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[melles1276]

He is a lost soul living in the past 😞

CHRIS EVANS as STEVE ROGERS captain america: the winter soldier ( 2014 )

[afrowrites]

Falling for Logan

Wolverine x Black Reader!

Rated: Teen and up

Word Count: 1.3k words

Posted on Ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/58719250

Description: You've been trying to get Logans attention for months and at the annual summer party that the professor throws he finally notices you.

Logan, the man, the myth, the pain in your ass. And no it’s not because you don’t like him, in fact you like him a whole lot, and it’s getting annoying. For example yesterday there you were making dinner for the team. You're one of the only ones who can actually cook so you and Remy decide to make a southern dinner. As you’re taking the cheese out the fridge you feel a warm breath on the back of your neck as an arm brushes against yours, strong and a bit furry.

“ ‘Scuse me.” he says nonchalantly. And that’s it, that’s all he has to say. I mean after making you feel warm and funny all over that’s it. You're almost furious with him until your cooking partner gets you out of your thoughts. 

“Ami, you gon throw dat cheese in tha pot.” he requested.

And then Last month, Logan and Scott were arguing. About what you can’t even remember, all you can remember is seeing his furrowed brow and his glistening arms as he points his finger in Scott's face. You can remember the twinge of jealousy when Jean puts her hands on his chest and tries her hardest to break up the fight. 

And it doesn’t go unnoticed by mostly everyone. I mean you aren’t good at hiding it. I mean your powers glow everytime you’re around him. You look like you’re dying and someone needs to save you.

“Knock, Knock.” A familiar and welcome voice calls you from outside the door.

“You can come in Ororo.” Your white haired best friend comes in with some snacks. You like days like this because you and her just talk about everything. Life, Love, Who’s hotter Iron Man or Capitan america. (She’s wrong cap is hotter).  

But it looks like she has something to ask you. You straighten up on your bed and hold a pillow on your chest as she gets comfortable on your bean bag.

“Y’know I’ve noticed something about you lately.” She starts inquisitively.

“Oh yeah, what.” you sarcastically ask, “Well, Logan has been staying around more often and that means more time to look at him, But it has made me look at your more.” You're getting nervous, it’s like she sees right through you. 

“You’ve been more anxious and the zaps in the walls don’t help your case, " The Professor thought it was something serious, maybe with your family. But I know what it is.” Your palms are sweaty, she’s so close to uncovering your secret, so you word vomit it yourself, 

“ALRIGHT, I’M IN LOVE WITH LOGAN!.” She looks at you completely shocked.

“I-I was just going to say you needed to go shopping.” You mutter a soft “oh”. When you raise your head to look at her you see her grinning from ear to ear and you can feel the static electricity in the air. 

“You're in love with Logan!” She took your hands and squealed in delight. “How long have you known,” “Well only a little bit, I-I don’t know how it started. All I know is that I love him, and I don’t know how to tell him.”

“I know what we need to do. You, me, Rouge,Jubilee shopping trip. I promise that you will be the most sparkling thing out there.” She’s already walking out the door to grab the girls. You laugh and shake your head, grabbing your shoes and you walk out with her.

You all walk into a forever 21, oohing and ahhing at the clothes, Jubilee and Rogue rush you into a changing room. 

“Girl when we get done with you you’re gonna look sweeeeet.” Jubilee exclaims.

They Have you try on the first outfit. It's tight and shiny with silver sequins all over, and a cute pair of platform wedges. 

“I don’t know girls, They’re cute, buuuuuttttt.” you trail on. “Girl did you even try.” Rouge asks with a raised eyebrow, She throws her outfit in the ring.

When you look at it you almost die of laughter. It's a neon green two piece with a tube top and leggings with diamond cutouts up both legs with black strappy heels. 

You come out looking absolutely confused and helpless, “She is going to a pool party, not the club ladies,” She sighs “It seems like if you wanna get the job done right you do it yourself.” She hands you what is hopefully the last outfit of the day. It’s a really cute Island flower halter dress, it’s creamy white that flows out like a fishtail at the bottom. She gave you some cute gold hoops with gold bangles, and with some nice nude wedges. 

“Oh darlin’ aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Rouge is pleased with the way you look. Everyone stares at you in awe, and as your all heading out Storm stops everyone “Girls why don’t you all head to the food court, I want to talk to Y/n.” She hadn’t used your real name in ages. 

You follow her to Victoria's secret, as she starts flipping through pieces of lingerie, you feel nervous. Like she has something she wants to say but you both don’t know what to do. 

“Y/n I want you to know something,” You look at her. “I just want you to know that loving Logan can be hard, He’s had so much happen to him in his life. I just don’t want you to be afraid when he suddenly leaves, Because you know he has a tendency to up and vanish.”

