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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch37: Fourteen Million, Six Hundred And Five Part 2- I Just Feel You

Intro: Our heroes fast begin to realise that this was one fight that they just couldn’t win…and despite their best efforts, disaster strikes.

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: So I HAD to write Thor and Tony’s POV over the IW chaptres too, because, frankly, they had some of THE best scenes in Infinity War, and I love that freaking Norse God Himbo and chaotic Stark chemistry so bad! I know this is Katie and Steve’s fic, but Steve had so little screen time in this film all things considered…we were so robbed!!! And I filled this full of gifs coz...ya know...

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 37 Part 1

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Katie had no idea how many of the dog like animals she shot, or how long they had been at it. As she glanced around, she spotted Steve was locked in combat with four of them, smashing into them with his shields, his face contorted in anger and concentration. She shot a ray taking down a few to try and give him a reprieve, but even more appeared and then something collided with her, taking her down to the ground with a crash. As she went to get up she was suddenly swamped. FRIDAY automatically yelled out a warning and engaged the shield which kept the most of them from gnashing at her with their ridiculously long teeth, but the sheer volume was preventing Katie from getting up. In desperation, she shot her thrusters and managed to take another few out, but the weight of them on top of her meant she merely moved herself backwards along the ground, she could get no height at all.

“There’s too many of them.” Bruce yelled into the coms echoing what everyone was already feeling. Steve was now that surrounded he could do nothing but shield his face and lash out with his legs.

Katie shot again at the ones on top of her, but it was no good. “FRIDAY…we got anything in this arsenal?” She yelled desperately.

A yell came from Bruce just as the AI answered. “I can super charge the cannon… but it will leave your weapons at fifty percent capacity.”

Before Katie could respond, there was another loud whoosh and blast but this one was different and oddly familiar. Through the minute gaps between the mass of animals on top of her, Katie could just make out a huge flash of flowing light, which was punctuated by a bright spectrum of colour, and then the animals that had been on top of Katie were gone as something flew around, knocking them down, leaving them dead on the ground, their bodies writhing under strands of blue electricity.

Katie lay still for a moment, her chest heaving before she sat up, her helmet sliding away as she looked round with a huge smile, because she knew there was only one possible person who could do such a thing.

At the same moment, Steve found himself free and he too sat up, just in time to hear Banner laughing.

“Oh, you guys are so screwed now!”

And then the Captain heard Katie’s loud exclamation of glee as she flew into the air at the same time the weapon, a huge axe, flew back to its owner. The beam of light in the middle of the field dissipated to reveal Thor, and rather randomly a Raccoon with a gun, and a tree creature standing by his side.

Katie landed softly beside Steve and she pulled him to his feet, her eyes shining with emotion before the pair of them spun to watch as Thor took one glance around the battlefield steely determination in his eyes, turning his focus to where two of Thanos’ warriors were.

“Bring me Thanos!” He demanded as he ran forward, slamming his axe against one of the nearest creatures, sending it flying away.

Katie looked at Steve again, both of them sharing as somewhat more hopeful glance, before they turned their attention back to the fight.

*****

But unbeknown to Thor, Thanos was on Titan, grappling with Tony, Parker, Strange and the other members of the Guardians.

He was huge, and even without the stones, Tony had a feeling he would have been impossible to beat. Nevertheless, they had banded together, putting the plan into action, and had gained another ally in a blue woman. He had no idea who she was, but the Guardians seemed to, and she was on their side so Tony didn’t question it. They needed all the help they could get. .

Finally, Dr Strange opened a portal, dropping Mantis down onto Thanos’ shoulders. She grasped his head with her hands and focussed her telepathic energy through her fingers, the tips of her antennae lighting up.

“Is he under?” Tony asked, pulling on the bonds he had Thanos’ arm in “Don’t let up.” “Be quick!” Mantis wailed. “He is very strong.”

“Parker, help! Get over here” Tony grabbed hold of the gauntlet and Peter moved to help him. “She can’t hold him much longer. Let’s go.”

Quill landed in front of Thanos, grinning as he began to taunt the Titan. “I thought you’d be harder to catch. For the record, this was my plan. Not so strong now, huh? Where is Gamora?”

