothing more.

You loved the time you spent together after dark where you’d talk about everything and anything, but come morning it was almost as if it never happened, which you came to accept.

It weirdly made the nights you spent talking even more special, which was almost every night.

But back to the present, you’re currently getting ready with Natasha and Wanda, who know much more than you about hair and makeup and are always happy to help you out with getting ready for Stark parties. 

You put on the black cocktail dress with rhinestones all over the corset and a slit down the left side, then the three of you make your way to the party room and you take a deep breath before entering.

Everyone is already there, all dressed up in fancy clothes as they all shout “Happy Birthday”.

You laugh and say hi to everybody while they all take turns hugging you, there’s not too many people but everyone important to you is there.

Even Laura and Clint’s kids are there, which you consider a second family at this point, since Laura always did treat you like a daughter.

You hate to admit that it's a nice party.

Knowing you, everyone makes an effort to not put you too much at the center of attention and you just go around talking to your friends like every other party.

Eventually time comes for the cake and, the moment you kind of dreaded, opening the gifts.

Since it's the first birthday you allowed the team to celebrate everyone decided to go all in for your gifts, which you picked up on from the very first gift you open.

Pietro got you a first edition of “The Picture Of Dorian Gray” which is your all time favorite book, Wanda and Maria got you a leather jacket and an amazing pair of boots that you knew were expensive because you were all out shopping together when you came across them.

Steve got you a gold heart-shaped locker with a picture of the team inside it, Natasha got you a charm bracelet with a little charm to represent everyone on the team, and Sam got you a cute necklace with your birth stone on it.

When you open Fury’s gift you start laughing since it's a gun, a SIG SAUER P226 to be precise, which is very Fury.

“It was my first gun when I joined SHIELD.” He says with a smile and you smile back, knowing how much thought he put into this gift.

You open Clint’s gift next, a bow and arrow that he already taught you how to use, and Laura got you a pair of diamond earrings.

Your heart melts when you open Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel’s gifts, respectively a friendship bracelet, an Avengers action figure of yourself and a Stitch plushie.

The three of them hug you tightly as you say thank you and now you only have two gifts left, Tony’s and Bucky’s, and they’re both little boxes. 

You open Tony’s next, thinking it’s some fancy necklace or earring but you frown when you see a car key.

“Is this the key to your car?” you ask Tony, knowing full well you’re holding the key to an Audi R8 Spyder, the car Tony’s let you borrow so many times you’re now wondering if he’s gifting you his spare set of keys.

“No.” He says casually “It’s the key to your car.”

You’re even more confused and simply stare at him with your mouth gaped, not really processing the information.

“Y-you… You got me a car?!” You almost yell out of shock and everyone else starts laughing at your antics when you start basically jumping up and down and hugging Tony, squealing like a little girl.

“Well, come on, let’s go see it!” Tony says enthusiastically after you’ve calmed down, and you get up, just as enthusiastic, but are stopped by Steve’s voice.

“Wait, wait. You have one gift left.” He says, picking up the small box and giving it to you. “It’s from Bucky.”

You were so pumped up by the car, you almost forgot about it and completely miss the mischievous look Steve gives Bucky and the murderous glare Bucky gives back.

You also miss Bucky starting to protest before you open his gift, but he instantly shuts up when he sees your face falling the second you open it.

It’s a small necklace with a blue rose in it, it really looks like something you’d give a little girl more than a 25 year old woman.

You look at it for a minute, running your finger on it before you raise your head and look at Bucky.

The whole room goes silent as they all watch you worriedly, everyone noticing immediately that tears are streaming down your face.

Nobody understands what’s happening and nobody knows how to react or what to do, it’s like they’re all frozen by the sight of you being vulnerable for the first time ever. 

Meanwhile Bucky’s heart is beating so loud he’s sure everyone around him can hear it, and he feels himself starting to panic at the thought of having ruined your birthday with that stupid gift.

Everybody else got you expensive gifts and all he did was get you a small, cheap necklace that reminded him of a story you briefly talked about once on one of your late night talks about a necklace you had as a kid.

He saw it at the mall while looking for a gift for you, remembering the sweet smile you had on your face when you mentioned it and the fleeting sad look he thought he saw when you told him you lost it when you were 12.

He was really proud of himself for that gift, but the more he saw the other gifts you got the more he regretted his choice, especially after Tony gave you a fucking car.

And now you were crying, not saying anything while just looking at him.

He doesn’t know what to expect from you at the moment, nobody does, he thinks you might yell, throw his gift back at him, tell him how much you hate it and him.

But you surprise everyone by throwing your arms around Bucky’s neck, hugging him tightly while crying into his shoulder.

You honestly forgot telling Bucky about that story and certainly didn’t expect him to remember it, especially since you always got the feeling that he didn’t care about your talks as much as you.

You just assumed that come morning he deleted everything you told him to make room for more important things, and you didn’t blame him.

But he didn’t.

What you didn’t tell him about the necklace is that your mom gave it to you because blue roses were her favorite, you had that necklace since you were born but you somehow lost it the day of her funeral.

That day you lost the two most important things in your life and cried yourself to sleep, and that was the last time you allowed yourself to be weak and cry.

Until today.

Bucky hesitantly wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back hoping to get you to calm down. He looks around at the rest of the team, panicking a little and not knowing what to do.

Everyone else is as clueless as he is, never having seen you in such a state before.

Bucky starts apologizing, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying, and he feels horrible that it’s because of him.

You shake your head quickly and pull away a little to look at him, wanting to reassure him you’re not sad or angry but incredibly happy, but words refuse to come. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and finally manage to speak.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” It’s quiet, but it’s something, and it’s enough to make Bucky let out a breath of relief at knowing you don’t hate him or his gift.

He brings you back in for another tight hug, almost forgetting about everyone else in the room as you hug him back without hesitation.

You’re honestly not even embarrassed at crying, all you care about at the moment is Bucky, his arms around you while he lets you bury your face in his neck, like you’ve been wanting to do for years now.

“Happy birthday, doll.” He whispers in your ear and, for the first time in 13 years, you really feel like it is.

[ironspidersblog]

Tony, on one hour of non consecutive sleep, four cups of coffee, no food in two days, fresh out of building a new bot , wear a oil stained band-t, sweatpants and his sunglasses showing up to a meeting with fury: yeah sorry I’m late, I’m only here cause Steve dragged me

Steve: come on I told you not to mention that part