#the coolest suit up ever in MCU

[elennemigo]

Which movie do you like better. - Dr strange or Dr strange MOM?😉

Definitely Doctor Strange (2016).

Visually I can´t deny DSMOM has some scenes that i love but it lacks focus on Stephen, his development, his story, they turn his sequel into a device to move forwards someone else´s story.

I always say that maybe this wouldnt had bother me much is this one was the third movie. But it was a sequel we, (DS fans), waited for 6 years and I think we and specially Benedict´s Stephen deserved much better than what we had.

So I choose the first movie, that it was also directed and written by ppl who loves the character and cared for him, which is always a really fucking good plus!

thanks for asking me!

:))

[raccoonfallsharder]

what’s your favorite version of rocket? for me it’s between eidos rocket and mcu rocket

this is such a great question ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

it’s like asking “what’s your favorite star in the sky?” “which ice cream is the best ice cream?” “what flower do you prefer?” “what bird is the coolest bird?” “what cat is the best cat?”

it’s not that i don’t have a fave (i do, or at least i think i do), it’s just that im picking from such a fucken splendor of options. truly spoiled for choice. there’s no wrong answer here (although some of the comics artists have never, i think, seen a raccoon. here’s lookin at you timothy green ii).

so i’ll rank these motherfuckers but understand that i love them all differently. also im sticking to various versions of canon but honestly some of my fave rockets come from fanfiction writers like @hibatasblog, @caesarhamato22, @aliasrocket, & @elegant-fleuret ~ and what is mcu rocket or cartoon rocket or eidos rocket really but fanfiction with a budget?

anyone else who wants to share their faves and why, please do. it's so fucken fascinating to learn why certain rockets appeal to different people!

Grounded: Rocket Raccoon (2016) story by matthew rosenberg // pencil & ink by jorge coelho i love this furry bastard so much and this whole arc pulls on all my heartstrings which is probably why my first rocket fanfic was based off this storyline. he's at his snarkiest, most cynical self, still saving people in spite of how fucken thankless everyone around him is. as much as comics-rocket talks about how everything he does is for the money, i feel like this series really exemplifies his begrudging willingness to do the right thing for people even when people suck. i just wanna love on him tbh (platonically, romantically, domestically). wanna take care of him. wanna build him a blanket-fort and feed him hot cocoa. grumpy asshat

MCU's Guardians of the Galaxy (2014-2023) created by james gunn, et al. nose to tail, this rocket has the most consistent and coherent character development and we get to see so many sides of him in one long-lived arc, and it's fucking beautiful. just because of the nature of comics in general, we never get to see this much growth in any single incarnation of rocket. but here we have sad-rocket, dad-rocket, lonely-rocket, friend-rocket, baby-rocket, captain-rocket - i love him so much and what this movie has given us in terms of a fully-fleshed out character. plus we get to hear lines like "oh yeah" (you know EXACTLY what i'm talkin about) and his goddamn singing. not to mention that beautiful expressive face.... the way he moves when he's beating the shit out of ravagers... what? huh? where was i?

Rocket Raccoon: Blue River Score (2017) story by al ewing // pencil & ink by adam gorham i fucken love this comic arc. we get a lot of rocket in a suit and we get to see his impulsive behavior, his softness for otta (and by extension, his desire to love/be loved) despite their history, his cleverness in the colon and the final heist, and his relationship with gatecrasher. PLUS if you thought one sad snarky gun-wielding maniac wasn't enough, there's a subplot where rocket and deadpool team up and it's the best thing in the world. just a perfect little kiss from every five-star chef in the galaxy. i love rocket's last few lines to deadpool in this segment. perfection

Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy Game. (2021) by eidos-montreal and marvel entertainment. just to note: 4,5, and 6 got real murky for me in terms of figuring out how to rank these rockets. i wish i could watch this game multiple times so i could get a better feel for who this rocket is but it is SUCH an undertaking tbh. still, this rocket is so good. bitter, hilarious, sassy, isolated. i love him so much. i just want to play with his beard and also say lots of nice (occasionally naughty) things to him so he blushes really hard like in that sequence where pete was like "you deserve some praise" (i think that was the closest we've ever seen rocket to actual death, volume three included). there's a thing about rockets-in-general that i think this rocket in particular really pulls out of me: the desire to trust, and to be worthy of trust. ...that and the fact that you just know this guy is fuckin filthy. when he decides he wants you, he's gonna make you miserable in all the best ways. like, the level of teasing would be so over-the-top you might spontaneously combust before you get into bed (though luckily, he is an expert when it comes to manipulating combustibles).

Assorted other comic appearances that I've smushed into one thing in my mind. i dunno, friend. rocket who blames himself for pete's apparent death breaks my heart. rocket who thinks he's the only one of the guardians left breaks my heart. rocket who blames himself for groot's death breaks my heart. rocket who is sick and alone on halfworld like an animal crawling under the porch to die but ends up leaving inside a giant mech-suit to save his friends breaks my heart. rocket who protects chewy's kids breaks my heart even though it's supposed to be a lighthearted fucken arc. there are more.

Rocket Raccoon, Volume 2. (2014-205) story by skottie young, pencil & ink by various artists. yo. this rocket is so different and yet still perfectly rocket. he's a hyped-up little gremlin of a guy who fucks and is probably constantly high off blaster-fumes and engine-fuel. i fucken love him so much. imagine rocket with no self-confidence issues who pops caffiene pills and energy drinks every half-hour and smashes anything that can orgasm, and you've got a skottie young rocket. while other rockets might get you off because they think they've got something to prove or want to keep you coming back, this is a rocket who has learned how to use his tail solely for the fact that it's a claim to fame that means he can get laid anytime he wants. he never lacks for an excited partner (or partners) because everyone in sixty-nine systems knows how fuckin good he is. ultimately, he fucks like a god for the most (apparently) selfish, shallow reasons (and then inevitably ghosts his partners). or maybe not. maybe he's also just obsessed with the idea that anything he's gonna do, he has to do over-the-top. like planning an intergalactic scavenger hunt for your friend's birthday. ...but scrape the surface and underneath you find a guy who's just so afraid of being the only one of his kind that he's gotta fuck or shoot everything in his vicinity. what a wild little shithead. i love him so much, so much. p.s. the fron storyline - the cold, parts one and two - is one of my favorites. he loves groot so much. and princess jink is the fucken best

Guardians of the Galaxy TV Series/Cartoon. (2015-2019). i enjoyed this rocket and his gremlin ways. his fascination with duct tape is a particular point of charm. the take on his backstory was interesting. loved the episode with ja kyee lrurt - like it was so fuckin cute i could die. i need more of THAT storyline in particular.

Rocket & Groot TV Series/Cartoon. (2017) i loved this so much but it just left me wanting more (just because, you know, of the nature of this type of short-episode media). big skottie young energy. ultimately, trevor devall does a fine job but i think his voice in both this and the other cartoon make it a little harder for me to fully embrace these rockets. like his interpretation of rocket's voice just doesn't match mine, you know? and that's okay. still would rewatch 5,739 times.

how's that? i still need to watch telltale but i think i got most of the iterations in there lol. anyone i forgot, or who is worth specifically pulling out and mentioning by author/issue/edition?

[rockinlibrarian]

For the writing ask game: 2, 6, & 7 ^_^

Yay! An ask from the actual AUTHOR of The Happy Fic Writer Ask Game reblogged here, who is famous for also once, see question 13, guessing my TUA Masked Author submission by title alone!

So let's start with 2. Talk about a favorite comment you received.

I think the one that jumps out at me is from a "Guest" who I believe I've since come to know as "hc-silver" on the Summerland Discord, on "Two (or Three) Mutant Freaks and the Strictly Scholarly Collaboration":

"Your dedication to the interpersonal relationships shows; I would go as far as to say its your strong suit! The interactions are true to the characters and not contrived. For me it makes your work a pleasure to read."

That just gave me all the warm fuzzies! Such a genuine compliment about something I always try hardest to get right!

Runner-ups to Lovely_Number_7's "Reread this is amazing" on "On Soul Mates and Nemeses" because it's what it says on the tin-- someone is REREADING this because they think it's AMAZING; and to this guy in @destinyandcoins's reply to the aforementioned Masked Author submission "How to Catch Up with your Therapist after a Couple of…Busy Months":

I just like looking at that guy, he makes me laugh.

6. Describe what you do and your feelings after posting a chapter.

Well. I link it in relevant social media locales, and then usually end up clicking through the link and rereading it immediately, just to get the experience of reading it like other people will be reading it. Then I refresh to see if anyone else has found it yet! They inevitably haven't, so I noodle around on the internet for awhile, then keep refreshing and/or checking gmail to see if anyone has commented yet! This probably still hasn't happened! But I keep doing it! Then the next morning at about 6:45 is when AO3 sends the "You've Got Kudos!" email notifications, so I attempt to keep my pants on until then. If no one has Kudoed it by that first morning, I get down, but then immediately start going through my other WIPs to decide which one is closest to being publishable so that I can hurry on to the NEXT source of potential validation!

7. What do you love most about being a fic writer for your fandom?

I don't know, I guess I just love playing with characters. It's like that scene in one of the Anne books, maybe Anne of Avonlea, where she's like "It's just a string of fancies! I enjoy writing such things, but editors insist on PLOTS!" which I have always identified with. It's ACCEPTABLE to write fanfic that's basically just "characters do stuff" without any world-stopping plot-building on my part!

Fandom-specifically, which the question seems to be leaning toward, I don't know, because I'm a multi-fandom writer anyway. Legion I am one of the ONLY writers for, so there I feel a bit, um, knowledgeable I guess? So, confident. But it makes me a little sad that "The Magic Man of Oz," possibly the coolest fic I have ever written, therefore has like no audience. And it also makes me sad that, being pretty much the only person in the fandom writing about the Summerland founders, I always have to write it in order to read it, which is why I requested it on the Yuletide exchange!

My fandom with the second-highest number of fics written (and highest number of fics READ), Umbrella Academy, I still feel kind of like the dork on the sidelines saying, "Hi, I'm here too!" And currently the only other fandom with more than one fic posted at all is the MCU, and two fics in the MCU, one of which is really more of a Wrinkle in Time fic anyway and which I swear has not been abandoned, is like one molecule of salt in the ocean.

I have been enjoying browsing all the requests for Yuletide, because there are so many ITTY BITTY fandoms that make me go wow, I never thought of fanfic for that, I can't wait to read it! One prompt was so brilliant I'm writing it as a Treat even though it's not my official assignment. My official assignment is actually for a fandom I was surprised is even eligible for Yuletide, but I'd better stop talking now. I'm very bad at writing surprises.

[duck-era-lexi]

thoughts on the MCU spider man films ( w/ tom holland)

spider man: homecoming - 5/10 spider man: far from home - 7/10 spider man: no way home - 6/10

(ranking tmr morning!!)

omg. omfg. i have to take a breath. 

so unlike with the amazing spider man 2, i was not spoiled by a death. but like the amazing spider man, this series ends on a supposedly happy, but very tragic note. i also just watched tasm yesterday so i found myself comparing it to this one a lot. but i think genuinely, the mcu spiderman has a lot of flaws and also was 100% not what i expected it to be. 

first off, tom holland’s spiderman is not “spiderman.” i feel like he only starts to feel like spiderman in the third film, because he’s alone and the world is against him. but even then it’s weird, because doctor strange is there to help him but then he himself ties up the one person who can help him? peter is dumb in this film, not like andrew garfield emotionally dumb but he is incredibly immature and frustrating to watch. this is definitely made for younger audiences, but genuinely peter says it himself: he causes all his problems, and not in a subtle way either. i mean i’m glad they’re consistent throughout all the films but i personally get really annoyed when characters are like this. like in the flash, barry gets fucked over again and again because he just doesn’t kill people and he wants to save them, whatever. it’s just a little silly hearing peter in the third film saying he wants to save all these people and aunt may’s like, yes, you did the right thing absolutely 100% that makes sense 

so much of these films i was like, “it’s gotta be a marvel thing.” because the bad jokes that are not funny at all, the modern day references and the high tech- which i definitely know is one. it’s not the high tech that bothers me but the fact that the movies acknowledge problems with tech and stark industries and then don’t really do anything to grow from that point. like throughout the first and second movies it’s clearly a problem how much of peter’s power comes from his suit, and nothing ever comes from that??? in the third movie they just kind of forget about it. 

i have more to say but i’m tired and tomorrow’s a long day. basically:

- i like the NWH ending. bcuz i like CONSEQUENCES. it’s sad, but peter deserved it 100% bcuz he’s a dumbass

- but also: what was that post credits scene? like yeah i don’t get the context but i don’t know how that would even make sense in context. 