“My… Gamora…” Thanos grit out, groaning as Mantis kept him under control

“Oh, bullshit.” Quill shook his head “Where is she?”

Mantis gave another small cry. “He is in anguish.”

“Good.” Quill glared at him whilst Tony and Peter were still wrestling with the gauntlet.

“He… he… mourns.” Her voice was shrill and louder this time.

“What does this monster have to mourn?” Drax ground out through his teeth, his voice strained with the effort of keeping hold of Thanos’ other arm.

It was the blue woman who answered, her eyes shining with tears. “Gamora”.

”What?” Quill looked at her and Tony glanced up, a cold feeling spreading across his stomach.

“He took her to Vormir.” She whispered, horror flooding her face. “He came back with the Soul Stone, but she didn’t.”

Tony grasped the danger of the situation and immediately slid back his helmet and looked at Quill. “Okay, Quill, you gotta cool it right now, you understand?

But the man wasn’t listening. He turned slowly to Thanos, so Tony tried again, shouting his plea desperately. “Don’t, don’t, don’t engage, we’ve almost got this off!”

“Tell me she’s lying.” Quill shook his head before his voice became enraged “ASSHOLE! Tell me you didn’t do it!”

“I… had… to.” Thanos replied.

.“No, you didn’t.” Quill spoke gently, his eyes filling with tears. “No, you didn't…”

Tony watched as the man continued to rage, and then, before they could do anything he drew his hand back and pistol-whipped Thanos twice in the face, causing Mantis to let go. “NO, YOU DIDN’T!”

“Quill!! Tony gave a yell as he leaped for the man’s arm, his helmet forming back around his head, but by doing so he left Parker alone to keep pulling the gauntlet. As Tony tried to calm quill down he was vaguely aware that Peter was shouting about the fact he had the gauntlet, but as Tony turned he saw Thanos snap out of his trance. He head-butted Mantis, before grabbing the edge of the gauntlet and throwing the woman off his shoulders.

They’d come so close, but their plan hadn’t worked. And now the fight was back on.

*****

Bucky had heard tales about Thor from both Steve and Katie, but seeing the god in person and his power was like nothing he could have possibly imagined. Not least because he seemed to have brought a walking, talking tree and raccoon with him.

A racoon that was now stood shooting a gun into the crowd of creatures.

“Come get some space dogs!” The animal fired his weapon and Bucky, who was a few feet behind him, spotted one of the dog things leaping at him. He grabbed the animal by the scruff of his jacket and held him at arm’s length, spinning around, firing his own M-249 at the same time.

“Come on, get some, get some, GET SOME!” The racoon yelled, before they were clear and Bucky dropped him. He looked up at Bucky with an impressed gleam in his eyes.

Fuck, an impressed raccoon? Jesus Christ, Steve dragged him into the strangest shit at times.

“How much for the gun?” The racoon asked as Bucky fired off another burst of rapid fire.

“Not for sale.” Bucky replied simply.

“Okay, how much for the arm?”

The animal wanted his arm.

Bucky had no words, he just gave him a look and, as he walked off, he heard the racoon mumble.“Oh, I’ll get that arm.” and despite himself, Bucky gave a little snort as he jogged to where he was needed.

At the same time, elsewhere on the field, Steve and Katie were fighting in tandem. Steve slammed a shield into another two creatures as they leapt at them both whilst Katie jumped into the air, shooting and taking down another four. Just as the next group was about to hit them, another shockwave rocked the field, destroying the pack which was running towards them. Katie looked down to Thor who was stood a few feet away and she landed gently between him and Steve.

“New haircut?” Steve asked, his voice slightly winded as Katie retracted her helmet.

“I notice you’ve copied my beard.” Thor shot back, grabbing at his chin with his hand. Steve nodded, and gestured to his face with one of his shields, still catching his breath.

At that point he looked past Thor to see the tree creature at his other side extending a branch or arm and impaling three creatures on it, lifting them into the air. Something that should have shocked Steve, but he wasn’t sure if anything could shock him anymore.

“Oh, by the way, this is a friend of mine, Tree.” Thor gestured to the creature.

“I am Groot!” The tree yelled, slamming the creatures to the floor.

