Avatar (tla/lok) AU where Steve is the Avatar but despite being born to northern water tribe he cannot pick up waterbending all that well due to his childhood trauma where he almost drowned and froze to his death in the icy waters. He tries to put off mastering the element and finally decides to run away to Republic city.
Of course, the (almost) master of all elements can't lie for shit and is caught by the Republic city police chief Bucky Barnes who wants to send his ass back home so he can do his job peacefully. But then Steve makes some new friends—an air bender named Sam and a chi-blocker named Natasha. There's Clint too, who's rumoured to have been descended from one of the yuyan archers. Steve sees Sam's air glider and wants one for himself, so the crew takes him to Tony, the disgraced heir to Stark fortune.
Tony works in a small mechanic workshop owned by the grumpy Hank Pym, where he works on Sato-mobiles and other motors while also being an understudy to Princess Shuri.
Steve and Tony don't get along. But Steve also can't stop going back to him for some reason. Tony, who has his own set of traumas, teaches Steve how to cheat his way around them.
Plot happens Steve finally learns to water bend and Tony finally learns to forgive his father (but not forget). They both decide to go around the world with Nat, Clint and Thor as the new team avatar while Sam stays behind to woo help Bucky round up the bad guys in the city
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to be clear i do think that the mcu has a problem of a very high barrier to entry for most of its recent releases. i think they need to get better at making new releases understandable to casual fans. but i also don't think deadpool & wolverine has that problem? like it may seem similar on the surface but i don't think they're 100% comperable.
first of all it's a deadpool movie. it's going to be full of meta humor and comic book in-jokes and references by nature of being a deadpool movie. i don't think in-jokes or fanservice is inherently bad, i don't think making a movie for fans is inherently bad, just the way the mcu tends to implement this tends to be bad.
but also i don't think having to have seen ten movies and a tv shows to understand any given recent mcu release is the same as having to have seen ten movies and a tv show to understand a movie that is very explicitly and very intentionally the ending to a 20+ year franchise. like i'm sorry but i don't think these are the same situation.
(and this isn't to say that dp&w is a perfect movie or that every single individual joke or reference landed obviously it has its issues like any movie i just don't think it has the same issues or as many issues as the average mcu project)
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“ I understand that I’m not perfect, there is a slight odor to me, hard to say what it is. ” It could be some dried blood from yesterday, it is also likely it was piss, considering that one of the guys he slashed through pissed himself. It was unfortunate, but also a fairly common occurrence. “ But I’m sure we could work together, make a team. Figure out a team name, maybe make some banners, create a Twitter account, be posted on famous birthdays. "
"We are all owned by Disney, and should really figure something out before they shelve us. I mean my god, they are making another Superman movie. Did anyone ask? Who watches that dude? He doesn’t even look that good in those tinny tiny tights. ” He was lying, those legs were to die for. “ So what do you say, you and me, Bonnie and Clyde? ”
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Bucky and Buck, two handsome blue eyed men I can't help but have a weakness for.
Flash Fic #2 (MCU x 911 Crossover)
[Takes place at the end of CA: Winter Soldier]
2014
What the hell.
With tense shoulders, his eyes scan all of the documents being released at large, catching glimpses of names and potential operatives every other second as it flashed by on the screen. He doesn’t recognise any of them, not the ones he is seeing at least, but even so, it fills him with a sense of dread that the fact remains true.
The agency has been compromised.
Eddie, where's Eddie —
“Fuck. Fucking fuck!” For all the times he’s heard the other swear, it has never been with this amount of urgency, which tells him just how screwed up the situation is.
Before the panic could set in, Buck watches as his employer’s hands move even quicker to divert the constant stream of data, separating them into categories his own eyes cannot hope to follow. The display is enough to jolt him out of his shock, and he manages to squeak out a strangled “Tony.“
A hologram popping up in his face answers him back, showing him his husband down at the lobby of the tower, face grim and Christopher in his arms. The man is already armed, a sidepiece clearly visible on his belt, and it fills Buck with a surge of relief to see them safe and unharmed within the building.
They're safe, thank fucking God.
As soon as he comprehends the image, the screen then plays a footage of the captain facing off against an unknown adversary. The change in scenery disorients him, but before he could question it, the video changes to another security camera, and he sees the now unmasked figure running past in a blink.
He already knows what he has to do right as the billionaire tells him, “Find him, Buckaroo.” The older man tosses something at him, and he catches it without a word, trusting that it is in his best interest to just accept it.
This is the man he owes his family's lives to after all.
In the next moment, he breathes out, and his eyes gloss over as the light in the room slowly dims out. JARVIS’ voice chatters in his ear even as the everything else fades away, giving him everything he needs to complete his jump.
Next thing he knows, he’s in some alleyway in Washington, face to face with the Winter Soldier, their two shades of blue meeting in the afterglow of his powers. Unbidden, the voice in his ear reports, “Scan complete. 94% match. New Designation: James Buchanan Barnes.”
His heart thunders at the name, and the cube in his hand glows white.
“Found you.”
2012
“Leave. It’s not safe.”
The haggard voice begs at him, but he doesn’t move to comply. Carefully, Evan passes the needle through the thick skin, holding back his tears as he does. Stitching up injuries had never been a skill he thought he needed to use on someone other than for himself, but he is glad to be of some help to the person he’s looked for most of his life.
“Leave,” the man says again, followed by a string of Russian he does not care to understand. “You’re bleeding – stay still,” he grits out, ignoring the other’s heavy gaze on him.
A gentle hand cups his cheek, and Evan shudders out a gasp as the cool metal touch skin. His eyes however, remain on the wound.
His hands don’t stop moving even then, and only when he is finished closing up the wound does the man attempt to speak to him again. Evan finally looks up at the other, and sees the pain in their eyes as they look at him, struggling to let the words pass his lips, “Thank you.”
Then there’s a light prick to his neck.
He doesn’t remember much after that.
As his consciousness fades away, he faintly cries out to the man without a name, desperation and betrayal lacing his tone. His hands instinctively reach out to touch the other’s face as he tries to commit every minute detail to memory in case they ever meet again, if they ever will.
And then darkness claims him.
Evan does not wake in the morning, and dreams of the other leaving before the day breaks. He dreams of fingers combing through his hair, hears the familiar melody of a lullaby from his childhood, before they both simply vanish and disappear.
When he does awaken, it is with a curse on his lips, frustration boiling under his skin at yet another failed attempt. With a resigned groan, Evan lies himself back down on the bed, and glares at the empty ceiling with a scowl on his lips. His next words echo inside the empty room, with no one but himself to hear.
"You can't run away forever... dad."
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