You understand what she’s saying, you’re a little hurt because she thinks you're so weak. “Storm I think I got this, we’ve all been through so much together, and I think I can handle him.” You hope. 

“Good, now help me pick out your swimsuit.”

You wake up the next morning feeling warm and refreshed. It's a beautiful day on campus and everyones getting ready to have some fun in the sun. You help Remy out with seasoning of the meat in your big t-shirt and biker shorts.

“Y’know ami, anna told me about your little shoppin’ trip.” “Oh she did,now” you say with one eyebrow raised.

“Yes she did, and y’know what I think the recipient of your little gift will be quite impressed.” You feel your cheeks heat up at that.

“They’re all waiting for you down at the pool” Ororo beckons, You look out the window to see Logan on the far end of the pool nursing a beer.

You style your honey blonde braids one more time before going down there.

The inevitable ooh’s and ahh’s happen as you walk out to the pool. “You look lovely my darling.” The Professor compliments

“Thanks Professor.” You look over at Logan, he now has his hat on his face dozing away.

“Ami, why don’t you go make him a plate.” Remy suggests. 

So you do  just that, you put some ribs, greens, anything you could get at a cookout is on his plate, especially that good cobbler you made.

You walk over to him, glowing skin and all. “Hey, I made you a plate.” He nods in your direction. 

You get a little irritated at this so you mumble under your breath “How long is it gonna take for you to notice me.” 

He looks at you squinting, like he’s finally seen you for the first time. “Who says I haven’t noticed you.”, “What.”

He continues “Who says I haven’t noticed you?”, “Oh you heard that.”

“Yeah I did, Who told you I haven’t noticed you.” He restates his question.

“Well I mean everyone knows how I feel about you, It’s so obvious it’s killing me. So tell me straight up, Do.You.Like.Me.” 

He looks up at you, a little star struck,  He pulls you down on his lap “Babygirl I love you.” 

And in that moment all you feel is full unbridled joy as you take his face in your hands and kiss him.

You both melt into each other and for a moment the world stops. Well that is until you hear cheering in the background. 

“I got em’ girls!” You yell back to them.

You all end the night happy and in love.

[amanda13parker]

WARNINGS: violence, mentions of SA, unwanted pregnancy, abuse, angst, blood Here’s the second batch of sketches and Anya’s backstory in the Red Room. Please heed the warning and do NOT interact if any of them trigger you. In the last post I got to briefly introduce Anastasia (Anya) Morozoff, an OC I felt the need to create after reading so many wonderfully written Natasha x Y/N stories where I could never insert myself in.  In the last post we left off in Capitan America: The Winter Soldier where Anya was brainwashed by Hydra, much like Bucky was but not as effective, to be used in the next fight against S.H.I.E.L.D. and also against Nat. By the end of the fight, the blonde refused to kill the Widow but she returned with Bucky back to the headquarters where Hydra proceeded to torture and experiment on her. IMG 1:  Translation: ”Oh, Anyushka... My Anyuska... What have they done to you?” For the next year and a half Anya was kept in Strucker’s fortress in Sokovia where she was tortured for information, experimented on and kept on the brink of death. During Avengers: Age of Ultron, Tony finds her in the dungeons and calls Nat to help her. She became a shell of human, so skinny that you could easily count the bones on her body, full of cuts and bruises, with in IV in her arm to keep her alive, deep bleeding wounds inflicted on her limbs, a fresh bruise around her neck from someone trying to choke her not long before and raw skin around her ankles from the chains. IMG 2: She was rushed back to the Avenger’s tower where Bruce examined her, treated her wounds and took DNA samples from all over her body. The girl was in shock. She refused to speak, her eyes were dull and she could barely hold her own weight. IMG 3: Judging by the the fact that Anya was a Widow much like Natasha, no one thought of running a pregnancy test even with the clear sings of assault all over her body. But what they didn’t know was that the blonde was in a different program in the Red Room, one for individuals to with greater genetic potential.  She wasn’t the first generation of the program and like many others she was kept as breeding stock for Dreykov to produce assassins with greater capabilities. She received the same training as the rest of the Widows, even got to train with Yelena once or twice but she was too young to remember the girl, and instead of the Graduation Ceremony she was artificially inseminated, forced to carry the pregnancy to term and give birth. She was sedated and never met any of her children. After a brief period of recovery when they injected her with a variant of the super soldier serum for faster healing the process was done over and over again. She managed to escape the Breeding Program after Natasha’s failed attempt to kill Dreykov in Budapest. Anya refused to give this information to anyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. including Natasha. Even after they got together, the girl didn’t want to share this, feeling that Nat’s trauma of having a forced hysterectomy was much greater than her own. She felt guilty in a way for escaping the Red Room with her reproductive organs intact. With this in mind, Anya took matters into her own hand and had a quick pregnancy test, fearing the worst after the abuse she suffered at Hydra. Her fears were confirmed when the test came back positive. IMG 4: When the team took a punch after fighting Ultron and the twins, they all retreated at Clint’s farm. Anya along with Nat were already really close with the Bartons and the first chance she got, the blonde asked Laura for advice.  Unlike in the Red Room, this time around the woman had autonomy over her own body and all she wanted was to terminate the pregnancy. She didn’t want to go through that again, to relive that trauma. But there was another thing that kept her from making this decision now... and that was Natasha.  Anya was already torn into making this decision but after seeing Nat interacting with Clint’s children, how thoughtful and caring she was, how much love she held for the tiny Bartons and suddenly the thought of terminating her pregnancy became nausea inducing. She needed advice and she needed it fast before she began to show, not knowing how long she was due... IMG 5 *BONUS IMAGE*: Laura held pity in her gaze when she heard the news. She didn’t question the biology behind it, the girl in front of her was in need of reassurance, not an interrogation. She tried to make the blonde understand that Natasha won’t blame her for her choice, that she’ll support her girlfriend no matter what it came to but Anya was torn by guilt. How could she have an abortion when the love of her life wanted nothing more than a family? How could she be so selfish to do that and rip the chance of being a mother from Nat? Of having her own child? Of obtaining what she thought was impossible for her... A family. Anya couldn’t do that to her...  But then came another thought. How can she tell the widow what she went through in the Red Room? How she escaped with an intact body? How easy she had it in comparison to Natasha? Her mind was racing, her heart was threatening to pound out of her chest and she couldn’t deal with it. And the icing on the cake came when a very disturbed Natasha entered the room, her eyes wide, her mouth agape. She was silent for the first few seconds but then she spoke with a trembling voice: “H-how could that be possible...? Anya?” At hering the familiar voice, the blonde spun around only to be met by green teary eyes who were looking desperately for answers. Answers she couldn’t provide, not at that moment. She was speechless, she was scared, her frail frame trembled at the possibility of losing the one she loved most. ___________________________________ That’s all for now. Hope you like it and that more light was shed on Anya’s story. I’m preying that this didn’t traumatize anyone XD It’s a pretty dark backstory.  As always, please leave a comment here or in the tags. It helps more than you realsie with my anxiety and self doubt. ^^ Thank you all for the support and see you next time!  Also thank you for your wonderful comments at the last post! It gave me the much needed fuel to continue this ^^ @mostlymarvelsstuff @dirtyvulture @kitesxromanova @neko-neko-motherfucker