Katie looked at Steve who was breathing hard from the exertion of battle. But still, ever the gentleman, he introduced himself politely to the tree-boy in return placing a hand to his chest.

“I am Steve Rogers.” He paused looking around the battlefield seeing that, at least for a moment, they were in a respite with the Wakandan warriors handling the Outriders surrounding them. Katie observed Thor for another second before he grinned at her and she threw herself at him.

“Man am I glad to see you, I thought…” She stumbled over her words as Thor chuckled.

“I’m fine.” He smiled, reaching out to wrap an arm round her metal cased back and return her embrace, lifting her slightly off the floor as he did so.

“But Banner, he said your ship…and Loki…”

“I’m the God of Thunder.” He shrugged slightly as if that explained everything, and then he sent his axe flying once more and set Katie down, as a pack began to surround the three. Katie reengaged her helmet and they continued fighting.

“What happened to your hammer?” Steve asked as the three of them circled, before he took another creature down with a blow to the head.

“My sister.” Thor grunted, throwing his axe again.

“You have a sister?” Katie frowned, shooting another creature with a beam.

“Had. She’s dead. I killed her. Well, a big fire demon did.” Thor caught his axe before swinging it straight into the head of one who had jumped at him “I thought Banner might have told you?”

“He mentioned it yeah, but to be honest we’ve kinda been a bit busy.” Katie’s teeth grit together as she off-loaded a shot from her shoulder gun to a creature which hit it straight between the eyes. It slumped to the floor but at the same time the ground began to shake.

“That’s errr…that’s not me.” Thor shook his head as Steve looked at him. The three of them turned to watch as the trees outside the barrier began falling being crushed by whatever was coming, then the dirt underneath the inside of the barrier moved like a wave and from it mechanical wheels like chainsaws sprung up.

“Fall back!” T'Challa’s loud voice sounded in their ears as the wheels separated, “Fall back now!”

“GO!” Steve yelled, looking at Katie and she shot up into the air. As she flew over the field she looked down and saw the wheels split all going in different directions taking out the creatures and Wakandan warriors alike with ease. The machines didn’t seem to have any particular form of control or direction, just mowing down anyone in its path. She looked up as Sam and Rhodey joined her on either side.

“FRIDAY scan this thing for weaknesses…” Katie instructed. “The axle.” FRIDAY said, focussing in on it on the heads up display “You need to take it out.” “Go for the axle guys!” Katie swooped down. “Same time…” “Focus all fire on the left flank” Rhodey ordered as they began to shoot their various weapons.

“I’m doing it,” Sam replied firing his guns where he was instructed but it was having little effect. Eventually, they managed to take one wheel down but as Katie circled up she saw that Natasha and General Okoye were right in its path, but so absorbed in the battle that they almost missed the set of chainsaw wheels coming straight for them, almost. Katie yelled a warning over the coms and was about to swoop down to pull them both out of harm’s way when suddenly Wanda dropped down in front of the other two women and surrounded the wheels in her red glow. She lifted them up lifting it up into the air then grunted throwing it back at a swarm of Outriders.

As Katie spiralled back upwards Okoye’s frustrated voice hit her ears. “Why was she up there all this time?”

It was a boost having Wanda on the field, Okoye was right, but the unease in Katie’s chest was rising as her being down there meant it left Vision open. Katie and Rhodey went back to try and take out another one of the huge wheels, but then they both stopped dead as Sam’s urgent voice called out. ”Guys, we got a Vision situation here!“

Katie looked over in the direction of the palace, just in time to see the android crashing out of the glass.

"Somebody get to Vision!” Steve instructed loudly, before he was sideswiped by another of those damned dog things.

“I got him,” Bruce responded

“On my way,” Wanda’s voice also said. Katie turned to find her on the field, and as she did she saw one of Thanos’ warriors hit her hard across the face with her staff and she fell into one of the large trenches that the chainsaw-like wheels of the machine had created.

Katie swooped down to help, Natasha also sprinting across the field, sliding down into the trench behind the blue woman. As Wanda struggled to her feet, Katie landed next to Natasha.

“He will die alone,” the blue woman growled at Wanda, and then to add even more insult looked added, “As will you.”

“She’s not alone.” Natasha said simply. The woman turned around to see Natasha and Katie there, and then at the other side of her Okoye landed, spinning her spear, pointing it at the horned alien.

