#og6 avengers

[agirllostinhermind]

Natasha romanoff deserved her own trilogy. There so so so much to say about what she lived before and during the red room. Even after it, during her defection at S.H.I.E.L.D. she deserves to be seen as much as the other OG 6 and I will die on this hill.

[moonlight-ee]

The OG 6 and then Bucky 😂

[majaloveschris]

CHRIS EVANS AS STEVE ROGERS AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR (2018)

[traumatizedbymay2016]

Tony Stark: Hey Director, did you get my report on the Tesseract?

Nick Fury: Yeah, I looked it over. Nice work.

Tony: Good. Thanks, dad.

Tony: ...

Tony: Why is everyone staring at me?

Natasha Romanov: You just called Director Fury dad. You said, "Thanks, dad."

Tony: What? No I didn't, I say, "Thanks, man."

Fury: Do you see me as a father figure, Stark?

Tony: No, if anything I see you as a "bother" figure 'cause you're always bothering me.

Thor: Hey, show your father some respect.

Tony: I didn't call him dad!

Fury: No, no no no, Anthony. I take it as a compliment.

Steve Rogers: It's not a big deal. I called Peggy "mom" once, and she was my fiancée.

Tony: Guys, jump on that! Cap has psycho-sexual issues.

Clint Barton: Old news. But you calling Fury "daddy"---

Tony: Hey, "daddy" is not on the table here.

Justin Hammer (currently under arrest): But you did call him "dad", dude.

Tony: You shut up. You've done nothing but lie since you got here.

Hammer: Alright, alright, I was lying about bankrolling Whiplash. But the dad thing, that happened.

Tony: Aha! He admitted that his alibi was a lie. It was a trap, all part of my crazy, devious plan.

Fury: I believe you ---

Tony: Thank you.

Fury: --- son.

Tony: ...

Fury: Do you want to talk about it later, over a... game of catch?

Tony: I'd like that.

[melaclintbartoncorner]

Got myself the Avengers Tower and also currently Clintasha are having a chat with Wanda on why taking a whole town hostage is a very bad thing.

[thelonesomequeen]

https://x.com/evanscontent/status/1778107908594466818?s=46&t=NdDjnrST8-qFbI1FKD4oJg

[zetastreasurevault]

𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢

Rio's reveal as lady death

[widowpunx]

[kmartkiddieisle]

People of tumblr, how do we feel about bringing back that old avengers fanfic feeling? The chaos and the family?

Clint crawlin in vents

Nat seeing through everyone’s shit

Thor being loud and loving

Bruce being full of sass and being almost reserved at the same time

Tony and Steve bickering and getting along at the same time.

Do we want that back?

[nothawkeyeofficial]

Clint: We need a diversion. I say Tony gets naked. Natasha: No. Clint: I could get naked. The squad: NO!!!

[ireallyhopethismakesuseven]

Me watching Avengers: AOU over and over again because I knew this was the softest the avengers/MCU will ever be when everyone was complaining over trivial details. I’m sure you miss this Era now, don’t ya?

[scavengerssuccotash]

Dialogue prompts for gifts the team gave Natasha Romanoff their first Christmas as a team circa 2012.

I provide the prompt you decide the gifts!

Tony:

“You know I’m going to tell Pepper about this right?”

“Oh I’m counting on it Miss Rushman.”

Thor

“I-um thanks? This is unexpectedly sweet!”

“Lady Jane helped me pick it out. On Asgard we have a similar festival called Juul.”

Bruce

“How did you know I knew Latin?”

“Tony told me. It’s the language of science after all.”

Clint

“Is there a reason you’re dragging me away from everyone at the party? I wanted to see what Steve got Tony!”

“He got him a hat. Now close your eyes or you’re going to ruin it!”

Steve

“You do remember that I’m Russian right, well was.”

“Well, I might’ve been under the ice for that one but Bruce said it was a draw!”

Feel free to use for your fics, prompts, fan art!

Have fun!

Oh but tag me because I wanna see what y’all come up with!!

((Single-handedly trying to revive the domestic avengers tower fics with this prompt 😭 (such good times!)))

[majaloveschris]

[rmngers]

understand

by keshi

She's waking up from a nap, raising her head from a couch that's too soft to be hers, she notes. She's in an unfamiliar house, but it seems... warm, soft, definitely lived in, the kind of aura that brings to mind wood coloured like her shed back in Ohio, before everything happened; chocolate chip cookies and milk, a hazy, golden-tinted filter like a lullaby cast over it. It's ornamented by things like a piano left open, the page of a score on it lazily flipping as the wind wafts through the house, and there's a shopping list written in loopy, classic handwriting left on the table. It knocks the breath out of her, seeing all these things that seem so achingly ordinary, that it feels like she's slipped into a fever dream, one she'll wake up from any moment. 

She turns, and her heart stills so abruptly it scares her, because Steve's on the other side of the couch, his steady presence one she didn't detect- how could she have- ? She'd be dead by now, if it were anyone else, hell, if he'd had other motives.

But those thoughts dissolve away into the back of her mind as they lock eyes, because, who is she kidding, it's Steve, and in this moment, he looks so... serene, that little twinkle in his eye. Like he'd been waiting for her to see it, the hazy glow of a lamp resting on his cheek.

That's all it takes. 

There it is again, flooding her chest, again, all warmth and mush and something else that makes her heart hum with satisfaction-- and it's the first time in years, illogical, catastrophic, feeling it before she can even put it into words. 

He smiles, like he knows. 

He always does. 

It's the sort of thing she's never had to communicate to him, because somehow one look at her and he just understands. Pretty laughable, what with all her steel walls and barbed wires, when she just feels like a glass onion whenever it happens. It's probably one of the things she loves the most about him.

Loves about him.

Loves.

She blinks slowly, and it's like a million scenarios flash through the house where they're seated, snatches of toothy grins, a hand brushing away the wetness on her cheek, which should be the first indication it's not real, but she can't stop them coming-- her throwing her head back and laughing as he chases her under some trees, the sun slidding between the leaves dancing on her feet as she runs; little girls scattering flowers on the floor as she walks down the aisle, and he's grinning all the way down the other side; lips locking with his as he grabs her, chuckling, and she almost hears the roar of faceless friends and family in the church pews; holding onto a key together, sweaty fingers hastily unlocking a door and bursting through it when it opens, laughing at the space, the empty floor only boosting her spirits as she starts thinking about furniture; on a street faintly lit by the dingy lampposts that flicker like they're about to fizzle out, and he's got her right hand in his, her other hand over her tummy-- it's subtle, but she's starting to show.

She swallows. 

It's weird, the little spark in her chest. Usually it's an ache, one that grows as her eyes fall and she lets the thoughts wither. 

Maybe there's something about this place, because the scenes are staying in her head, her chest, swirling around as she blinks. Savouring them as she turns them round and round and round.

It's stupid. It feels like hope.

Suddenly, Steve shakes his head, a little wake-up call, and Natasha snaps out of it too, only just realising her right arm's heavier than normal, bandaged and wrapped. Details of the battle flood back, and the last thing she remembers was the enhanced twin running as she turned, red wisps floating from her fingers. 

"We're laying low here. I hope your arm's okay, I tried my best, but clearly, I'm no Dr Cho," he says, eyeing your bandage and grimacing slightly. 

Natasha swallows, dry lips parting. "Where are we?" She asks.

"Oh, I..." He rubs the nape of his neck. "My apartment. It was the closest, so..." He shakes his head as he looks around. "It's a mess, nothing much, but... it's home." 

"It's nice."

[melaclintbartoncorner]

Would have loved a callback like that in AOU. 😂😂