[chernobog13]

Superman battles Captain Thunder in Superman (vol. 1) #276 (June, 1974).  Written by Elliot S! Maggin, art by Curt Swan and Bob Oskner.

DC licensed the original Fawcett comics’ Capitan Marvel, and related characters, in 1972.  The first issue of a new Captain Marvel comic book, Shazam!, appeared at the end of that year, although cover dated February, 1973,

Almost as soon as Shazam! #1 hit the stands the long-simmering debate over which hero - Superman or Captain Marvel was better/could win a fight - flared up again in the letter columns of both heroes’ books.

It took the editorial staff at DC a long time before they seemed ready to have the two heroes actually meet (which didn’t occur until Justice League of America (vol. 1) #137, December, 1976).  This was pre-Crisis on Infinite Earths; Superman was on Earth-One and Captain Marvel was on Earth-S.

In the meantime, Julis Schwartz, editor of both Superman and Shazam!, had his creative team float the idea of the Man of Steel and the Big Red Cheese duke it out without actually doing so,  And thus, Captain Thunder was born!

The good Captain, was really a young boy named Willie Fawcett, who worked as a reporter at WHAM-TV.  He met a kindly Native American medicine man named Merokee who gave Willie a belt that, when he spoke the word thunder and rubbed the belt buckle, turned Willie into the super-powered Captain Thunder.  Captain Thunder’s costume was identical to Captain Marvel’s, save for the chest emblem.

As happens so often in comic books, there was a misunderstanding between Superman and Captain Thunder that led to them battling.  Both were equally matched so neither hero got the upper hand, until Superman realized Captain Thunder was under the influence of some bad guys.  Supes executed a plan that changed Cap back into Willie, and the fight was over. 

The two parted as friends, with Captain Thunder making his way through the multiverse to return to his home, Earth-276.

Captain Thunder was the original name for Captain Marvel when Bill Parker co-created the character with C.C. Beck for Fawcett Comics in 1939.  However, Fawcett could not trademark Captain Thunder because the name was already in use at the time.  The character then was renamed Captain Marvel.