“Get to Vision.” Natasha looked at Katie who hesitated. “Now, Nova! Our priority is that stone!”

With a nod, Katie took off again, flying towards Vision’s locations as Friday locked onto him. But, as she flew she was hit by something and landed hard on the ground, her suit dragging along the dirt. Instantly she took off again, kicking one of the animals off her leg as it hung on, its teeth crunching into the metal of her boot but it soon fell limp as her thruster blasted straight through its head.

Meanwhile, Steve was running like he had never run before, and as he reached the clearing in the trees he saw one of the aliens bent over Vision, the tip of his staff trying to pry out the stone from his head. Steve tackled the alien at full speed, his shoulder driving into the man’s waist.

“Get outta here!” He yelled, jumping up as he began to trade blows with the alien, using his arm-shields to both land and deflect the blows. There was no movement so he turned to Vision again, issuing another instruction. “Go!”

Steve kept blocking the alien’s weapon using his shields, finally knocking it from the alien’s hands just before he was thrown over a fallen tree and pinned by his opponent’s hand at his throat. Steve struggled, grabbing at the fingers gripping round his neck, but even with his physical abilities, he was struggling. But then suddenly, there was a familiar repuslor blast to the alien’s back which made him yell out, his grip on Steve lessening a tad, and then the blade of the staff emerged from the alien’s chest. Steve saw him splutter, then choke, before he dropped Steve completely to the floor.

Katie landed besides him, her helmet sliding off as she offered her hand to pull him to his feet. Behind her, Vision cast the alien aside before collapsing exhaustedly to the floor.

“Thanks.” Steve panted, his breath ragged as he gently cupped Katie’s face before he strode to Vision. “I thought I told you to go.” He sighed, hauling the android to his feet.

“We don’t trade lives, Captain.” Vision replied simply.

**** Tony was beginning to realise they had no chance against Thanos. But that spurred him on even more, because if he got the rest of the stones, well it didn’t bear thinking about.

With one last attempt he flew at Thanos, who deflected the blow and picked him up by the helmet and blasted his midsection with the Power Stone. The gaps in nanite coverage were now extensive, as his armour was losing the ability to recover from the intensity of the damage. Tony struggled to one knee, and fired his right hand repulsor at Thanos, but he might as well have been using a fucking water pistol for all the good it did.

Gritting his teeth, Tony got to both feet as his suit tried to complete repairs, adding the beam from his left to the one from his right. Thanos walked right up to him, and backhanded the incomplete helmet off his head. Tony’s eyes grew wide as he crossed his arms to block a blow from Thanos’ gauntlet, the Titan caught his left hand and in desperation, Tony formed what was left of his right glove into a short sword, which Thanos easily caught, snapping it off clean before driving it through Tony’s left side.

Tony’s body seized up in pain as Thanos walked him back until he collapsed onto a rock, looking up at the man who had stabbed him with shock and hatred, blood bubbling in his mouth.

This was it. Thanos was finally going to kill him, after six years of nightmares.

“You have my respect, Stark.” Thanos spoke almost with a hint of regret. “When I’m done, half of humanity will still be alive,” he let go of Tony and straightened up, “I hope they remember you.”

Tony’s thoughts flashed to the people on Earth, more specifically Pepper and his Sister. He had failed them, again. His visions were coming true. He drew in a pained breath, the copper taste of blood surrounded his senses as Thanos raised the gauntlet, closing his fist and all four stones began to glow.

“Stop!” Strange yelled, sitting up painfully as he looked at Thanos. “Spare his life… and I will give you the stone”

“No tricks.” Thanos turns to him and Doctor Strange shook his head.

Despite Tony’s protest, Strange handed over the stone and Thanos dropped it into the thumb setting on the gauntlet, the energy pulse making him wince.

“One to go.”

At that point an energy blast hit the gauntlet right in the empty Mind Stone setting and Thanos grimaced in surprise as Quill, who was screaming in incoherent rage, flew towards him, firing with both hands. Thanos didn’t even bother responding to the assault. Instead he conjured up a portal and simply left.

Star-Lord flew through where Thanos had been and crashed, rolling several times. “Where is he?” He stood up, his helmet sliding away.