- looking at all the spidermans side by side it’s clear that 1) tobey maguire is the best and 2) andrew garfield’s likeability 99% comes from the way he acts around gwen

- i miss gwen

- the first spider man is literally a middle school story like i cant believe they’re 15. nfw those are the most immature 15 yr olds ever

- the second spider man i’m biased because i’ve watched it before but i think it’s the coolest and it’s the most fufilling. like spider man’s arc SHOULD end with him confessing to mj, yk

- the third spider man is dark but we needed it. but seriously, the plot is so stupid and the characters are so stupid and this is just a stupid movie. unless you don’t think about it and you just focus on the pretty colors and the crying. idk

- ned is seriously never not annoying. the only time i liked him is when he was doing shit, which was like never but also specifically in NWH when he makes the portals appear with mj. he works better with mj than with peter because he doesn’t really have a relationship with peter. like yes they’re besties but they don’t have the kind of bestie banter or any chemistry like at all

- iron man sucks! we hate corporate greed 

dat’s all. i need to sleep

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being an ex-SHIELD agent living with Sharon in Madripoor

Sharon Carter x reader

warnings:

a/n: im ngl. i forgot i had this in my drafts. SORRY.

prompt: “Can I request headcanons on living with Sharon Carter (MCU) in Madripoor, as an ex-S.H.I.E.L.D agent please?”

you followed sharon to the CIA when SHIELD fell, and everything was actually pretty okay for a while

until

you were actually an accomplice to sharon’s little avenger heist

“are you sure you want to get involved in this y/n? it’s not gonna be pretty after this” -sharon

“i’d rather be on the right side of history, carter” -you

“suit yourself” -sharon

“i think i’ll save the suits for the avengers” -you

you met steve, bucky, and sam up close while returning their things and it was one of the coolest days of your life, even though it would soon feel like the end

so you and sharon went on the run together

and it was a real nightmare

but sharon had some leads in a place called madripoor and she asked you if you’d like to join her there

of course you said yes, she was literally your partner in crime now

“we can make this work, l/n” -sharon

at first, things were rocky

and you two had to lay low to stay off the the government’s radar

but sharon was a very resourceful agent, and it wasn’t long before she moved up on the food chain

“are you sure you should be trying to gain all this power, shar? what if we get caught?” -you

“i’m doing this for us, y/n. we have no place in this world right now, it’s time that we make one” -sharon

becoming somewhat of a bodyguard to her, not like she needed it

but you were also for hire

which was steady work, especially among visitors of the lawless island

“adjusting well to your new job?” -sharon

“god, it’s so much more fulfilling than following the rules and tiptoeing around the law” -you

“we should have done this years ago” -sharon

you were honestly living in luxury after some time there and sharon was killing it as what the people were referring to as the “power broker”

feared and respected, but also anonymous

the best way to run things

honestly i think that you two would share a room and maybe even a bed just for comfort and protection

you two were still wanted and it was only a matter of time before someone figured out your identities, as a power broker or a disgraced agent

“think anyone will ever come looking for us here?” -you

“they aren’t dumb enough to step foot in madripoor” -sharon

and the sam and bucky stepped feet in madripoor <3

BUT they were not looking for you two, it was just chance that you ran into each other

“oh god, what do you want?” -you

“really, l/n? i thought we were cool?” -sam

“what gave you that impression? do you see the shithole we ended up in?” -you

“if you come back to the states, i can get you pardoned, i promise” -sam

“no thanks, y/n and i are doing just fine on our own, we don’t need your charity” -sharon

sharon was really good at putting on an act, but you knew that already considering her history of undercover work

you weren’t bad either, this was all apart of your act

and sharon convinced you to help the boys, which you regretted considering they really threw a wrench in your whole plan for more power

which you had to calm sharon down

“listen, hey, sharon, it’s not the end of our reign, alright? we could get the serum from the other soldiers and see if another scientist could replicate it. do you think that’s a plan we could pull off?” -you

“yeah, we could pull it off, but god dammit! this is why i never wanted to help them in them in the first place!” -sharon

“well, we can still use them, sharon. sam is gonna get us pardoned and we’ll have an avenger and a super soldier on our side. we just gotta put up with their shit a little longer” -you

keeping sharon cool and helping her get everything back under control so that nobody undermined her in madripoor

and eventually coming back to new york to tie up some loose ends

and splitting off from sharon to cover her ass, too

“be safe, shar. i don’t wanna go home without you” -you

“right back at you. don’t let these boys mess anything up for us” -sharon

by the time you and sharon reunited, she was in rough shape and you were freaking the hell out

“are you okay? barnes, why didn’t you get her medical attention?!” -you

“you know how she is, l/n” -bucky

“i’m fine, y/n” -sharon

“oh, bullshit, i’ll patch you up myself” -you

“no one i’d trust more” -sharon

being pardoned with sharon and knowing that she’s already got a new plan

one that would make you guys even more powerful

and you’d never leave her side

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[luna-helps-writing]

Hey could I request a match up for lotr, marvel, and x-men? Thank you. I’m a nonbinary goth who’s into men. I look really scary but I’d apologise to you if you spilt soup in my lap.

I have major anxiety, bpd, and c-ptsd. I’ve had to drop out of school due to this but that doesn’t stop me from learning as much as I can from home. I’m currently learning Korean, and studying the Birdlife and plants in my area. I love nature, especially birds, and have a pet budgie named Yog-Sothoth The All Seeing God (or Yog for short).

I’m 5’6” with black and red hair, green eyes, pale skin and freckles. I mostly wear alternative clothes or gothic renaissance clothes. I also love wearing platform boots.

I don’t really take care of myself but always take care of those I love. I’ve gotten into a few fist fights before because they were bullying my friends. I get really passionate about the things I love and won’t shut up about them. I love baking, writing, and drawing. I’m a bit of a mess, but if you know me it won’t matter. I’m quiet around people I don’t know and am always making stupid jokes to those I’m close to.

Thank you!!

Thank you for your ask!

For Lord of the Rings, I ship you with Haldir!

• I believe that every elf likes goths. This one was a very close call with Legolas, to be fair. I choose Haldir, simply because I feel like he would be able to balance both of your personalities more than our Mirkwood friend.

• Okay, so as I said, in my head, elves absolutely adore goths. They are so different from the fair beings, which intrigues them so much. Haldir is no different. Serving in Lothlorièn doesn’t really provide him with much of the outside world, but boy oh boy, when he meets you-

• Is a great person for comfort! Whenever something just gets too much or you need some time away, he’ll help you with anything! So kind and helpful, you deserve a Haldir ;-;

• Since he lives in a forest, he knows a lot about animals and biology, yet not the things you know. He can listen to you talk about it for hours without ever growing tired.

• Will 100% take care of you when you won’t do it yourself. In his eyes, you deserve the world, and as he can not physically do that, he’ll do anything in his will to keep you healthy and happy.

• He will hold you back during fights though, which is not always great, because at times you’ll be too caught up and accidentally punch him. Even though he tells you it’s okay, it actually hurts but he’d rather die than admit to you that you hurt him. He’s afraid you’ll feel bad for him.

For the MCU, I ship you with Loki!

• Does this come as a surprise? Not for me, no.

• Will steal your platform boots. Like, seriously; they are not safe around them. Hiding won’t help you. He’ll find them. You have to wear them all day in order to secure them.

• Tries to reason with you whenever you get caught up in fights, as he knows how passionate you are about something, but when someone said something really dumb, he’ll gladly join in and will try to kill that person. Now it’s your turn to reason with him.

• Will pull stupid pranks with you on his brother. Yes, it involves stabbing him, and while you were hesitant at first, you soon found out it doesn’t really hurt him, so you’re okay with it now.

• He adores your drawings! He keeps one of your old sketchbooks in his room (without your knowledge) and will look at it for hours, even though he has seen it thousands of times before. He even tries to draw like you, but he can’t seem to get the hang of it and it bothers him so much. He’ll never show it to anyone, but we know better.

• Let’s be honest; he’s the chillest person there is considering gender. Not bothered at all. Completely cool. Talking about Norse Mythology Loki real quick; has had many gender himself, so no surprise there. When someone does disrespect you, there will be no holding back from Loki’s side.

For X-men, I ship you with Wade Wilson! (Deadpool)

• Is honestly really impressed by your looks. He thinks it’s the coolest thing ever and even tries to add it in his suit. It looks stupid though, so you’ll have to tell him to stop.

• He might not want to admit it, but he suffers from ptsd too, so he knows the issues. He will absolutely be there for you and talk you through anything. Well, talk....not his strongest point. Let’s say joke. His jokes are always good.

• Loses his shit when he figured out you’re learning Korean. He will try to join you, but he’s terrible at learning languages. He tries his best, he really does, he just has a terrible memory.

• Will definitely use your writing in one of his fights. Perhaps it’s a cool one-liner he can’t get out of his head and he’ll just say it out loud. Has great writing ideas too, even if it sounds stupid. He cannot really write, but he’s great at giving inspiration and he’s so encouraging!

• Most surprisingly perhaps; he is a natural baker. He has never baked in his life before, but whenever he wants to help you, he does everything exactly right, maybe even better. He plays it off as if it’s nothing, but he totally brags about it in front of others.

• Continuing on my earlier point, the two of you have a lot of bake-offs. It started out as simple cupcakes, but now you’re making three-layered cakes.

I hope it was to your liking! Stay safe❤️

[sparrowsabre7]

Just thinking about the Prowler, the double standard of some white Marvel fans is so self-evident. There’s a vocal minority of fans that piss and moan any time a black character inherits a previously white character’s mantle or is re-imagined as a character, but none of these people were complaining when the Prowler was reimagined as Aaron Davis, Miles Morales’ uncle, instead of Hobie Brown. 

Now, it could be for a number of reasons: because they see black characters as interchangeable, because he’s a smaller name character, or whatever, but the point still stands. 

I’m also not saying it’s necessarily a bad thing they changed him, because I think giving Miles a personal connection to a key villain early on is what Spider-man is all about, but my point is, I never saw any uproar over this when fundamentally they are two very different characters:

Hobie Brown in the comics was a thief who designed his own Prowler suit (genius intellect teen) and decides to rob the Daily Bugle. Spider-man defeats and unmasks him, but on realising he’s just a kid, does not report him and advises him to change his ways.

He does, and ends up becoming one of Spidey’s most valuable allies, even pretending to be Spider-man when Peter needs someone to be like “oh look, Peter and Spidey ARE in the same place at the same time, Peter can’t be Spider-man.” This interpretation is not dissimilar in the cartoon from the 90s except Hobie is an adult and uses the Prowler suit at the behest of the Kingpin to battle Spider-man, before again ,eventually teaming up and seeing the error of his ways and renouncing his criminal background.

Aaron Davis is the Ultimate Marvel version of the Prowler and is an unrepentant criminal. There’s no evidence of coercion or reluctance on his part and he remains that way until his death. This is also much the same in Into the Spiderverse’s depiction of Aaron, who chooses to work for the Kingpin and only stops when he realises Miles is the new Spider-man (whom he was just about to murder). What he would have done after this realisation we don’t know because he is almost immediately killed. 

In any case you have Hobie Brown Prowler: reluctant criminal turned ally and superhero, being changed into Aaron Davis Prowler, hardened criminal who dies.

Like that’s a big difference and I don’t think I’ve ever seen the “Heimdall shouldn’t be black!” or “It’s Iron Man, not Iron Lady!” dudebros ever mention the liberties taken with Prowler.

And as I say before, I’m not saying they SHOULD, because reinterpretation is the lifeblood of comic book adaptation, my point is: If your key argument is: “don’t change legacy characters, just make new ones,” then that should hold true for ALL characters, not just whiteys. 

Side note: I think Prowler has one of the coolest costume designs and I would LOVE to see Donald Glover suit up in a later MCU film. 

[transientwordsmith]

The Swear Jar

Ok so I wrote some fanfic for yall :) its MCU fanfic, in an AU (idk which just go with it my dudes). I hope yall like it :D Here is a link to the fic on AO3. Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov | Word Count: ~1900

This story begins on one fine Sunday when Mr. Steve Rogers purchased a rather large jar. He bought a package of labels and a large sharpie as well. When he got back to the Avengers Tower, he took a label, wrote “SWEAR JAR” on it, and stuck it to the side of the jar. Then, he put it on a side table for everyone to see.

“Rogers, what the fuck is that?” Tony had asked when he saw it.

“A swear jar,” Steve explained simply. “Which you should put a dollar in, by the way.” Tony sighed dramatically. He then took out his wallet, removed a single, and leaned over Steve to get to the Swear Jar.

“Fine. Here you go. One dollar.” Tony said.

Now, whenever a resident of the Avengers Tower heard the call of “Language!” from Steve, a few moments later they also heard the clink of the glass jar. Peter Parker, who was a spectator of these rather funny events, noted that Clint and Tony were the ones called out most often.