There have been hints that when the new Shazam! series by Mark Waid and Dan Mora launches in a couple of months, they may revive the Captain Thunder moniker.  I’m all for that, especially because

1.  For various reasons, which I won’t get into here, DC has abandoned use of the name Captain Marvel for the character; and

2.  Naming a character after the magic word (Shazam) which transforms him is problematic at best, because he can never identify himself by name (which is why Captain Marvel Jr. referred to himself as “CM3″); and

3.  Someone is already named Shazam - the old wizard.

[melles1276]

🔥

[sketchydmitrix]

i love love love hearing about people's/system's introjects plssssss share if u feel comfortable

some of mine are chrisian bale, joker, betsy boop (i.e. betty boop), capitan america, rwby (the team), flowey, frisk, mario, scorsese, the devil (christian), tommy bahama, /pol/ the board, and ruby tuesday.

[xltribe]

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[azulatodoryuga]

Eres tu

Personaje: Peter Parker(Tom Holland)

Advertencia:Tal vez este un poco triste

Nota: Hice un shot en mi Wattpad (aquí el link), de Tom Holland grabando Civil War, esta es su versión pero con Peter .

Nota 2: Se que la apariencia de Spiderwoman es muy diferente a la de SpiderGwen, pero tuve que hacer ese ligero cambio, por cuestiones digamos de la identidad de la protagonista, para dejarla más en misterio, no se si me explico.

Etiqueto a @nekoannie-chan​.

Después de que la araña te picara obtuviste tus poderes iguales al Spider-Man, pero se podría decir que t�� eras mucho más flexible y ágil, las clases de ballet ayudaron en eso. Claro que te llevaste una gran sorpresa cuando descubriste que no eras la única con ese poder. 

El Spider-Man y tú tenían una muy buena amistad, a pesar de que ninguno de los dos sabía la identidad del otro, algo que los incomodó un poco fue que mucha gente creía que eran pareja y para colmo tu si tenías sentimientos por la persona que estaba bajo la máscara. Su actitud y forma de ser te enamoraron. Algo que te tenía confundida, pues también tenías sentimientos por otra persona que desde tu criterio es mejor que el Spider-Man. 

Y como si las cosas no se pudieran poner peor, vas a la cocina por la noche para servirte un vaso con agua y vez a alguien en el sillón. 

—Sabía que este día llegaría—dijiste fingiendo estar tranquila cuando en realidad te estabas muriendo de miedo.

 — ¿Para qué te reclutaran?—preguntó Clint igual de tranquilo. 

—No exactamente, si no para que me obligaran a convertirme en un arma—soltaste enojada, eso lo veías todos los días por los Vengadores. 

—Te equivocas, necesitamos toda la ayuda posible, Stark ya nos ganó al SpiderMan pero al parecer a ti no. 

—Aún—te quedaste pensando en sus palabras—“Nos”, no solo me suena a manada si no a una división. 

—Culpa a los Acuerdos. Escucha, inculparon al Sargento Barnes, hay un loco que se hizo pasar por psicólogo y va de camino para buscar otros súper soldados que están en estado criogénico—te explica. 

— ¿Qué me asegura que no es una trampa? 

—Porque el Cap. Necesita toda la ayuda posible. 

Tal vez parezca un poco ridículo, pero con eso basto para que accedieras. Después de que te despidieras de tu amiga y sus padres fueron por otro recluta para después ir al aeropuerto y conociste a tus héroes favoritos. Después de que Scott agradeciera por confiar en él, hablaste. 

—Lo mismo digo Capitán. 

—Si hacen esto serán fugitivos—aclara—Es fuera de la ley. 

—También lo es no estar registrado si tienes poderes, así que, ¿qué más da?—respondiste. 

Todo iba bien hasta que llegó Iron-Man y les arruino el escape, tú estabas con Clint y Wanda tratando de refugiarse de las explosiones. 

—Wanda heriste los sentimientos de Visión—dijo Tony a la Bruja Escarlata. 

—Y tú me mandaste a mi cuarto—expreso furiosa. 

—Okay, primero, estás exagerando, segundo, lo hice para protegerte, tercero, ahora entiendo por que no te encontré mocosa—se dirigió a ti. 

—Y estoy agradecida por eso—dijiste sonriendo bajo la máscara. 

—No en serio borraron toda la información que tenía para buscarte y creo que ya sé quién fue, ¿qué tal Clint? 

—No fue tan fácil, lo admito—respondió. 

Después de enfrentarlo fuiste en busca de Spider-Man, tal vez lograrías hacerlo cambiar de bando, al correcto. Lograste atraparlo con tu telaraña antes de que callera por el dron de Sam, vaya sorpresa que se encontró al verte del lado del Cap. 

—No lo puedo creer—mencionó cuando te vio. 

—Espero y entiendas—dijiste. 

—Si yo también—Peter habló para arrojarte telaraña y liberarse, pero hiciste una voltereta para esquivarlas— Si sabes que por ayudar al Capitán te encerrarán, ¿verdad?—cuestiona. 

—Lo intentarán, para ese entonces, se acabará Spider-Woman... temporalmente—respondiste. 