With a grimace, Tony managed to stich up his stab wound as well as he could with his suit functions, but he was still weak and had no breath for answers.

“Did we just lose?” Quill asked, his voice now fearful.

Tony turned to Dr Strange and looked at him, shaking his head sadly “Why would you do that?” His voice cracked slightly. After everything they had done to try and stop him getting the stone, after the Wizard himself saying he wouldn’t hesitate to let anyone die to keep it safe, he just handed it over.

“We’re in the Endgame now.” Dr Strange looked at him. And Tony could do nothing but sigh, and slump back against his rock, hoping that the guys on Earth would fare better than they had.

*****

Before Steve, Katie and Vision could move they were joined by Natasha. As she turned to speak to them she suddenly stopped, as a light wind whipped around them, causing them all to spin on the spot.

Something big was coming. Steve couldn’t explain how he knew, but he did. “Everyone on my position, we’ve got incoming.” He pressed his finger to the com in his ear while glancing sideways at Katie, the pair of them stood by Vision, the feel of unease and silence that had fallen over the clearing was getting even more oppressive.

“What the hell?” Natasha mumbled from behind and Steve swallowed turning to Katie who looked up at him. Neither of them could voice what they were feeling, both of them understanding that this could very well be their final stand. Katie felt her chest tighten as she felt a single tear of fright, love and pride fall down her face.

“I love you.” She whispered and Steve took a shaky breath.

“I love you.” He replied in kind. “Till the end of the line.”

Then, across the clearing from them, a cloud of grey and blue began to form from nothing. A huge man, purple in colour, encased in a deep golden armour stepped out from the grey and blue mass.

“Cap, that’s him.” Bruce pointed out obviously, because honestly, who else could it be?

Steve raised his shields and took a few steps forward as Katie moved backwards to stand with Natasha and Wanda, both stood in front Vision.

“Eyes up. Stay sharp.” Steve commanded beginning to charge forward, leaving Katie behind. He knew that if all else failed, Wanda was going to have to make the decision to destroy that stone, and he also knew that Katie wouldn’t want her to be alone when she did.

Bruce reached Thanos first, using the rockets on his suit to launch him up in the air and, as his hand clenched into a fist, Thanos raised the gauntlet on his left hand and Bruce’s suit turned blue and see-through, his body flying through Thanos’ rather than colliding with it before it was encased in the rock at the side of a hill face.

As she took stock of what had just happened, Katie glanced across at Natasha and saw a look of fright on the blonde’s face. A look she had only ever seen once before, when Bruce had transformed into the Hulk for the first time and they had been trapped in the cargo bay of the Hellicarrier all those years ago.

Steve reached Thanos second and jumped, aiming to punch him in the face with his shields but he was stopped dead in his path, a purple glow encasing his body simply throwing him to the side and out of sight where he crashed to the ground, his head spinning as everything went hazy.

Shortly behind him, T’Challa was also cast aside like a rag doll and then Sam was grounded easily.

Nothing could touch him.

“Wanda.” Vision breathed from behind them, and they all turned to face him. “It’s time.”

“No.” Wanda’s voice shook and Katie glanced back and forth between her and the Titan as he was advancing.

“They can’t stop him, Wanda, but we can. Look at me!” Vision demanded forcefully “You have the power to destroy the stone.”

“Don’t.” She cried, trying to pull away from his grip a third time.

Katie turned back to the fight in time to see Rhodey drop out of the air. When Bucky tried to fire at the Titan raising his gun and running towards him, shooting bullets wildly, he was also cast aside, the same way Steve had been. All their attempts to take the Titan down so far had been simply hopeless.

“You must do it Wanda, please.” Vision continued to plead and Katie turned to the young woman whose bottom lip had begun to wobble.

“Wanda.” Katie looked at her, her own voice cracking as well with the impending action they were about to take. “I can’t begin to imagine how you feel but Vis is right. You have to destroy it.”

The tears were forming in Katie’s eyes. All she could hear over the yells and noise was Steve’s voice telling her he loved her. But right now she had no idea where Steve was, she couldn’t see where Thanos had thrown him. She understood completely what Wanda was feeling, and faced with the same choice she knew she’d be reacting exactly the same. But, with Thor seemingly also nowhere to be found, it appeared there was no other way to stop the Titan.