But, alas, most adults do swear, and everyone eventually put at least a dollar in the Swear Jar. Even Peter had added a dollar or two to the Jar. But it was truly self-imposed. He hardly ever swore around adults, and if he did, it was a “Damn!” or the occasional “Shit!” that had slipped out by accident. But, since the appearance of the Swear Jar, that hardly happened anymore.

This went on for about a month before The Incident, as Peter called it.

Peter had been working in the lab with Tony. They were working on their own projects but they enjoyed each other’s company, so they worked in the same lab. They had been working for a while when Tony leaned back in his chair and sighed.

“You want something to drink, kid?” Tony asked.

“Sure,” Peter said. “How about a coke?”

“Sure thing,” Tony said and promptly left.

Peter was unfazed by Tony’s abrupt exit and went back to working on his project. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

“Tony?” Peter looked up. It was Steve. “Oh, hi, Steve,” Peter greeted him. “What’s up?”

“Is Tony here?” Steve asked. Peter shook his head.

“No, he just left. You can stay, if you want to, though.” Peter indicated to an area next to him where Steve could sit.

Steve sat, and Peter went back to his work. They sat there in silence for longer than Peter would have expected. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Steve flipping through papers and poking various parts and tools. Peter didn’t mind, but he wondered if Tony would. When will he be back? Peter thought.

Then, all of a sudden, Peter was ripped from his thoughts by a sharp yell.

“Fuck!”

Steve was sucking on his finger. He took it out of his mouth to look at it.

“Fuck, that hurt,” he said, quieter this time.

Peter realized in that moment that he had a decision to make:

Confront Steve now, make him deposit a few dollars to the Swear Jar, and tell everyone

Don’t say anything and use this as blackmail

Peter went with option number 2.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he asked Steve. Steve looked at him and they made eye contact for just a moment.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just got a paper cut.”

“Oh, that sucks. Do you want a Band-Aid?”

“Sure.”

There is actually another Incident that Peter would rather not talk about. In his mind, this is dubbed The Moment.

Peter and Steve had been helping some SHIELD agents move some things from one side of a building to the other side. One of those things just so happened to be a fridge. The agents expressed that they would feel a lot better if Peter and Steve carried it together, even though either one of them could hold it by himself.

They were squeezing through one of the narrower doorways when Peter caught his hand between the fridge and the doorway.

“Fuck,” he swore quietly. Peter let go of the fridge with that hand and shook it out.

Before Peter could grab onto the fridge again, he made eye contact with Steve. Just for a moment. And when Steve didn’t call him out, he realized Steve had made the same decision he had made.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Steve asked.

“I caught my hand between the fridge and the door,” Peter explained.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No, thanks. I’m fine.”

This arrangement continued for around a month and a half, where Steve and Peter felt comfortable swearing when they were alone together, but kept the secret when they were around others.

The only thing that threatened this secret, was Bucky Barnes.

Bucky Barnes had been on a mission in California for the past two months and was finally allowed to come back to New York. When he walked into the common room in the Avengers Tower, one of the first things he spotted was the Swear Jar. Peter watched him eye it for a few minutes. Finally, Bucky caved.

“Steve?” he called.

“Yeah, Buck?” Steve called back.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked, his voice sounding like a parent that had just discovered an impromptu mural.

“...It’s the Swear Jar. See? It’s got a little label on it,” Steve explained, indicating the label on the front.

“Ah, I see,” Bucky nodded condescendingly. Peter watched him from across the room and came to a realization: Bucky knew that Steve had the dirtiest mouth out of all of the Avengers, but he decided to use it as blackmail, just as Peter had.

About a week later, Peter decided to organize another video for the Avengers YouTube channel that he ran, called Miscellaneous Inc.

The video begins with this opening card:

It’s animated. The sparkles come and leave out of sync.

[cut]

Some of the Avengers are sitting in a circle. They each have a whiteboard. Someone speaks:

“I swear to god, Clint, nobody’s forcing you to do this!”

[cut]

Peter Parker is sitting on his bed, criss cross applesauce. He waves at the camera.

“Hey, YouTube,” He greets the audience. “It’s me, Peter, saying hello to you on this fine Wednesday afternoon. Today, I have somehow convinced a whole bunch of the Avengers to play ‘Who’s More Likely To’ with me! I honestly don’t know how I convinced them to do it, but I did. Anyway, I asked you guys to ask some ‘Who’s More Likely To’ questions on Twitter, and I went through them! FRIDAY’s gonna read them out, though, so if you put emojis it might sound a little weird.”

[cut]

Peter, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, Sam, Wanda, and Vision are sitting in a circle, each equipped with a handheld whiteboard and a pen.

“Hi, camera!” Peter waves to the camera, mostly to make sure everyone else is aware of it. “You may notice that we are a few Avengers short. I promise, they are not dead. These are the only people I could convince to play with me. So far, that is. Should everyone introduce themself?” Peter asked and looked around the circle. Nobody really gave a definite reaction.

“We’ve all been on your channel before, yes?” Wanda asked.

“I guess…” Peter said.

The video froze and became a bit dimmer. Suddenly, names and arrows appeared on the screen, going around the circle, each appearance being noted by a small ding.

← Tony Stank (Iron Man)

← Peter Parker (me :D)

← Steve Rogers (Cap)

← Bucky Barnes (the coolest)

← Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

← Natasha Romanov (Black Widow)

← Sam Wilson (Falcon)

← Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

← Vision (Vision)

“Peter,” Peter said to the camera. “Do something cool during editing. A message came up on the screen: “I got you ;)”

[cut]

“Okay.” Peter clapped his hands. “Let’s get started. To reiterate, this is the ‘Who’s More Likely To’ Challenge. How you play is basically, a question is asked, like, ‘who’s more likely to land an arrow in the bullseye on the first try’. Then you write down who you think would be more likely to do that and then we all compare our answers. Does that make sense?”

Everyone nodded their heads.

“Great. FRIDAY, please read the first question.”

“Who’s more likely to say something they’re not supposed to in front of the press?” FRIDAY’s disembodied voice said.

Everyone wrote on their whiteboards for a few moments.

“Okay, let’s see your answers,” Peter said and turned around his board. Everyone followed suit. There were quite a few answers. The two most popular were “me” (“That’s not an answer, you guys,”) and Peter.

“Next question!” Instructed Peter.

“Who’s more likely to break something and leave it for the next person to fix?”

The most popular answer for that one was Tony.

Who’s more likely to accidentally knock someone out?

Steve.

Who’s more likely to keep saying “one more try” on a trick shot?

Sam.

Who’s more likely to have a weird secret habit?

Clint.

Who’s more likely to tip off a metal detector by accident?

Answers evenly split between Natasha and Bucky.

Who’s more likely to swear the most?

Peter had been waiting for this one. He curated the questions so he knew this one would show up eventually. He saw Steve and Bucky make eye contact. He watched as Bucky turned toward him and looked him straight in the eye. It was as if he was saying, “Now is the time to break our silence.”

“Turn your boards!” Peter instructed. They all did. Apart from Peter and Bucky, the most common answers were Tony and Clint.

“Steve?” Tony asked. “Peter, did you hear the question? They said the dirtiest mouth.”

“Yeah, I know. Bucky, you can back me up, right?” Peter looked to Bucky for someone to back him up.

“I only have my word, kid,” Bucky said solemnly.

Then Peter remembered.

“Hold on, actually. I have something. FRIDAY, show me that day Steve and I were in the lab together!”

FRIDAY rolled the clip. Then, everyone was able to see the true Steve Rogers. They were all shocked, to say the least. Steve sat there with a dumbstruck expression, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

“So what do you have to say for yourself, Capsicle?” Tony asked him.

“Uh...I’m sorry?” Steve tried.

“You’re damn right you’re sorry!” Clint yelled playfully. “I’ve lost at least $100 to that damn Swear Jar! Speaking of which, what do you do with all the money?”

Steve stalled for as long as possible, but it was inevitable. He would have to tell them.

“I spent it on art supplies and ice cream.”

“You did what?!”

[cut]

Peter was back on his bed. He waved to the camera again.

“Thank you guys so much for watching! I can try and convince them to do this again sometime if you’d like! See you next time!

The video ended. Peter turned off the camera.

“Steve is going to kill me…”

[londonspirit]

Spoilery Ramblings

I TOOK NOTES!! The second I came out of the cinema, to not forget anything cause I knew I couldn’t yell at anyone just yet.

So here goes, in no particular order:

- T-shirts (LOVE that they brought back all the old ones! and FUCK ME, he really grew into the New York one!)

- DUME!! I made all the noises!!! Happy’s taking care of him still *clutches heart* (I had the feeling most people in my first screening didn’t understand how fucking MASSIVE that is!)

- also: keeping Tony’s ‘heart’?!?!?! UGH!!

- MJ wearing the broken necklace

- Ned is MAGIC!!! GAH!

- Cristo Fernandez!!!! He’s a MCU hero now on top of being amazing in Ted Lasso!! I made noises and nobody seemed to realize who he was!!! GAH!! (I yelled at him without context after on Twitter, poor thing!)

- ALL the amazing suits! and I REALLY loved the last one!! Hope he keeps it for future endeavors, it’s soo very pretty!

- and then the CHEERS and SCREAM (my screening was (covid-compliant) sold out, and I’ve NEVER experienced this (my Endgame screening was 6 people)) and Im still getting goosebumps when I think about it! I mean, we basically KNEW and it was still the coolest thing when Peter 3 came through the portal - I mean, everyone KNEW it wasn’t ‘our’ Peter, he was way too tall (sorry Tom!) but still... ASDFGHJKLÖÄ THat was sooo fucking cool!!! (and yes I wished we wouldn't have known, that would’ve been soo much more amazing (*hehe*) They did that soo damn well!!!

- ANDREW’S PETER SAVING MJ!!!! My heart stopped for a second when Tom got swept away - I might have whimpered NO a tad too loud (but so did many others in that cinema!). HIS FACE WHEN HE PUT HER DOWN SAFELY!!! ALL THE FUCKING FEELS!!! (I’ve seen speculations about it before but this was the ONE thing I knew NEEDED to happen if they were in the film! IT WAS A GIVEN!!)

(also: YOU LYING LITTLE SHIT!!! Which makes me wonder, WHEN exactly did they film their bits??? mainly curious as to if Lin KNEW about it when they were shooting Tick Tick and if they talked about it! I NEED TO KNOW!!!)

Also: was I the only one feeling a tiny bit of Larsons’s snark in Peter 3′s tone? Or has that always been an Andrew thing? Still working my way through his works but  this felt VERY Tick Tick...)

I’ve always preferred Andrew’s Spidey to Tobey’s, he felt much more ‘real’, if that makes sense, and despite the shit that went down back then, if I had to chose between him and Tobey, it’d always be Andrew!

- ALL THE SPIDEYs TOGETHER!! God! That was the most epic thing I’ve seen since Cap wielding Mjollnir! Even more epic! ALL THOSE EMOTIONS!!! GUUH!! I was a freaking mess, and the lady next to me was full on sobbing!!!

- ‘I love you guys!��� I totally lost it (and I sooo get that bisexual disaster I keep seeing when it comes to Andrew - he’s oozing it all over the damn place!!)

- the on point comedy! God, they played off of each other soo fucking well!!!

-> “You’re a deeply mistrusting person. And I respect that” God, that made me laugh harder than it should! Him and MJ would be comedy gold!!!

- yeah, so basically every single second with all three on screen was the most amazing (yes, people did cheer when Tobey called Andrew that!! It was wonderful!) thing!!! If nothing else comes of it (and I really do NOT need that, it feels very done and over with and that’s totally fine with me), that hour or how long it was, will stay with me forever!! THAT LAST HUG with all three of them?!?! Im still melting here thinking about it!

What else?

- well, Murdock! Short but sweet and I loved Peter’s face when he caught that brick before him!

- May! God, that hurt sooo much!!! And now we finally have THAT damn saying in our MCU! I know it was necessary for him to grow up, but damn, that was soo fucking painful to watch!

- Raging!Peter with the ‘green elf’ in the end!! WOAH!! I’ve seen interviews where Tom talked about it before, calling it the best thing he’d ever done and DAMN BOY, that was intense!!! I loved every second of it. His Peter is usually just defending himself from his enemies, NEVER out to actively kill them, so that was quite the thing to witness! (I mean, I knew Tom’s one hell of an actor, but seeing his Peter lose his shit like this was mindblowing!)

- TOBEY! Stepping in, not saying a thing, just looking at him... top notch acting! That was incredible!

- and for ONE second I was actually shocked as Andrew threw the cure at him - I thought it was a knife or something, which would’ve let ‘our’ Peter on a VERY different path, I’m sure!!!

ALL HAIL Jon Watts - he’s been making amazing Spidey films, but this one was a real masterpiece!!!!