Ambos caminaban como si persiguieran el uno al otro en círculos, pues querían evitarse los golpes entre ustedes dos. 

—Escucha, créeme que prefiero conocerte sin la máscara, de una forma que no sea que estés tras las rejas—pidió Peter. 

—Perdona... no sé qué te haya dicho Stark, pero que si te asegura que hace lo correcto...pues tú escuchaste lo que Steve le dijo sobre los soldados—contestaste— ¿Y a qué te referías con el “traje nuevo”?, yo lo veo igual. 

—El señor Stark hizo uno igual pero con mejoras internas. 

—Y yo que creí que no eras de los que se compran—dijiste decepcionada.

En ese momento se quedó quieto pensando tus palabras, pero también porque te estaba admirando con cada pasó que dabas. 

—Voy arrepentirme de esto—admitió. 

—Si yo también. 

Después de que pelearan ustedes y los Vengadores lograste huir junto con Steve y Bucky. Llegaron a la base donde se encontraron con Iron Man. Todo termino mal después de que Tony se enterara de la muerte de sus padres. Entre tú y Steve trataban de detenerlo para que Bucky pudiera huir. 

Al final Steve dejo su escudo y Bucky te cargo hasta el Quinjet donde se encontraron a T’Challa con Zemo. Fueron a Wakanda, ayudaste a Steve a sacar al resto del equipo y regresaron a Wakanda. 

—Te llevaremos a casa en unos días—dijo Steve—Solo lamento informarte que tendrás que dejar la máscara por un tiempo. 

—Si te soy sincera dudo que pueda volver de todas formas—Steve te miro curioso—Es obvio que el sabe quien o como soy, si vuelvo me arrestaran. 

— ¿Quieres decirle a tu familia?—cuestiono Sam. 

—Les dije que lo más probable era que no volvería pero—suspiraste—Quisiera decirles que estoy bien. 

Fue lo más difícil que hiciste en la vida, los padres de Liz se habían hecho cargo de ti cuando tus padres murieron, practicamente habían crecido como hermanas.

Steve y Nat se encargaron de ti, se convirtieron en tus nuevos padres, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, T’Challa, Shuri eran como tus tíos, aunque esta ultima también se volvió en tu maestra. 

Wakanda se convirtió en tu nuevo hogar, te uniste a T’Challa cuando venció a su primo. Y ahora estaban juntos para enfrentar a Thanos, fuiste de los afectados.

—Steve—el nombrado volteo a verte, aún en shock tras lo sucedido con su mejor amigo—No me siento bien—dijiste adolorida acercándote a él como podías. 

Steve se aferro a ti lo más que pudo mientras sollozabas y el retenía las lagrimas. 

— ¡No me quiero ir!, ¡No me quiero ir papá!—esas fueron tus últimas palabras antes de desvanecerte en los brazos de Steve. 

Quien desesperado trato de juntar tus cenizas pero el viento se las llevo. Pasaron cinco años y gracias a Scott y a los Vengadores lograron volver, listos para enfrentar a Thanos y salir triunfantes, pero con la perdida de Tony y valla sorpresa que te encontraste. 

—Señor Stark, lo logramos, Sr. Stark ganamos, Tony—era claro que Peter no estaba listo para decirle adiós a Tony y eso te rompió el corazón en dos. 

Al igual que el alma al ver que las dos personas de las que estabas enamorada eran la misma y que las dos están sufriendo. 

En cuanto viste a Steve te acercaste a el para abrazarlos con fuerza y tratar de consolarlo, pero te diste cuenta de algo. 

— ¿Dónde está Nat?—Steve se tenso al escuchar tu pregunta— ¿Dónde está?, ¡¿Steve?! 

Estabas agitándolo un poco para que te respondiera, pero el tomo tus manos haciendo que lo vieras a los ojos y al verlos supiste la respuesta. Nat había muerto. 

Todos se reunieron para hacer los funerales de Natasha y Tony. Morgan dejo en el agua el ramo de Tony y tú el de Nat. Dejando caer varias lagrimas. 

Después de que los ramos se alejaran cada quien fue a hablar con quien fuera, contándose anécdotas de ambos héroes que jamás olvidarían. Estabas con Bruce, Bucky, Sam y Steve preparando la maquina del tiempo. 

Steve fue a devolverlas, pero no volvió estando en la maquina si no en una banca que daba vista al lago, después de que le legara su escudo a Sam te acercaste para hablar con el. 

—Tony estaría orgulloso de ti, al igual que Nat—dijiste orgullosa. 

—Natasha también lo estaría de ti, por la gran pelea que diste contra Thanos. 

—Desearía haberle dicho que fue la madre que siempre quise tener. 

—Lo sabe hija, lo sabe—sonrió ampliamente. Te acercaste para abrazarlo, pero al mirar por encima de su hombro viste que Peter tenía su atenta mirada sobre ti. 