The stone, and with it Vision, had to be destroyed.

“We are out of time.” Vision spoke gently, his hand wrapping around Wanda’s as he brought it up against his cheek.

“I can’t.” Wanda whispered looking at Vision then over to Katie for some form of guidance.

Katie could offer none.

“It’s alright,” Vision took Wanda’s hand and opened it up, “you could never hurt me. I just feel you.“

As Katie watched, Wanda looked over her shoulder and then she let her power flow, her face contorting into so many emotions, it broke Katie’s heart to think about what she was feeling. Her attention was called back to the fight when someone yelled, this time Okoye. Natasha took a deep breath, looking at Katie as they now found themselves the last line of defence between Thanos, Wanda and Vis. They had no choice but to try and buy Wanda as much time as they could.

Natasha went first, but it was pointless, she was cast off to the side somewhere and Katie stood, drawing herself up to her full height, helmet, shield and weapons ready, knowing full well it wasn’t going to stop him.

But Steve was up and running again. Thanos was advancing on his wife and he wasn’t going to let that happen without a fight. He threw himself into a slide, the momentum carrying him under Thanos’ legs and as he went he aimed a swipe at the back of the man’s calves and knees with his shields. As he jumped to his feet, Thanos aimed a blow at Steve’s head, but he caught the gauntlet in both his hands.

Gritting his teeth, Steve put every bit of strength he had into holding off the blow as Katie flew in, her repulsors firing at the Titan which made him lose concentration for a moment, but only a second. Then, in the corner of his eye, Steve saw the other fist powering towards his temple.

And then it all went back.

As Steve crashed to the floor, Thanos caught Katie easily round the neck. Both her hands shot up, her fingers trying desperately to prise his away from where they were crunching around the shield of her suit but to no avail.

“Another Stark.” Thanos mumbled, and before Katie could respond, he trew her up into the air, shooting her with a shot from the power stone. The beam of energy hit her square in the chest, killing her reactor, and she was sent spiralling to the right, where she collided heavily, head first with a tree.

As Katie lay motionless on the floor, her suit falling away, she could vaguely hear noises, the sounds of fighting and yelling. Then there was some sort of huge explosion before the world swam around her, and her eyes fluttered shut.

How long she was out for, Katie had no idea, but as she came round, the first thing she noticed was that it was deadly silent. She could taste and smell dirt, and opening an eye, she realised she was led, face down on the forest floor somewhere. With a groan she lifted her head, and, as she glanced across the clearing, she saw Steve was led roughly ten feet away, also face down and still out of it thanks to the force of Thanos’ punch.

“Steve.” She whispered to herself and pushed herself up, half crawling, half running towards him. As she reached his side, there was a sudden flash of green light which surrounded them, but Katie’s attention was completely focussed on her husband who lay motionless on the ground. “Steve.” She gently shook him, her eyes swimming with tears. “Baby, please, get up.”

She could hear Thor yelling something, and felt a surge of hope in her chest that the God had entered the final fight, and that hope grew even more as Steve gave a little groan, and started to move, turning his head as he lifted it up from where he was laying in the dirt.

“Hey.” She greeted him and he sat up, shaking his head, before he instantly reached out to cup her face, scanning her for injuries.

“Your suit?” He grit out and she shook her head.

“It’s down, it-“

Before she could explain the pair of them were jolted by Thor’s loud cry which seemed to linger in the air around them.

“No!”

They both looked round instinctively and as they did so, a blinding white light seemed to pulse towards them. Steve instinctively pushed Katie down to the floor, curling his body around hers in an attempt to shield her from whatever it was. He kept his head low, eyes scanning around and once he was satisfied it was safe to do so he moved, his eyes fixing on Katie’s whose were wide with fright.

“Steve, I don’t know what’s happening.” She whispered, and Steve swallowed, looking round as he could hear Thor was shouting again but he couldn’t quite make out the words.