The whole damn thing was a fucking rollercoaster of emotions - I did not expect to cry this much! It had everything, action, fun, heartbreak, nostalgia and it’ll stay on top of my fav Marvel films for a long time (even before my beloved Iron Man films!!!). They did good! So damn good!!!

Im sure there are much better reads out there, but this is mine! I probably won’t be able to watch it in the cinemas again (Covid’s really raging over here) so the next time will be on digital when it comes out and I can rewatch every single detail again and again and love some more on it!

What I want now, is ALL THE DAMN INTERVIEWS! Full of all the bts shit, how they shot it, how they got along, how the fuck they managed to LIE through their teeth like they did!!!!

So yeah, this starts my spoiler spree! Mute or blacklist, people, cause there’s a shitload of reblogs coming!!!

(And yes, I do feel a bit sad for Tobey and Andrew, that they couldn’t be at the premiere...) I also wonder whether the release of TIck Tick and Spidey that close to each other was on purpose... *squints* I mean, basically nobody DARED to asked Andrew in earnest about it after seeing his insane performance, it felt like a sacrilege, and I wonder if that was on purpose!!!

AND: IF people asked, he always sort of avoided to answer or said they didn’t CALL him!! *squints some more* So what? They wrote a letter? An email? DID YOU CALL THEM??? I mean, I wouldn’t put it past him!! *hehe*

Plus: Tom said they had planned the storyline right from the start, so HOW FUCKING LONG DID THEY KNOW LIE ABOUT IT?!?!?! I NEED TO KNOW EVERY SINGLE DETAIL!!!!

[friendofspidermannedleeds]

Fictober - Day 10

Prompt #10: “all I ever wanted” Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU) Rating: G Warnings: None Characters: Ned Leeds and Peter Parker Words: 554 Summary: Ned and Peter go for a swing

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Ned and Peter are hours-deep into a homework session, notebooks and textbooks strewn across all surfaces of Peter’s bedroom.

“Peter, what does it feel like to swing?”

Peter stops typing an essay and looks up with a grin. “It feels amazing, Ned. Like a roller coaster, kinda, but like—ten times more fun. And more scary. At least it was at first. But then I got used to it so now it feels kinda…normal.”

“Cool.” Ned nods. “Cool.”

They resume their work for another ten minutes before Ned works up the courage to ask a more pressing question.

“Hey, how many tons can you lift?”

“Not sure,” Peter answers, not looking up from his work. “A lot, I think. I’ve never experimented with it though. Why?”

“Just curious.” Ned hums.

Peter puts down his notebook and looks at Ned.

“Do you wanna experiment with it?” He says quietly. “Go out and try to lift stuff?”

“I mean, obviously, yes. That would be incredible.” Ned nods. “But I was actually thinking more along the lines of…I was wondering if…I mean if you’re strong enough to lift a car, you can lift me, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Peter replies confidently. “Easily.” He cocks his head. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s nothing,” Ned turns the page of his Physics textbook, preparing to make his request as nonchalantly as possible, “I guess I just wondered what swinging feels like.”

“Dude.”

Ned looks up as Peter stands, a stupid grin growing on his face.

“Let’s do it.”

 They discuss koala vs. piggy back and day swinging vs. night, weighing pros and cons like it’s another homework problem. They want to avoid anyone seeing Ned and making the leap to Spider-Man’s identity, and Peter wants his arms as free as possible for swinging. So their consensus manifests seven hours later when most of Queens has gone to sleep, Ned holding onto Peter’s back tightly.

They set off, Ned getting that just-buckled-into-a-roller-coaster feeling before the first drop. He hollers gleefully as they fly between and around the buildings, his hair and clothes whipping in the wind and his stomach turning excitedly every time Peter skillfully dodges a structure in what feels like a near miss.

It is, without question, the coolest perk of being the Guy in the Chair that Ned could imagine.

After five minutes of the swinging thrill ride, Peter lands carefully in a small city park that’s clear of other visitors.

“So,” he says as Ned jumps off, “What’d you think?”

Ned collapses onto the ground, grinning widely as he lays on his back. “Amazing—it was all I ever wanted.”

Peter laughs and plops down next to him. “Better than a roller coaster, right?”

“Dude. SO much better.” Ned sits up and initiates their handshake. “You should sell tickets to this—‘Swing with Spidey,’ $100 a ride.”

“Yeah, May would love it if I pimped Spider-Man for cash.” Peter says wryly. “And Mr. Stark would for sure take away the suit again.”

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t send this to May and Mr. Happy?” Ned holds up his phone, revealing a selfie he’d taken during the swing. He’s flashing his biggest smile as his hair stands straight up, one eye of Spider-Man’s mask peeping in the corner.

“Ridiculous.” Peter declares. “Send it to me.”

“I’d be honored, Spider-Man.”

[the--sad--hatter]

Frozen Heart (One)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, DEADPOOL & X-MEN

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  

When Nick Fury finally catches the Ex-Shield Agent knowns Black Ice, The Thief with a Frozen Heart he puts her where she belongs. With The Avengers.

You’re not happy about that decision but you’re the only one who’s kicking up a fuss.

Natasha and Clint are happy to have you back in their lives, Sam Wilson is a big fan, Tony Stark just wants you to keep your hands off his stuff and Steve finds out that not only do you have a connection but you were there for him when nobody else was.

Bucky Barnes is one of the few people who doesn’t have a connection with you but he’d really really like one.

Prologue   

                                                                                                                           ANYTHING IN ITALICS IS BEING SIGNED, NOT SAID OUT LOUD

Chapter One - Sixty Seconds

The room Clint had led you to was less of a room and more of a luxury suite. It was decadent and as soon as you opened the door and shoved you through it your jaw dropped.

“I’ll put coffee on.” Clint scoffed cheerily at you and left without waiting for a response, closing the door and leaving you in solitude.

You immediately stalked towards the private bathroom attached to what was now your room, ripping off the clothes Clint had supplied and discarding them as you went. The shower alone was at least four times bigger than your previous bathroom.

You switched the shower on turning the dial up as high as it would go and it didn’t take long for steam to fill the bathroom. The Irony of an ice powered mutant taking a blistering hot shower wasn’t lost on you as you fiddled with all the dials. There was also a drug stores worth of soaps, shower gels, and hair products. Though you doubted any drug store carried these expensive sounding brands.

You spent at least twenty minutes just choosing a shower gel. Eventually you dragged your sweet smelling body out of heaven on earth and wrapped a cloud (it was probably a towel but it felt like a cloud) around yourself and padded into the bedroom.

You forced yourself to ignore the humongous soft looking bed that was piled high with pillows and realised you'd have to put Clint's clothes back on. Unless....

This was it, the big moment. If you opened the wardrobe and it was empty then all hope was lost. But if there clothes in there, clothes in your size and preferred style then maybe Natasha still loved you.

You took a deep breath and swung the doors open.  

There was a cheesy pop song playing in your head ten minutes later as you strutted down the hallway, the black heels clicking against the floor. You smoothed your hands over your hips, smoothing invisible creases out of the tight black top and smirked. Tasha still loved you.

“Black Ice!” Someone called and you twirled round to wave at them.

“Falcon right?” You said, smiling at man jogging down the corridor towards you.

“Sam Wilson.” He said holding out his hand for you to shake.

Sam Wilson was gorgeous, nobody could try and dispute that. His most striking feature though was his eyes and the kindness shining in them. As soon as you looked into them you found yourself wanting to pour your heart out to him and make him your friend.

“Everybody kinda just calls me Ice.” You told him, shaking his hand.

“Cause of the powers right? I never would have guessed it was a power, I just thought the Ice you left behind was like a calling card or political statement.” He gushed.

You noticed the tips of his ears turning red as you blinked at him in surprise.

“Can I see them?” He asked you.

You looked around nervously, not used to this kind of openness about your powers.

“No.” You said, gulping nervously.

He didn’t seem at all put off by your attitude and instead got a conspiratorial look on his face, grabbing you by the arm gently as he pulled you down the hallway and through a door. You looked around the room he’d dragged you into and frowned, it was some sort of maintenance room. Dark, empty, filled with pipes and very very small.

You wrenched your arm away from him and he raised his eyebrows at you, looking taken aback before holding his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, I understand. No touching, that wasn’t cool of me. I’m sorry.” His tone was gentle and sincere.

“Uh, it’s ok. It’s just we’ve only just met and I’m not that kind of girl.” You smiled as you said it, covering your nerves.

You weren’t getting creepy vibes of this guy and didn’t really think he’d pulled you into an empty room for nefarious purposes. You was more curious than anything.

“I’ll buy you dinner next time. I just thought you’d be more inclined to show me your frosty side if nobody was spying.” He prodded with a laugh.

“My power takes a lot of emotional and physical control. Granted I'm not drugged up and being held captive in the desert at the moment but do you really want to risk it?” You asked.

“I didn’t know that’s what happened, I’m really sorry.”He looked crestfallen as he apologised.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Or yours. I didn’t know, I won’t ask again. And just so you know, I’m good with this sort of thing if you need to talk about it. If you don’t, I’m also great at making omelette's.” He told you with a toothy grin.

“I’m really good at eating them.” You said, smiling back at the man you were quickly betting was going to be a friend.

“Well then milady, might I escort you to the kitchen?” He said, opening the door with a dramatic flourish and bowing as you passed.

You laughed at his antics and shook your head fondly, accepting the offer of his arm as he walked you to the kitchen. Where Clint and Natasha were waiting.

“Wilson, hands off my sister!” Clint snapped.

“Your sister?” Sam shrieked, looking between you and Clint, squinting.

“She’s not really my sister, somebody dropped her off at the circus in a basket and I just kept her.”

“Stop telling people that, it’s not any better than the truth. We found her on a job, we killed her parents and decided to raise her to make up for it.” Natasha said.

“They’re both lying. It’s nowhere near that interesting, Clint saved me from a fire when I was a baby. That’s why his face looks like that.” You said.

Sam’s eyes flicked down to your hands but didn’t say anything about you signing as you spoke.

“So, she’s your sister but not?” Sam clarified.

“She’s my sister. Doesn’t matter how she got that way.” Clint said resolutely, making it clear it was a closed topic.

“See, I knew you loved me.” You teased Clint.

“No I don’t, I just don’t share my toys.”

“Ok, looks like we have another bird in the nest!” Sam said excitedly.

“She’s not a bird, she’s a snake.” Natasha said, glaring at you.

“Damn, that was cold even for a Russian!” You responded with a faux hurt expression.

“Vy dolzhny uskol'znut' ot malen'koy zmei.” (Slither away little snake.)

“Natasha, I still don’t speak Russian. And snakes eat spiders so...” You smirked.

“Run.”Clint warned.

Natasha narrowed her eyes at you and smirked.

“Gym in one hour. We’re playing 60 seconds.” She told you and walked away.

You winced and watched her leave.  

“What’s 60 seconds?” Sam asked Clint.

You and Natasha were both stubborn, something you had realised a long time ago. Your arguments used to be legendary and never ending until you figured out a system. It was a system most people saw as barbaric or psychotic. You and Tasha preferred to look at it as cathartic.

Sixty seconds, no holds barred. The wronged party could hurt the wrongdoer however they saw fit, no retribution. It was how you settled all grievances.

It was painful, but worth it. Honestly, it was a system that worked for you both and you were glad she was using it.

You broke out of your reverie when Clint waved a hand in front of your face.

“Look alive, Cap’s coming.” He smirked.

You brightened up considerably, you were looking forward to seeing Captain Rogers again. You spun round with a bright smile on your face as he walked into the kitchen. He held his hand out formally.

“Ma'am, welcome to The Avengers compound. I’m Steve Rogers.” He said politely.

Admittedly it had been a long time since a woman had looked so offended by his presence but the expression on your face was still painfully familiar.

“Gee, you defrost a guy and he acts like you’ve never met.” You huffed angrily, your hands flying about as your frustration came out through your gestures..

“Defrost?” Steve repeated, puzzled.

Clint sniggered and you narrowed your eyes at his shit eating grin and Steve’s confused expression.

“Nobody told him? You bastard! That was literally the coolest thing I have ever done and nobody told him? No wonder he never wrote, never called.” You whined petulantly.

“I’m not following.” Steve said with a frown.

“Me either.” Sam added from his post at the cooker.

You were reigning in the impulse to stamp your foot when Sam gasped and pointed at you with a spatula.

“Ice! He was in the ice. You didn’t?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I did. What, you think Shield find a man in Ice and don’t ask their Ice powered agent to help out?” You said sulkily.

“Wait, you defrosted me when I came out of the Ice?” Steve clarified.

“Well I had to. If you melted too quickly you could have gone into shock. I had to keep you frozen for days and do it gradually.” You told him.

He was gob smacked. Nobody had ever told him that a person had done it or that it had taken days.

“Thank you.” He said sincerely.

“You are very welcome. You however are the worst brother in the world.” You snapped at Clint.

“Brother?” Steve pressed, back to shocked.