—Ahora vuelvo—te separaste para ir con Peter. 

— ¿Así que Spider-Man?—cuestionaste burlona. 

—Si—asintió con una amplia sonrisa— ¿También te pico una araña SpiderWoman?—asentiste de igual manera. 

—Siempre tuve curiosidad de quien estaba bajo la máscara—admitiste. 

—Yo igual, pero nunca creí que fuera la chica que me gusta—esas palabras te dejaron en shock. 

Uno que aprovecho Peter para tomarte de la cintura para romper esa distancia que había entre los dos y darte un beso, el cual no dudadas en seguirle, uno lleno de amor y cariño, que ansió darte desde hace mucho tiempo, esas ansias aumentaron cuando descubrió que T/N y Spider-Woman son la misma persona.

Cuando se separaron juntaron sus frentes mientras sus narices se rosaban viéndose directo a los ojos, con sus respiraciones mezclándose. 

—Siempre me gustaste, desde que te vi en la escuela, también de la fuerte mujer que sigues siendo bajo la máscara—declaro sin apartar du mirada de tus ojos. 

—Y tú a mi desde que nos presentamos e hicimos nuestro primer trabajo juntos—confesaste viéndolo con una gran sonrisa. 

—Lamento lo de Natasha. 

—Gracias, también lamento lo de Tony, no hace mucho me entere que se convirtió en tu figura paterna. 

—Gracias—dijo para rodearte en sus fuertes brazos, dándote un abrazo en que te sentiste segura y protegida, se lo devolviste de igual manera, pero sentiste cuando se tenso. ¿Y como no? Si Sam y Bucky lo fulminaban con la mirada, queriéndolo matar, volteo a ver a Steve que lo asía de igual manera. 

Era claro que nunca dejarían de ser los tíos y el padre celoso y más con sus hormonas alborotadas. 

[messiisgodibeliveinhim]

Bringing this back!

GOOSEBUMPS

[yahim0491]

[avengersmemes]

They don’t deserve him 😤

[ainx]

I guess I'm gonna cry now.

[afuckingshipper]

Honestly Rhodey's interaction with with Cap and Natasha in Infinity War had me confused and a bit pissed. Like ok, yeah, maybe he thinks they need Cap and the others, but to be all buddy buddy with them after they hurt Tony is so out ot character.

The only explanation I have is that Rhodey DOESN'T know about what happened in Siberia, about Tony's parents and the lying, and being left there while injured. Sure, maybe he knows there's something Tony's not telling him, but for the most part, it was the accords and their disagreement over them.

If he knew, sure, he would work with Steve and the others, but not before punching him in the face and say "not cool, Cap." And then continue on a plan.

[zendayamendes]

Bucky and Sam: * mutual hatred *

With Steve:

Steve:

[buckyboobear]

Sebastian

[mediocre-daydreams]

steve rogers x residential flirt!reader with “i have to get something off my chest” “is it your shirt? please say it’s your shirt” + flustered steve please!! 💕💕

i've never written for steve before and i haven't read many steve fics, so this one was a bit of a challenge! hopefully it fits his character <3

is it hot in here?

pairing: steve rogers x avenger! reader

summary: steve rogers thinks you're trying to get under his skin when in reality, you're trying to flirt. (like, really unsubtly.) it's not until he has you pinned to the mat that he realizes it.

warnings: swearing, a couple innuendos, bad flirting from reader and flustered! steve, basically just fluff and sexual tension with a little bit of insecurity from reader and steve about how the other feels (because they're both dumb little shits)

w/c: 2.3k

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mama rogers raised steve to be a gentleman. what she didn’t do, though, was raise steve with the knowledge of how to handle beautiful women throwing themselves at him. 

once he got through the first few levels and onto the avengers’ living area, he was mostly safe from preening tech workers and lower-level agents. the male shield trainees thought they were slick when they checked out america’s ass, but steve wasn’t blind.

well, maybe he was a little blind.

amongst his plethora of admirers was you, fellow avenger and the bane of steve’s existence. he liked the man he’d been before he met you: collected, confident, and if he did say so himself, suave. with you around, though, he’d been reduced to 40s pre-serum steve; no, even worse. he was a jittery, overthinking, bumbling—

“hey handsome,” you simpered, walking two fingers down his forearm as you passed by. he shuddered at the smell of your shampoo.

“h-hi,” he stumbled, cheeks fiery.

“careful there, cap. your face looks almost as red as your shield.” you patted him on the arm reassuringly. (it did not do much to calm him down.) “anyways, are we still on for that training sesh?”

steve glanced down to his wrist and checked the digital watch stark had given him. “we’ve still got 15 minutes,” he stated dumbly.

“perfect. we can do some stretching. wanna help me out?” you batted your eyelashes dramatically, hoping that steve would catch the hint. the poor man was either completely oblivious or absolutely stupid. you’d asked for bucky and natasha’s opinions. bucky voted oblivious and natasha voted stupid.

“well, i- i’m not very good at aerobics, but i could ask natasha to come down if you’d-”

“no, that’s okay. thank you though.” your smile faltered, and if it weren’t for the way steve was staring at you intensely, as he usually did. your voice pitched back to normal in seconds.

“well, see you down there, big boy.” you spun on your heel and steve could swear that you walked away from him much faster than your usual gait, as if you wanted to get away from him. he sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

you played so many games with him, and he couldn’t decipher you. he prided himself on being the capitan of the team, somebody who brought people together and led effectively because of his understanding of everybody’s strengths and weaknesses. that had been his entire identity before he met you. all of a sudden, you seemed to flit between the gaps of each avenger’s neatly organized identity, knocking down their corners until their walls came down like dominoes. and you were trying to do the same to him.

he walked slowly to the gym, still pondering your place among the team. it wasn’t that you’d knocked down his teammates’ walls for the worse, but you’d made them more unpredictable, spontaneous, adventurous—steve didn’t know what to do with any of that. he was a military man; straight lines and sharp movements.

the first thing he saw when walking into the gym was you conveniently in the downward dog position. you peeked between your legs and saw steve who was trying his best to look unphased. you counted that as a minor victory. so you did have some impact on him after all.

“steve!” you bounded over. “so, i was thinking we could spar first, since natasha and bucky were planning on using the ring later. then we could cool down with cardio?”

he smiled—yes, a real smile—in agreement. he wanted to do weight training. but you’d looked at him so sweetly and you hadn’t made fun of him that time, so for once, steve felt like he could breathe around you. oh boy, did you make him sweat.

he soon realized you were good at making him sweat in more ways that one. no, not that way! steve was absolutely and thoroughly a gentleman.

steve’d thought to go easy on you and he was deadly mistaken. within minutes, you had him pinned to the ground as you hovered triumphantly over his face, laughing as he gaped at you in surprise. you’d poked his cheek and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “is that really the best you can do?”

that was it for steve. damn darn the flutter in his chest at the idea of pinning you against his chest, or on the floor, or against a wall, or-

gentlemanly thoughts, steve.

he’d barely broken a sweat but relished the reversal of the roles—he was back in charge and this time, you were the flushed, panting mess. “you really want it, sweetheart?” he taunted, adjusting the wrap over his fists. 

you grinned. “show me what you’ve got. i like it rough.”

steve froze. you took the opportunity to sprung forward, catching him off guard. you feigned a punch, and as he leaned forward to block it, you jumped to his side and he stumbled forward from the momentum of his missed punch.

this was the game you two played. steve was six feet something of pure muscle and super soldier serum. you had none of those enhancements, and you were less than twice his size. while steve resorted to brute force and classic sparring methods, you had to be a little more creative. you weaved and breezed through his attacks, placing hits whenever you could, and never let yourself fall into a pattern.

patterns were how you lost. you were admittedly much smaller than the other avengers, and the only way you were able to keep up was never letting anybody read you, inside or outside the ring. with steve… it was a little harder.

you’d put distance between you and him as you heaved to catch your breath, still determined to take him down for a second time. steve’d finally shown signs of physical exertion, and you were proud as you admired noticed his shirt beginning to dampen and the shine of his forehead.

“tired yet?” steve smirked, finally finding the upper ground. sure, he turned to putty at your words. but you were too busy trying to catch up to hurl your usual taunts and jabs.

“i could do this all day.” you threw his words back at him with a big grin, raising your fists to eye level and bouncing on the heels of your foot just like steve would always do as a kid. he chuckled to himself before launching his body at you, prepared to tackle you to the ground—you were smaller, off guard, and tired. it’d be an easy win.

he landed hard on his chest. there was no body under him; he hadn’t pinned anyone. where were you?

steve felt you sneak a firm kick to his side as he scrambled to his feet. you’d lept out of the way once again. that was it, though. steve finally had a read on you. you were unpredictable. that was your pattern. you didn’t fight traditionally, in the way that steve had been taught. you were lighter on your feet, a faster thinker, and a more cautious attacker.

he saw you launch yourself from the ropes, your fist barreling towards his chin, and instead of blocking your attack as he normally would, he simply dodged. your fist never made impact, and to stop yourself from faceplanting, you grabbed steve’s wifebeater with one fist to try and steady yourself. steve didn’t have time to push you off before you dragged him down with you. his body slammed into yours.

“you’re crushing me!” a muffled voice came from underneath him. “get off me!” steve felt you wiggle in an unsuccessful attempt to free yourself. he lifted the majority of his weight off you, but grabbed your wrists before you could escape and pinned them down at your sides.

you wanted to kiss smack the smug expression off his pretty face.