“Adopted, I bought her off a Serbian fella years ago and couldn’t return her.” Clint said.

After breakfast Clint dragged you around the compound, pointing out important rooms. Or rooms he deemed important.

“That’s the smaller TV room but the sofa is comfier and it’s usually empty.” He informed you.

Old habits died hard and despite the fact he could hear you fine with his hearing aids in he slipped back into signing, feeling better communicating with you the old fashioned way. When you were younger you’d delighted in having your own secret way of communicating with Natasha and Clint and now you knew why he signed but it still felt more natural to talk this way.

The compound was sleek, modern and airy and very Stark. Speaking of...

“Where’s Stark? Locking down his valuables?” You asked, sniggering.

“Didn’t have the heart to tell him that wouldn’t stop you.” He smirked.

“Ok, it’s been an hour. Take me to my executioner.” You said with a solemn expression.

He chuckled and slung his arm around your shoulders, steering you towards the gym.

The Gym as it turned out was MASSIVE. At least twice the size of a football field, one side was filled with state of the art gym equipment and instead of 4 walls there were 3 wall and a row to floor to ceiling windows that overlooked an outdoor running track and obstacle course. The other half of the room was covered in training mats, clearly meant for sparring.

That was where Natasha was stood, casually waiting for you. Clint squeezed your shoulder and pushed you towards her. You took a deep breath and stepped onto the mats. You could do this, it was only a minute. You could survive it.

But Natasha Romanov was a cruel cruel woman.

Fifty one minutes later yoy hit the floor, sweat dripping down your forehead. Every muscle you had burned and even ones you didn’t know you had were screaming in protest.

Tasha, lovely kind woman that she was had informed you she was doing a physical evaluation before she cleaned the slate and used her sixty seconds.

You’d been here less than an hour and she hadn’t even touched you yet but you were already thoroughly exhausted. The Russian B...eauty was currently testing your core strength by having you use the salmon ladder.

One handed.

You’d yet to reach the top, having met the floor with force at least seven times by now. Clint was absolutely no help, as soon as Natasha had instructed you to get to work he’d perched himself on top of a balance beam and proceeded to heckle you. His laughter echoed through the room as you pushed herself up from the ground, face burning in embarrassment.

“Weren’t you in the Army the last two years?” He called down in mirth.

You flipped him off but it only made him laugh harder.

Natasha kicked your left leg and you went down ungracefully, your knee slamming into the floor.

“You’re here so I can get a better understanding of your capabilities, not to trade barbs with birdbrain over there.” Natasha told you coldly.

“Hey I resent that.” Clint called out.

Natasha turned her stare on him and he grumbled to himself and got up and wandered away to the target practice area of the room. Natasha turned back to you and you gritted your teeth against the pain and nodded, getting to your feet and picking up the metal bar you were using to pull yourself up the ladder.

“Use the left hand this time.” Natasha ordered.

You sighed and did as you were told, making the mistake of glancing towards Clint to make sure he wasn’t up to anything. You were too caught up in the panel of the wall Clint had just opened to make it onto the ladder and fell again, landing on your feet this time but barely paying attention.

There was an armoury in the wall and your eyes were lit up like a kid at Christmas. Natasha cocked her head at your reaction and smirked.

“Ok, lets test your gun knowledge out.” Natasha said.

You didn’t wait for her to finish the sentence and were already scampering toward the guns. Clint looked up at the sound of your footsteps and the corner of his mouth tugged up at the look on your face.

You weren’t looking at him, your eyes were on the weapons, more specifically on the glock 12 on the table next to him. You picked it up and with practised ease popped the magazine out and checked it before popping it back in. He and Natasha shared an amused look as you strode over to the targets, standing at the furthest point from them and steadily raised the gun in your right hand and fired off 12 shots in rapid succession. Clint let out a low whistle as he looked at all 12 targets that now had a bullet hole in the dead centre of the target.

“Nat she can shoot! Like really shoot!” He whispered excitedly.

Your aim had always been pretty good but you were no Hawkeye, however in the last two years you had given up trying to match his skill with a bow and to your surprise found that your skill lay with guns. You had only a little amount of control of your abilities and halfway decent fighting skills but you knew your way around a gun.

They were your happy place, the feel of cold heavy metal in your hand, your mind blissfully clear of anything except the target.

You switched the gun to your left hand and repeated the 12 shots, hitting the bullseye again every time. You popped a fresh clip into the gun, intending to empty that as well when something whizzed by your head and buried itself into the dead centre of a target.

You turned to look at Clint and Natasha. Natasha was looking on with a blank face but Clint was holding a bow and staring back at you and the challenge was clear. You met his eyes and raised the gun, pulling the trigger on your next exhale, keeping your gaze locked on his. You didn’t have to look to know that you had hit the target.

Clint let out a low whistle of approval but Natasha’s face remained impassive.

“Good, what time you’ll save on weapons training you can put into combat practice.” Natasha decided.

You scowled but dutifully followed the lethal task mistress back to the bars, scowling over your shoulder at a chuckling Clint.

Bucky knew there was someone new in the compound, some former thief who Steve had rushed into tell him about after breakfast. Apparently she was Barton’s younger sister and she had helped Steve when they pulled him out of the arctic. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he saw her but it wasn’t that.

He happened to look through the windows of the gym and nearly tripped over his own feet at the sight of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He was a hundred years old, he’d seen more than his share of dames but not one of them held a candle to the girl in the gym. The one with killer aim. He watched her effortlessly fire off the shots, hitting the targets with minimal effort and it was mesmerizing.

When she fired a bullet straight through Barton's arrow without looking all the blood rushed from Bucky’s head because it was without a doubt the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He had never even met the girl but right then and there he decided she was his soulmate.

“Well you are in terrible shape. I don’t know what they had you doing in the army but it wasn’t good enough. Thankfully you still have your instinct for combat and some strength. An intense training regime should have you in shape in a few week.” Natasha told you as you lay panting on the floor.

Clint wandered over and nudged you with his foot and you were too tired to stop him.

“Kill me.” You begged.

“Did that once, not doing it again.”

You frowned at his response. He was slightly upside down from this angle but that didn’t do much to hide the pain in his eyes. When Clint had helped you fake your death he hadn’t had much of a choice. Neither of you had. As much as you had missed him you suspected he missed his baby sister more. You wanted to tell him you were glad to be back with him, that you didn’t want to leave again.

“Sappy is a bad look on you.” You told him.

“Bleeding is about to be a good look on you.” He responded.

There, now he knew. Thank god for sibling short hand and reading between the lines. He pulled you to your feet and nodded at you.

“Start the clock.” Natasha instructed.

“3...2...1...GO!”

You steeled yourself as she advanced and shut your eyes like the brave woman you were. Her arms wrapped around you and you were pulled into a hug. Your eyes shot open and you shot a helplessly terrified look at you brother.

“Don’t do it again. We missed you too much.” Natasha whispered in your ear and released you.

“Tasha, I missed you so much. Every day.” You admitted, tearing up.

“Good.” She said.

And then she roundhouse kicked you in the face.

You winced and pressed an ice pack to your face as you grabbed a bowl of pasta from the buffet style spread in the kitchen. Apparently team dinners were a thing and there was one especially for you tonight. You leaned over the counter to grab a slice of cheesecake from the back of the table that looked slightly larger than the other slices. You put it next to your pasta and frowned, you could have sworn you chose pasta but there was now a sad looking plate of chicken breast and broccoli looking up at you.

“Part of getting you into shape is changing your diet.”

You whirled round to face Natasha who had an annoying smirk on her face as she plucked the cheesecake away from you.

Natasha kept her smirk as she walked away with the desert and sat at a table next to Clint, pushing an empty chair out with her foot and looking at you expectantly. You gave in and went to sit down, but not before throwing a dirty look at the offending chicken and vegetables.

“Hey Ice.” Sam greeted you as you sat down.

You just frowned grumpily at your table-mates and stabbed at her dinner. Natasha looked smug as she tucked into the cheesecake.

“What happened to your face?” Sam asked you in concern.

“60 seconds.” You, Clint and Natasha said in unison.

Sam looked terrified and rapidly changed the subject.

“Steve’s bringing Barnes down.” He said with a grimace.

“Friend of yours?” You smirked, wincing when it hurt your face.

“Arch nemesis. He’s the worst, you’ll hate him.” Sam assured you.

“Tony is coming down with Bruce. Brace yourself.” Clint told you.

“Hey, it’s not my fault his security is abysmal.” You defended yourself.

“Excuse me? Who is this stray child who has wandered into my home to eat my food and insult me?” Someone behind you demanded.

You turned around and looked at the infamous Tony Stark. He was dripping about as much ego and irritation as you expected while a timid and exhausted looking man stood behind him.

“Wow, it’s actually you!” You exclaimed, getting up and rushing past Tony to offer your hand to the one and only Bruce Banner.

“Oh hello. I’ve been told to just call you Ice. I’m Bruce banner but I guess you probably knew that.” Bruce said nervously buy politely.

“It’s an honour Dr Banner, I’m such a huge fan.” You admitted.

“Oh, you’re into science?” He asked, his eyes lighting up.

Natasha and Clint snorted behind you.

“Yes... and no. I like it, I’m just not very good at it. I think you are amazing, your brain is just so much better than mine. Like so much.” You stammered.

“Should we rescue her?” Sam whispered.

“Oh hell no, this is fun!” Tony insisted.

There was a slight chance that you were a little bit of a science nerd. Minus the nerd part. See you loved science, everything from the human brain to the stars and the fact that they were connected. It was all fascinating to you but you sadly lacked the genius gene.

“Your enthusiasm is wonderful, passion is 90% of science.” Bruce said nicely.

You noticed you were still shaking his hand and pulled away, blushing.

“No, no it’s not.” You said sadly.

He looked bad for you as you sat back down.

“I’m working on a biochemical sample from a rather fascinating species of Jellyfish at the moment. Perhaps tomorrow If you come by the lab I can show you?” He suggested and you sat up a little straighter.

“Careful Bruce, she might steal it.” Tony warned.

“Bruh, I stole an Iron Suit, big deal. That sculpture I left took me ages to make, don’t I get any credit?” You asked.

“No. None. I don’t like you.” Tony said, wagging his finger at you.

“Didn’t you end up redesigning the entire security system and making it even better?” Bruce asked him.

“Not the point Brucey, she’s a little street rat.” Tony scowled.

“I guess that makes you the magic carpet.” You pointed out and he scowled harder.

“Mr Stark I am sorry. I was young and foolish, I’ll never do it again.” You swore.

Tony’s eyes followed your hands as you signed your words, fork in hand.

“Do what again?” Steve asked before Tony could put his foot in his mouth.

You turned around to greet The Captain and promptly had the breath knocked from your lungs.

The dark haired smouldering man next to him was undoubtedly the most intimidating man you had ever seen. From the metal arm to the bulging muscles to the steely eyes and that perfect jawline. This was Bucky Barnes, The Winter Soldier. Barnes, Sams nemesis.

“I’m Sam’s friend.” You blurted out for lack of an actual coherent thought.

Steve looked between you and Sam with amusement but your eyes were still locked onto Bucky who finally looked up at you.

What little braincells you still had wandered away, skipping into the sunset and abandoning you. Bucky’s eyes were like steel traps and you were completely stuck in them. So stuck you didn’t see Steve nudge him.

“Hi.” Bucky said to you in a hoarse, raspy voice.

You may or may not have squeaked and turned your back on him. Well you definitely did but in your defence your brain cells were gone.

Bucky turned around and walked back out.

“I’m not hungry. For food, This food. I’m actually tired. I’m going to go to bed.” You announced and fled.

“What the fuck was that?” You hissed at yourself.

What indeed. There was absolutely no good reason for you to have reacted to Bucky that way.

You had been in a coma for nine days, Natasha had kicked you in the face today. You were overwhelmed emotionally. These were all actually perfectly good reasons when you thought about it.

You just needed to get some sleep, recharge and maybe, hopefully regrow some of those traitorous braincells. In the morning, you would apologise to Bucky Barnes. You would look him in the eyes, his gorgeou...

You would look somewhere in his general vicinity and apologise. Satisfied with your plan you got ready to settle into the massive luxury bed that was now yours.

Unaware that a few halls down Bucky was reprimanding himself for blowing his chances with before he even got to meet you properly. He calmed himself down by convincing himself that you were just a pretty girl with good aim, it wasn’t a huge loss if he never got to spend time with you. In the morning he would just treat you like a team mate and forgot the fleeting silly crush he’d developed.

In the morning, everything would be fine.

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So here it is, the first official chapter!! TaaaDaaaa! I really hope it was enjoyable for you guys and I would love to know what you thought, even (especially) if you didn't like it!

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[meraki-sunset]

i had the coolest dream

so i loved Spiderverse like everybody, i’ve been into boku no hero a lot and i recently watched endgame, and i think it all got mixed up

i dreamed that after endgame Fury and all the heroes wanted to create a superhero school, to raise the next generation of avengers. (it looked lkinda creepy, like a big trial)

But there were’t many spots on the school. Miles Morales and MCU Peter Parker where both the same age, and they were told there could only be one spiderman, and they chose Miles.

But Peter and Miles were good friends and where like “no”

so they made up a plan and every day one of them would go to “superhero school” and the other one to a “regular school” (they were the same heigth and were both pretty skiny so they look the same with the suit on)

They both lived in a crowded dorm room on “superhero school” Miles got an excuse to have a bunk bed on his room, every day one of them puts on the suit and goes to hero training and the other skedaddles out from a window and goes to class.

(also there was something going on about the teachers on peter’s school being replaced by robots or some shit like that. i can’t recall)

they had twice the amount of exams and were pretty exhausted all the time but it was worth it so they could both become spiderman

i woke up before knowing if they ever got caugh, but i want to thank my subconscious for creating this thing <3

[jinmukangwrites]

19?

Title: Huh, Weird.

Description: DING DING DING, GEM FOUND. I wrote this right after getting out of watching Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse in theaters! Its long, and hilarious if I say so myself. It's about Miles getting teleported into the MCU and meeting Peter there. Idk why I didn't continue this one. I should have. It's hilarious.

How I would continue: I wanted to end it quickly, like Pete and Miles do some fun stuff together and talk about eachothers world and then Miles goes home. I wanted to write something fluffy I think.

Long, I'll add a keep reading when I get to a laptop

-o-o-o-o-

It wasn't Miles's first time experiencing interdimentional travel. He's just… haven't been on this end of it. Thinking back on it, he didn't really believe Peter and Gwen when they explained how weird it was. He thought they were just being dramatic.

Nope. This was, without a doubt, the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him, and he's //Spider-Man, it's like in the job description to deal with weird.

He didn't really know how it all happened, which in retrospect could be the title of his biography, things just happened and he rolled with it. Get bit by a spider? Weird, but okay. Get spider powers? Well, now it's time to be a superhero. Accidentally zap some fat hobo wearing Spider-Man's suit into unconsciousness? Take him to his uncle's house and begin interrogation.

Find a box on the pillow of his bed? Open it up and look at what's inside.

It was a bracelet, if anyone was wondering.

It was like some weird metal bracelet that looked like it could be a futuristic version of the web shooters, but as he turned the small item in his hands, there was nowhere for the little webs to come out. It was just a metal bracelet, and Ganke, being the smart, reasonable guy-in-the-chair that he was, said—with no hesitation—"dude, try it on."

What a reckless idea. Neither of them knew where it came from or who put it on his pillow, and here he was being told to just //try it on.

He did.

Shouldn't have, but he did. That's probably the title of the sequel to his biography.

Nothing happened when he slipped it on his wrist. Miles looked up from the contraption, not really knowing what to expect, and shrugged.

"Dang," Ganke said as he slumped back into his chair, "I was hoping it would do something cool."

"I don't know," Miles said. He waved his hand in front of his face and studied the accessory, "I'm kind of glad it didn't do any-"

The bracelet suddenly lit up and some sort of screen appeared.

"Woah," Ganke whispered.

"Yeah… woah..."

Miles sat down on the lower bunk and took a closer look at the screen.

"Is it some sort of smart watch? Man, I wonder who gave it to you."

"I don't know…" Miles said. He tapped his finger and scrolled. "It doesn't have any apps… just tabs that say weird things. 67? TASM? 616? What's this all mean?"

"Don't know till we tap on one," Ganke replied helpfully.

Miles rolled his eyes and stared at all the other tabs. Superior… MCU? He shrugged, and tapped it.

Suddenly, the bracelet hummed and colors swirled around him. Miles got a brief flashback to that lab back when he first began. The colors swirled more violently and Miles realized whatever he just tapped on wasn't just any tab on a computer.

"Ganke?!" He called out in panic. The colors were wrapping around him, obscuring his vision and making his head spin. He felt a tugging sensation in his gut and everything went black.

Before it exploded.

-o-o-o-o-

So yeah, weird. Whatever MCU was, it clearly meant swirling colors and finding oneself standing in some dark, abandoned street in the city. He took a couple gasping breaths and looked down at the bracelet in shock.

//That was… weird…

The bracelet was back to a hunk of metal… there were no lights or screens. He tapped it a couple times, but nothing happened. He reached down and tried to get the bracelet off his wrist, bit it wouldn't budge. He sighed. Of course something weird like this would happen to him. Thankfully, it happened just before Miles was about to go out on "patrol". He went out every night for a few hours to stop some crime and make the city just a bit safer to live in. His dad grumbled a lot about how Spider-Man is doing the cops job and should back off, but Miles still went out. He had a reputation to live up to.

Rest in peace blond Peter Parker.

Anyway, //luckily he was just about to go out on patrol, so he was wearing his suit under his sweatpants and hoodie. His mask was stuffed into his hoodie pocket, so if the bracelet was something sinister he should be ready for it.

Something tingled the back of his neck, making him shiver. He'd come to recognize that weird third sense he had. No one really talked about it to him, but it seemed every version of Spider-People had it. It was a radar, warning system or something. Anyway, it was definitely warning something this time. It was like red flashing and giant, bold words that screamed //HIDE.

The weird sense thing hadn't let him down yet. He scrambled to the edge of the street and squeezed himself between a garbage can and a closed clothing shop. He went invisible just in case.

The sound of rockets met his ears not a second later. It came from the sky and sounded powerful. He looked up and his jaw almost dropped when he saw some sort of robot zooming through the air with a trail of fire following behind. It was flying at rapid speeds right towards Miles, it took only a couple seconds for the robot to make touch down on the street right where Miles used to be standing.

It was red and gold and super cool looking. In the middle of the robots chest was some sort of blue, glowing thing. It looked like something out of a comic book… ironically of course. Everything Miles dealt with looked from a comic book.

"Friday, are you sure this is where the signal came from?" The //robot //said. Oh man, this is the coolest thing Miles had ever seen.

No one gave any answer to the robot, but the head of the machine nodded and lifted it's arm and waved it's other around as if it was tapping on some invisible screen.

"This is off the charts… Friday, scan the area."

Miles took a deep breath and buried himself deeper into his hiding spot. He slowly reached into his pocket and dug out his mask before he quickly lowered it over his face.

"Heat reading…" the robot murmured before it began it's head around, looking for something.

It's sight locked on where Miles was.

He almost swore when the robot raised it's hand and a threatening light appeared in the palm.

"Okay, kid," the robot said, "step out or I'll make you."

Okay, robot was cool but super mean sounding. So, instead of walking out, he aimed his wrist at a nearby building and //thwipped.

Immediately, he was soaring through the air. He heard the roar of rockets behind him start up and he was almost tempted to look back and see the flying robot in action, but he had to remind himself that the flying robot was after him and wasting time to look back was not the smartest move.

Ganke would be having a field day.

It was extremely unnerving how quickly the robot caught up to him. Radio waves made his eye twitch as the words //LEFT screamed out at him. He quickly aimed left and swung in that direction just as the robot shot something through the web he used to be connected to.

The robot switched it's course and rocketed over to Miles.

"Okay, invisible kid," the robot said, shooting another projectile at the web Miles was using to swing. The //DODGE came a bit too late and he lost his momentum and support. He quickly began to fall.

//DODGE DODGE DODGE

//I know, I know, I know

"Let's end this," the robot grunted and grabbed Miles around the middle before he could shoot another web.

Miles grabbed at the robots arms and let electricity flow through his fingertips and onto his attacker.

The glowing eyes of the suit flickered a second and the grip around Miles loosened just enough for Miles to muscle his way out.

Miles was just able to shoot another web to stop his decent. He swung low and sloppily dangerously close to the road as cars sped by and honked. His arms are jerked upwards when he shot another line, but whenever he shot at broke and Miles fell.

He tumbled on the street and cars frantically tried to swerve out of the way. Horns blared and lights blinded him, screeching metal met his ears as car after care came to a frantic stop, rear ending each other and probably giving each passenger a case of whiplash.

Miles groaned and forced himself to his feet, counting his lucky stars he hadn't been hit by a car. His invisibility wore off without him concentrating on it, which made it that much easier for the robot to spot him and fly in the middle of the road, not bothered by the stopped traffic and blaring lights.

"You some Spider-Man cosplayer?" The robot said, waving it's arms dramatically, "gotta say, I love the black."

"Umm, thanks" Miles said smartly, "but, I am Spider-Man?"

Right as he said it, the weird sense gave him a shoulder touch, said //hey, and told him that no, he wasn't Spider-Man. Which didn't make sense, because he was. His eyes flickered from the robot to the city around him.

"Uh, kid, Spider-Man dresses in red and doesn't turn invisible or taser people."

Suddenly, the helmet of the robot flicked up and revealed the face of a man.

Holy crap it wasn't a robot. It was a //suit.

Ganke, once again, would have a field day.

Also, Spider-Man dressed in red? Either this guy was a bit outdated… or... He was in a other dimension?

//CORRECT

//Thanks for nothing, weird sense.

"Okay, um, sir," Miles said, backing up a bit when the man took a step forwards, "I thinks there been a misunderstanding…"

"Where'd you get the tech? Did you have anything to do with the strange readings back at our fist meeting?" The man continued. "Friday, scan him."

Miles heard a small, //"right away sir," and backed up just a bit more.

//STOP

Miles stopped and whipped his head behind him for just a moment, what he saw were a bunch of drivers and passengers climbing out of their cars, pointing phones and talking excitibly.

"Look," Miles said, "I think there's been some... Cross dimensional miss-hap. Are you a good guy or bad guy?"

"You're joking, right?"

"My guess is that since people aren't running in terror that you're a decent dude. Umm, if you just let me go, I'll be outta your hair and I'll find a way back home-"

//"Scan complete, name unknown, genetic makeup unknown, DNA comprises similar strands to Spider-Man."

"You're not going anywhere," the man growled, "the only place you're going is with me. I have questions for you."

Miles nodded, "um yeah, yeah that would be good too. Um," he turned to a random pedestrian, "is he a good guy?"

The pediatrician gave him a look like he was an idiot and nodded.

"Okay. Great."

-o-o-o-o-

Iron Man. Turned out his name was Iron Man, or really Tony Stark. He introduced himself like some hot shot and Miles could only nod like he understood how famous and glorious the name was.

He'd never heard of Tony Stark before. In his entire life.

Not that he would tell the man, because he was busy figetting under the intense stare of Tony. They were at some tower, had a giant "A" on it and looked super futuristic. Tony had brought him to one of the upper floors and commanded him to sit down on the sofa, and hence began the most comfortable but intense interrogation to ever exist.

"Mask off," Tony said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You sure you're not a bad guy? Cuz that's a no-no-"

"Kid."

"Fine." Miles reached up and pulled his mask up to rest on his head like a beanie. "Happy?"

"Yup," Tony said in a smug voice. Sharp eyes studied Miles's face and Miles couldn't help but shift uncomfortably. Being studied like that made him feel like an animal behind a cage. "Now, you mentioned cross dimensional miss-hap, care to fill me in?"

"Kay, um, I'm just going to plow through this.. so… okay, my name is Miles Morales, and I'm my universes Spider-Man. I was bit by a radioactive spider and got super powers. I inherited the title from Peter Parker just after a huge portal black hole thing opened up and then Peter B. Parker came from another universe and then Gwen Stacey came who is Spider-Woman, and then Peter Porker and another Peter Parker… and then Peni Parker… anyway we stopped the Kingpin from creating a black hole together, well, all of us except blond Peter because he kind of died… and-"

"Okay," Tony suddenly cut in, looking 100% shocked and confused. "Okay this is crazy. I must be drunk or something."

"It's the truth! Other universes exist! I've never traveled to another one myself until now, but let me tell you this is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me."

Tony looked like he was going to argue, but then a voice came from... Somewhere. "Sir, Spider-Man is requesting to be let in. He says he needs help on his suit."

"No!" Tony suddenly yelled, "Turn him away!"

"I'm afraid he's insisting…"

Suddenly, the doors to the elevator that took them up to the floor opened up. Miles held his breath, wondering who this Spider-Man would be, and was a bit shocked to see a young teenager, mask off but clad in a red suit.

"Mr Stark? I really need help with-"

The teen stopped in his tracks when he saw Miles and they stared at each other for a few seconds, twitching and senses going haywire.

"You're like me…" they said at the same time.

-o-o-o-o-

"This is insane," Mr Stark said as he paced the room. Peter shifted akwardly in his seat and glanced at the kid next to him on the sofa. Mr Stark continued to pace and mumble to himself as Peter scooted a bit closer and leaned his head towards the kid.

"So you're from another universe?" Peter whispered.

"Yeah. Weird right?"