“told you i wouldn’t go easy on you.” steve poked you in the cheek to return the favor from your last match. you groaned.

“you’re still- you’re very close right now,” you laughed breathlessly. your eyes darted around. “a-and you’re still on top of me.”

steve’s eyes widened before a cocky laugh escaped him. you could feel the movement in his chest and he shook his head, eyes still trained on yours. “it’s just- you’re flustered, aren’t you?”

you glared at him. “no, i’m not!” thrashing once more, you demanded that he release you from his prison. “i will kick you in the-”

steve released you immediately.

you sat up and shook the tension from your muscles. steve seemed to have retreated into his old, shy self. you were a little disappointed. this had been the only time steve seemed to have reciprocated your interest, and it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. maybe he’d only used it as a ruse to distract you during your match.

you begun unwrapping your hands with unusual wordlessness. steve looked you up and down before sighing loudly, sitting himself down right across from you.

“i have to get something off my chest,” he confessed, refusing to make eye contact.

you drew from the dwindling reserve of flirty comebacks that you still had. “oh yeah? is it your shirt? because i’d be more than happy to take that off for you,” you laughed. you cringed. both you and steve could tell it was entirely fake.

steve wasn’t quite sure what had prompted such a drastic change in attitude. you were usually raucous and bold; you had been just an hour ago. now, you looked dejected and insecure.

while steve normally would’ve fainted on the spot at your comment, the captain side of him took over. he delicately slid his large hand under your chin with more grace than you had expected possible from a hulking soldier. he raised your head until you were forced to meet his eye.

“are you okay?” there was genuine concern on his face.

after all these months of unreciprocated flirting, unsubtle hints, and practically screamed professions of your love, the only time he’d ever let you in was the time when you finally had nothing to say. 

you let out a heavy breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and took an equally deep inhale, trying desperately to soothe your pounding heart. you prayed steve couldn’t hear it.

“yeah, i just,” you squeaked, “sorry! i’m just a little… overexerted. from sparring.” there wasn’t even any suggestiveness in your wording. now steve was really beginning to worry.

“earlier, uh, i said i needed to get something off my chest. not my shirt!” he blurted in clarification. “i just wanted to say that i- well, i-” steve hesitated before pulling his hands away from your face and using them to cover his own.

“i like you, steve,” you let slip. you clapped a hand over your mouth in mortification. “oh shit, i- no, fuck, i know you don’t like swearing- holy… uh, holy moly.” you slammed the heel of your palm against your head. “i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to ruin things. i probably should’ve backed off, i know.” you laughed, angry at yourself.

“i should’ve respected your feelings, steve, and i’m so sorry. i just kept pushing it because god, i really like you, and it was selfish of me to make you feel so uncomfortable, and i don’t want to ruin the dynamic of the team just because i was too immature to-”

steve cut you off with a forceful kiss, slamming his lips into yours. the two of you froze, neither of your lips moving, until steve pulled away in horror.

“i’m so, so sorry,” he panicked. “i didn’t even ask, i just-”

you pulled him in again; this time, you were softer, less rushed. you were sweaty and steve was overheating and you probably smelled terrible, but you would’ve been content sitting on the sparring ring’s mat for hours despite all the questionable bodily fluids it had probably seen for hours, if it meant steve wouldn’t stop kissing you.

it was with reluctance that you pulled away. unfortunately, you did not have the lung capacity of a super soldier. “so, did you know this whole time?” you examined his face in disbelief.

“did i know what?”

“that i had been flirting with you. for the past few months. did you, y’know, pick up on all of it? or did you guess? or did somebody tell you? or did you not know at all?”

steve’s cheeks darkened one more shade, as they almost always did when talking to you. “i don’t know if i can say all of it… i’m not quite caught up on that aspect of modern lingo.”

you snorted, using the back of your hand to wipe the sweat from your forehead in a very unladylike manner. “so, how did you end up taking me down? because-”

through the door burst bucky and natasha in the middle of a heated argument. they stopped when they saw the two of you chatting nonchalantly on the floor, still in very close proximity to each other and still very sweaty. natasha raised an eyebrow at you. you shook your head furiously.

“how’s it shakin’, bacon?” bucky broke the silence. you squinted at him.

“where did you learn that?”

“irrelevant. so, did you guys like, kiss already? ‘cause i can come back if you’re planning on using this room for other physical activities.” bucky deflected.

“it was very… chaste,” steve coughed.

natasha looked at you pointedly and stabbed a finger to her chest, then pointed to you. me. you. tonight. spill.

she and bucky turned to each other with wicked grins. before you could get out a word, they were back out the glass doors and waving through them. you and steve were puzzled. when the lock clicked and natasha and bucky high fived each other, sauntering away, you had your question answered for you.

you couldn’t say you were complaining.

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