"Totally weird."

"Names Miles Morales, you?"

"Peter Parker."

Miles looked surprised. "Really? You don't look like a Peter Parker. I've met..." he stopped to count on his fingers, "three Peter Parker's and they're all in their twenties. One does have the same hair as you, but another is blonde… and I don't know what the other one looks like cuz he never actually took off his mask."

"That's weird, I've only met none Miles Morales so far."

Miles wiggled his eyebrows, "I'm one of a kind."

"Are you two talking!?" Mr Stark suddenly asked, both Spider-Men snapped their jaws shut and looked at him. "Seriously. Right now. Talking?"

"Sorry, Mr Stark."

Mr Stark sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "Just when I thought things couldn't get weirder…"

"There's no limit to weird when you're Spider-Man," Miles chimed in. Mr Stark glared at him.

-o-o-o-o-

After a long talk and a lot of confusing explanations from Miles's end, it was decided the main priority would be to try to figure out how the bracelet thing Miles was wearing worked and send him home. Till then, Miles was going to stay at the tower, under close watch from Mr Stark.

Peter called May and did his best to explain what was going on (she made a lot of confused noises so Peter was sure he was doing a horrible job at it) and asked her if he could stay the night. The next day was Saturday and it wasn't like Peter had that many plans. She said yes, but Peter suspected it was mostly because she was tired of listening to him fail at explaining.

Mr Stark had Miles's hand placed on one of the tables in the lab as he carefully poked and prodded the bracelet. Miles sat in a stool with his other hand holding I'll his head and wearing a bored expression. Peter sat at a different stool a bit away from the work area, tinkering with his web shooters.

His shooters broke in the middle of fighting some gang members in Queens, and Karen kept automatically going to instant kill mode (hense why Peter went to the tower). He decided while Mr Stark tried to figure out the bracelet, he would at least fix what he can.

It was akwardly quiet in the lab and Peter couldn't be more relieved when Miles spoke up. "You made those yourself?" He asked suddenly.

Letter looked up from his shooters and at the other Spider-Man. "Uh, yeah. Mr Stark helped me with this versions, but the original design is mine."

"That's dope, man," Miles said, grinning. He lifted his free hand and showed off his own web shooters. "Aunt May- I mean May Parker... She's not my aunt… more like my cool grandma- anyway, she made mine."

Even Mr Stark looked surprised by that information. "You know aunt hottie?"

"Um… I wouldn't call her hot. She's kind of ancient, man. She basically took me in when I became Spider-Man. Helped me with my suit and gave me web shooters. I guess you could say she's my Tony Stark."

"Wow."

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When Friday announced that it was four in the morning—startling Miles from his nap in the process, clearly not used to the life of a vigilante yet—Mr Stark finally called it quits. He threw down the screwdriver he was holding and leaned back into his chair with a groan. "It's useless. I can't figure it out."

Peter watched as Miles gave his wrist a worried look before he rubbed his eyes. "Now what?"

Mr Stark shrugged. "Not sure. Whatever you're wearing is way beyond 2018, kid."

Miles bit his lip. "Is there... any way you can check my DNA or something? For dying particles or something like that?"

Mr Stark lifted an eyebrow. "What for?"

"Just, when the other Spider-People came to my dimension, their particles didn't agree with my universe and they began to… slowly glitch to death."

"That doesn't sound fun," Peter said.

Mr Stark stared at Miles for a few moments before he sighed. "Yeah, that shouldn't take too long."

And it didn't. All Mr Stark had to do was take a DNA swab and ask Friday to examine it. She announced it would only take a couple minutes, so Peter blurted what had been on his mind for the most part of his encounter with Miles.

"What are the other Spider-People like?"

Miles launched into an excited explanation of each of the alternate versions of Spider-Man. He smiled a lot when he talked about "fat, hobo, Peter" and gained a dreamy look when the name Gwen Stacy left his lips. He was in the middle of talking about Peter Porker when

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Febuwhump Day 12: amputated

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back at it with the less-than-direct interpretations. also i completely and entirely ignored the canon timeline of cacw because i. don’t care.

Tony Stark has been his hero for as long as he can remember.

Ever since the day Iron Man saved him at the Stark Expo when he was a kid, he’s regarded Tony Stark as the coolest person on the planet. And maybe he’s putting him on a bit of a pedestal, but it’s Tony Stark. Easily one of the smartest people on the planet. He built a tech empire after attending MIT at fifteen, he has amazing suits, and Peter really respects him. From a distance.

Until the superhero showed up in Peter’s own living room, flew him to Germany, gave him an upgraded suit, and told him to web up select member of the Avengers.

(The Avengers. Who apparently fell apart.

Peter doesn’t really know what happened, but he trusts Mr. Stark.)

Peter’s down for the count fairly quickly - he fought Captain America. And lost, rather miserably, but that’s beside the point. He tries to rejoin the fight, the desire to prove himself to Tony and the rest of the Avengers (disbanded or not) heavy in his chest, but he practically collapses in the process, ribs aching and head throbbing. He doesn’t really believe it when Tony says it’s okay for him to stay down, but who is he to argue with Iron Man?

Minutes later, there’s a noise like a laser blast, followed shortly after with an unbelievably loud crash.

Peter jerks upright, automatically searching for the source despite the fact that it was clearly pretty far away from him. His ribs immediately whine in protest and he can’t see anything important anyway, so he stays down like Tony told him to.

The fighting has stopped, he thinks.

Something is wrong.

Well, something was already wrong - his spider-sense hasn’t come off of high alert since he arrived at this airport - but something must be really wrong now.

Is someone dead? God, Peter hopes no one is dead. He can’t be involved in a fight where someone died, he can’t have someone kick it on his first Avengers mission.

Probably his only Avengers mission, seeing as the Avengers are currently brawling in an airport and he’s barely even fifteen.

Oh, well. He did pretty okay for his first and only mission.

No one’s dead, but it was a close thing.

War Machine  - James Rhodes, also a legend in Peter’s book - goes into surgery as soon as the battle really ends. Peter doesn’t hear much about how he was hurt or how bad it is, but he sees the look on Tony’s face as Colonel Rhodes is wheeled away and knows it’s bad.

The fact that he has no idea what he’s meant to do now isn’t the reason that he goes looking for Tony after he walks stiffly out of the hospital wing, but it’s what keeps him from talking himself out of it. Tony probably doesn’t want to deal with anyone right now, what with his best friend being in surgery and all, but Peter knows how shitty it is to be alone after things like this.

He’s been where he’s sure Tony is now - scared and angry and hurting and blaming himself for something that wasn’t really his fault. Peter might not know Tony that well, but he doesn’t want anyone to go through this alone.

Wandering blindly around a foreign hospital is not exactly Peter’s idea of a good time, but luckily, he finds Tony fairly quickly. Luckily, the man didn’t get very far before he sat down on the tiled floor, back against the wall and face buried in his knees.

Careful to be just loud enough to announce his presence but avoid startling him, Peter walks slowly over to Tony, giving him plenty of time to tell Peter to go away. When Tony doesn’t even acknowledge him, Peter slides down the wall across from him, leaving a good foot and a half of space between them.

Peter doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t really know what to say. Almost didn’t expect to even get this far.

So he just sits. Sits and breathes and waits to see if Tony will accept the silent offer for company.

A solid twenty minutes pass. Peter tries his best to sit still, but he’s antsy by the ten minute mark. By fifteen, he’s taken to drumming his fingers against his thigh in an offbeat rhythm, and by twenty, he’s tapping his foot against the floor, muffled slightly by the suit he has yet to take off.

Eventually, Tony looks up at him.

It takes longer than he’s willing to admit to get past his surprise and school his expression into what he hopes is an open, sympathetic smile, because Tony Stark looks wrecked.

There’s a pallor to his skin that makes the bag under his eyes even more prominent. His hair is disheveled, as if he’s been running frantic hands through it. And his eyes are bordering on empty in the same way that Peter’s sure his own were after Uncle Ben.

Life, Peter thinks, is split into a series of Befores and Afters.

Before and After his parents died. Before and After Uncle Ben died. Before and After he became Spider-Man.

And now, for Tony, Before and After his best friend was shot out of the sky.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y was saying he’ll probably have to have his legs amputated,” Tony says, gaze focused on a spot just above Peter’s right shoulder. He doesn’t move as he speaks, seemingly frozen in place. “The damage to his spine was so bad that he might never walk again, even with prosthetics.”

Jesus.

“I’m sorry,” Peter says quietly. Then remembers how much he hated having people tell him how sorry they were after Ben died and hates himself for not having something better to offer.

Tony scoffs, shakes his head. “What are you apologizing for, kid? You’re not the one who shot him.”

Now, this, Peter recognizes. The guilt.

Tony’s not blaming the person who actually did shoot Colonel Rhodes, whoever that may have been. He’s blaming himself, likely for bringing War Machine into the fight to begin with, despite the fact that the Colonel is very much an adult and very much in charge of his own decisions.

Peter lets out a soft exhale and stares are Tony’s shoes. “You’re not, either.”

He’s definitely not. Even if Peter doesn’t know who it was, he knows it wasn’t Tony, even on accident. Peter knows guilt and he knows misplaced guilt; he’s gotten pretty good at telling the difference.

“Might as well be. I built Vision. I dragged Rhodey into this whole mess. Directly, indirectly, whatever you wanna say, he’s in that hospital room because of me. He might never walk again because of me.”

Vision. An added layer.

“You were just…doing what you thought was right.” Peter leans forward, elbows on his knees. Tony opens his mouth to interrupt, but Peter barrels on. “And Mr. Rhodes was with you on it because he agreed with you, not because - because you somehow forced a 40-year-old ex-Air Force officer to fight with you.”

His words don’t have much effect. Peter’s not sure Tony’s even fully listening to him.

Peter just hopes the message is in his head somewhere, ready to be dug up when Tony’s ready to accept it. It took Peter a while, though, and he gets the feeling that Tony’s guilt complex is at the very least on par with his own.

They sit in silence for another two minutes or so, and all Peter can think about his how small the man sitting in front of him looks.

Just when Peter’s starting to think the conversation is over and he should see his way out, Tony says, “I’m gonna fix it.”

Peter furrows his brow. Starts to ask what he means, but doesn’t get the chance.

“I’ll fix it. F.R.I.D.A.Y. only said that he might not walk again, and she didn’t take into account the fact that I can figure out how to make a better prosthetic than anything the doctors have now.” Tony nods distantly, and there’s a spark, finally, of…something, in his eyes. Hope, perhaps. Or maybe just desperation. “I can fix it.”

Then, almost in a whisper, “I have to fix it.”

And Peter is struck with the thought that Iron Man, that Peter’s hero, is so completely, unequivocally human.

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Moon Knight: The History of Marvel's Next TV Star

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Moon Knight is joining the MCU with a TV series on Disney+. To say Marc Spector has a complicated history would be an understatement.

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Since Moon Knight was created by Doug Moench and Don Perlin in 1975’s Werewolf by Night #32, the Fist of Khonshu has been a fixture of the Marvel Universe. Through it all, Marc Spector has swapped identities, costumes, and supporting casts. But the one motif that has stayed constant with Moon Knight is the very thing that sets him apart from Batman and other caped avengers: he suffers from severe mental health issues but still fights for justice and it has made the character unique in Marvel’s pantheon. There have been a number of talented creators that tried to find the key to Moon Knight’s publishing success, but few have ever really managed to bring Moon Knight to mainstream success. 

That's all likely to change with the announcement that Moon Knight is joining the MCU with a TV series coming to Disney+. Here's a look at the character's history and long journey to the screen... 

The Early Days

Marc Spector was first introduced as a foil to Marvel’s Werewolf by Night. Moon Knight’s unique look made him popular with fans so Marvel gave the vigilante his own try out in the pages of Marvel Spotlight. To help distinguish the character from Batman, Doug Moench and Don Perlin tried to put some more distance between Marc Spector and Bruce Wayne. Yes, Moon Knight had the European man Friday in his right hand man Frenchie, the palatial mansion, the billions, the women, and the gadgets, but he also had a very different method of fighting crime. These early stories not only gave readers their first glimpse into the man behind the cowl, they revealed that Spector would also operate as a cab driver named Jake Lockley in order to get closer to the criminal elements Moon Knight was sworn to stop. Spector also masqueraded as Steven Grant, millionaire playboy. This playing with identities would become a Moon Knight staple as Spector would bounce around between the three, trying to find a balance and meaning through any of them. Soon, Frenchie would be fleshed out to much more than an Alfred clone and Moon Knight’s constant love, Marlene Alraune, would be introduced to give the hero a diverse cast of players for the dramas ahead.

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After Marvel Spotlight, Moon Knight popped around the Marvel Universe before settling into a solo feature in the back of Hulk! Magazine and his own black-and-white one shot feature in Marvel Preview. These issues’ claim to fame is the absolutely stunning art by some of the industry’s finest talents. The magazine appearances began the long association between Moon Knight and Bill Sienkiewicz, the artist that would visually inform the character for a long time to come.

The First Solo Series

The first Moon Knight solo series finally revealed Marc Spector's origin, further removing the character from accusations that the silver caped warrior was simply a Batman clone. The monthly revealed Spector’s background as a soldier of fortune in Egypt who was left to die at the hands of his brutal enemy, the Bushman. The god Khonshu promised to bring Spector back to life if the soldier would become an avatar of vengeance in Khonshu’s name. Spector agreed and, wrapped in Khonshu’s silver raiment, eventually found and defeated Bushman in single combat. The series also revealed that Spector was the son of a Rabbi, so now fans had a pagan god blessing the son of a Jewish holy man with magical life to serve as a sort of golem against crime. 

This series was a celebration of comic’s sheer insanity, a chaotic melding of concepts and worlds, mythological gods combined with real world religious dogma to create a hero like no other. At this point, Bill Sienkiewicz came into his own as an artist as the book built up some critical cache. Many of the adversaries in the book, such as Cyclone, Conquer Lord, Randall, the Hatchet Man, Midnight Man, and the Committee failed to become anything more than one-off antagonists, although the book did introduce Stained Glass Scarlet, a femme fatale that should have, could have, would have become Moon Knight’s Elektra. The historical importance of the title was the mood and tones that Moench, Sienkiewicz, and company set, a more mature and brooding book that targeted the adult comic buyers of the newly minted direct market.

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Moon Knight’s second, short lived title abandoned the multiple identity angle and instead, had the wealthy Marc Spector travel the world opening art galleries. While a roaming artistic vigilante does have a certain daring and originality, it wasn't the direction fans seemed to want. The new series also saw alterations to Moon Knight's perfectly designed costume adding busy visual elements such as gold braces, a belt, and a gigantic ankh.

Moon Knight soon popped up in the pages of the West Coast Avengers where the usually solo vigilante joined the team. Sadly, this alliance was marred by the fact that for most of his run with the team, Spector was possessed by the Spirit of Khonshu. This moment created a rift between Moon Knight and the Avengers and also defined the character of Khonshu for years to come. He was no longer a magnanimous god, but a cruel puppet master that saw Spector as a hapless servant. This violation further fractured Spector’s delicate psyche. Strangely, it was revealed that Khonshu possessed Spector because it was the god who wanted to join the team, not the hero.

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Marc Spector: Moon Knight

Moon Knight’s longest series, Marc Spector: Moon Knight ran for five years with some amazing stores by writers like Chuck Dixon and J.M, DeMatteis that saw the urban hero interact with the rest of the Marvel Universe like never before. The book returned Spector to his vigilante roots, with a healthy dose of the street level mysticism that made him famous in the early 80s. The series saw the return of Bushman along with the introduction of a teen sidekick Midnight (probably not the best move for a character that was always being compared to Batman). The book fleshed out Spector, Frenchie, Marlene, and even Khonshu who was revealed to be a god of justice, not vengeance.

Dixon and DeMatteis penned some of the best stories to ever grace a Moon Knight comic. Sadly, the excesses of the '90s was soon to trump solid storytelling as the book was shoehorned into a number of crossovers like Acts of Vengeance and Infinity War (not that one), while countless guest-stars almost pushed Moon Knight out of his own feature. Oddly enough, it was at this time that Moon Knight would also experience its greatest sales success when newcomer Stephen Platt took over the art chores. The story was forgettable at best, but Platt’s anatomy bending style fit so perfectly into the Image generation of comics, that Moon Knight became one of the hottest titles on the market for a brief time. With Platt’s final issue, the series that started off as one of Marvel’s coolest titles devolved into a crossover laden guest-star fest that killed off Marc Spector. At this point, death was old hat for Moon Knight who would not stay in the cold grave for long.

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Like all good mainstream superheroes, Moon Knight had to be resurrected at least once, and when he was it was by returning creator Doug Moench who brought the wonderful strangeness back to the character in two late '90 mini-series. Resurrection War and High Strangers were a return to Moon Knight’s roots, jettisoning the baggage of the '90s of sidekicks, adamantium suits, and guest star clutter, these stories were a breath of fresh air for fans wanting to get back to the pure and unapologetic weirdness that defined Moon Knight in the early days of the character.

The Bottom

The 2006 relaunch saw Marvel put a major marketing push behind the arrival of popular novelist Charlie Huston and mega-star penciller David Finch. Marvel seemed to be determined this time to force Moon Knight to work as more than just a periphery character, and boy, was it violent. While the book brought in many elements from the modern Marvel Universe it at times delved so much into gore and violence that it bordered on parody. Moon Knight had always been an edgy character, but in the first issue, he defeats a returned Bushman by carving his face off with one of his crescent moon darts. An increasingly broken and unstable Spector began to view the removed visage as a spiritual guide which he believed contained the spirit of Khonshu. So yes, Moon Knight carried around a hunk of rotting skin that he thought was a god. Makes the four personality thing seems like a Norman Rockwell painting, huh?

The series examined Moon Knight’s role as the most unstable member of Marvel’s pantheon of heroes and often brought in other Marvel heroes with the sole purpose of telling him he was batshit. Most importantly to Moon Knight history, the book retconned Marc Spector into a Gulf War soldier.

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Vengeance

Vengeance of the Moon Knight saw the vigilante try to make amends for the face-ripping carnage of the previous series by swearing to stop killing his foes. The series returns the multiple personality shtick to the forefront as Moon Knight abandons his other civilian identities in favor of Jack Lockley. This is probably the most Marvel-centric of the many Moon Knight titles as almost every issue sees the hero team with a modern popular Marvel character. With guest spots from Deadpool, Spider-Man, and others, the series’ aim seemed to be to return Moon Knight to his original motivations while embedding him firmly in the contemporary Marvel Universe. The book’s main villain was Norman Osborn which went a long way to give the book a more mainstream Marvel feel.

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Shadowland

The Jake Lockley experiment didn't last long, as Moon Knight adopts the Spector personal once again to defeat the new villain, the Shadow Knight, who was revealed to be Mark Spector’s brother. Shadowland was a Daredevil driven event featuring Marvel’s street heroes, and the inclusion of Moon Knight solidified the character as a major player in the grittier street side of the Marvel Universe.

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The Big Push

No matter how hard Marvel had tried, Moon Knight had never been accepted as mainstream. So in 2011, the company took its biggest talent and allowed them to try to up Moon Knight’s cache in the eyes of many fans who dismissed him as a b-lister. Brian Michael Bendis and Alex Maleev were as high a profile creative team as one could imagine. The book acted as a prelude to major events in the Marvel Universe (such as Age of Ultron) and had a different and twistedly commercial take on the multiple personality motifs. Gone were Lockley and Grant, instead, Spector had developed a new group of multiple personalities, notably taking on the identities of Spider-Man, Captain America, and Wolverine...men he fought beside and admired. This new wrinkle was just what the doctor ordered for a fresh batch of Moon Knight adventures as the book gave off the vibe that the hero was a truly disturbed, but well-meaning and heroic, individual.

The series also saw Spector become a Hollywood television executive, a perfect profession for a man who had such a delicate hold on sanity. When Echo, the book's romantic lead, is killed, Moon Knight’s Wolverine persona becomes dominant and "slaughters" the Cap and Spidey personas. The book only lasted about a year, though.

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Mister Knight

Listen, if you want to put a fresh, vibrant, and probably disturbing spin on a super hero, call Warren Ellis. In 2014, Ellis and artist Declan Shalvey leaned into the pulp noir of it all to create one of the darkest twists on Moon Knight yet. This series introduced a new personality for Marc Spector: the white suit-and-tie clad Mister Knight. As Mister Knight, Spector works with the New York City police to take down thugs, gangsters, and scumbags. But as Moon Knight, Spector battles the supernatural with high tech weapons. In this series, Ellis was able to balance the werewolf fighter of yore with the street level crime buster elements. Great creators followed Ellis and Shalvey on this volume of Moon Knight making it one of the most well received Moon Knight series in the character’s rich history. Don’t be shocked if Marvel Studios pulls from this dark gem for the upcoming Disney + series. 

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Lunatic

Jeff Lemire and Greg Smallwood managed to take Marc Spector on his most insane journey yet. Marc Spector wakes up in a mental institution and learns that his entire life as Moon Knight has been a hallucination. All the Moon Knight supporting characters are residents of the institution and Spector must find the truth of his identity so he can finally leave. Lemire leads Moon Knight and readers on a fevered quest through the darkest corners of Spector’s mind in this wacked out volume. Hey, you ever notice that writers really, really bring the sick and twisted when it comes to Moon Knight? One really wonders how far the Disney + series will go, because you know, Disney +. 

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Legacy

In this series, Moon Knight villains Bushman and Sun King team up to kill Moon Knight. They discover that the Jake Lockley persona of Moon Knight has a child with Moonie’s longtime lover Marlene. This shocks all the other Spector personas as Moon Knight must come to terms with his place as the avatar of Khonshu in order to defeat his enemies and find peace. This series just underscores the fact that Moon Knight is many things: a street level hero, a weapon of the gods, a warrior, a soldier, and a hero.

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Moon Knight is probably Marvel’s most complex hero, and we can’t wait to see him come to life in the MCU. 

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MCU 20 Questions

Tagged by @carynsilver to do this one. :-)

Do I need to tag somebody? Hmmm. How about you, @feiolinydd?

1. Favorite solo film? Tough one. Iron Man is iconic. Black Panther is important. Guardians of the Galaxy is just fun. But I think in the end I have to go with Thor: Ragnarok. Taika Waititi is the only director to ever really understand how to use Thor, and it shows. This movie was so good that Marvel broke it’s unofficial “3 and out” rule for solo movies and decided to go for 4.

2. Favorite team-up film? The Avengers. I gotta go with the original team-up here. I watched it 3 times in the theater (which is a lot for me), and I spent months afterwards reading tons of fanfic where Tony built all of the Avengers their own floors in his tower in NYC, and they all lived together as one endearingly dysfunctional family with JARVIS doing his best to keep everyone in line. Good times, good times.

3. Favorite female character? Pepper Potts. I’ve read a ton of Stony fic, not to mention my recent WinterIron obsession, and one thing always remains true. THOU SHALT NOT DEMONIZE PEPPER POTTS JUST TO MAKE YOUR SHIP HAPPEN. It’s like fandom has just collectively agreed that she is made of awesome and must be treated as such. And fandom is 100% right. She is the best. <3

4. Favorite male character? Tony Stark, of course. I love him 3000. <3 <3 <3

5. Best canon ship? Tony/Pepper, obviously. Despite my forays into other Tony pairings, I still adore Pepperony and think they are the bees knees.

6. Best non-canon ship? My answer used to be Stony, but CW, IW, and Endgame have soured Steve for me a lot. And yet I have a new and unexpected Bucky Barnes fascination, so I guess maybe WinterIron? Or ooooooh... am I allowed to answer with Marvel Netflix pairings? Because I had an intense Matt/Foggy period after Daredevil S1 ended...

7. Favorite actor? RDJ (see #4)

8. Favorite actress? Gwyneth Paltrow (see #3)

9. Favorite director? Taika Waititi (see #1)

10. What was the first MCU movie you ever watched? Iron Man. In the theater on opening weekend way back at the beginning of it all.

11. Which MCU movie have you watched the most? Not sure. It’s gotta be either Iron Man, The Avengers, Guardians of the Galaxy, or Thor: Ragnarok. But I honestly couldn’t say for sure which one.

12. Favorite super-suit? Iron Man’s suit is the coolest, hands down.

13. Favorite weapon? Steve’s shield is just iconic. I even have it on a t-shirt. (Which I still wear even though I’m pissed at Steve, so that’s saying something.)

14. Favorite origin story? Iron Man by a clear mile.

15. Favorite villain? Loki is my favorite hot mess of a trickster god. There really is no other choice here. The MCU has never made any other villain as compelling as Loki. Even Thanos, who they promised to make so compelling and three dimensional, fell flat for me. (He was just a giant-sized California Raisin with delusions of grandeur.) Meanwhile, Loki was so well done that they eventually had to work him around to anti-hero/reluctant good guy status because everyone loved him so much and wanted more of him.

16. Favorite fight sequence? The Winter Solider highway fight is epic.

17. Favorite line from any of the films? ”Sometimes you gotta run before you can walk.” -Tony Stark

18. Favorite scene from any of the films? Peter Quill’s “dance-off” against Ronan the Accuser never fails to crack me up.

19. If you could pick an Infinity Stone to keep, which would you choose? The Tesseract/Space Stone so I could teleport anywhere I wanted to go instantaneously.

20. Which Disney Plus MCU series are you most looking forward to? Loki (see #15)