“Come on.” He rose to his feet, offering Katie his hand and she took it. Once she was stood, his hands fell to her shoulders, his eyes searching his wife’s face and she nodded to tell him she was okay. Turning, Steve hissed at the pain in his side and clutched at his ribs, looking around, half expecting Thanos to appear and make another run at him. “Stay close to me.” He looked at Katie, the fact she had no suit worried him a little and he wanted to make sure he kept her by his side, not that it would do much good, but he’d die trying if he had to.

It soon became apparent that he wasn’t going to need to, as when they reached the edge of the trees they’d both landed between and emerged into the clearing, there was no sign of the Titan. In fact, the only person they could see was Thor. The god’s broad back was hunched over, his shoulders rising and falling with the force of his breathing, the air deadly silent.

“Where’d he go?” Steve asked, spinning around, unease flooding his chest. “Thor?”

Thor finally turned and met Steve’s eyes, then Katie’s, and it was not a comfort, in fact it made Steve feel even more concerned. The god looked utterly shattered, and still he gave no response.

“Steve?” Another voice cut in sounding as confused as the rest of them felt, and he turned to see Bucky looking down at his arm in disbelief as the limb was disappearing into ash, the gun in his hands fell to the ground followed shortly by the man himself as he just disappeared.

Steve blinked, not sure what he’d seen. An icy cold feeling churned in his stomach as he took a few steps forward before falling to a knee and reaching out, touching the ashes and dust that was all that was left of his best friend. He turned to look up at Katie, he was utterly confused, disbelieving even.

Katie, in turn, was numb with shock. She stumbled forwards, dropping to her knees besides Steve, her hand hovering over his as she stared at the spot on the ground where Bucky’s gun lay.

“I don’t…” Steve frowned, looking at her. “What the hell…”

Katie couldn’t speak. She looked up and round, her eyes falling on Thor as another cloud of dust and ash whirred around the clearing near where the god was stood and it was then that she noticed Thor was stood about a foot away from Vision, who was led on the ground. His body now a bland shade of purple-grey. She reached out for Steve, but at that moment he rose to his feet, walking slowly over to where Thor was stood, his steps heavy, laboured almost. Katie pushed herself off the ground, her own feet felt like they belonged to someone else as she walked numbly over the clearing, as Steve fell down to his knees, shakily reaching out to roll Vision’s lifeless body over.

It was then that Katie’s eyes locked on the hole in the android’s head and in the corner of her eye she saw Steve drop backwards sitting on the ground with a huff, looking up at her, utter disbelief and sorrow flooded his handsome face as they both shared a moment of understanding. Thanos had taken the stone, and done exactly what Banner had warned he would do.

“What’s going on?” Rhodey’s voice cut across the silence as he voiced the question on everyone’s mind. “What the hell is happening?”

Katie turned to face him, her eyes misting over as she looked around at the group of people stood in the clearing. Thor, Banner, Rhodey, Natasha and Rocket. There was no one else, only them. No Sam, no T’Challa, no Bucky, no Wanda. And no Tony. Her hand flew to her mouth as she tried hard to stem the tears and sob that she felt bubbling up inside her, and instead she turned, dropping to her knees besides Steve, reaching out for him.

“Oh, God.” She heard his voice crack as his back slumped against Visions body, his arms pulling her close as the group simply remained silent, numb in the realisation that for the first time ever, The Avengers had lost.

*****

Chapter 38

**Original Posting**

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Top Shelf: Chapter 13- For the Love of Books

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Bookshop/bartender/baking AU)

Word Count: 2,312

Summary: You have dinner with Steve and Peggy and fill them in. You also set up your meeting with Tony and pitch him your idea.

Author’s Note: I loved getting some more time with Steve and Peggy here, I love everyone and how much they love each other. It was fun to write Tony too because I just love him as well. I’m sorry for the angst at the end, but as I was writing this chapter that whole thing just kind of hit me...like...oh yea, what if? If you want to check out Los Tacos you can see their menu here and Eleven Madison Park is amazing if you want to see it here. Again, I cannot thank you all enough for your continued kindness and support! You are amazing. Thank you all for reading and much love always❤❤❤

Warnings: Sweet fluff, teasing amongst friends, soft fluff and some angst at the end

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1: Enchantment

Chapter 2: Cookie Crumble

Chapter 3: Sweet Anticipation

Chapter 4: Read Between the Limes

Chapter 5: Secrets on the Shelf

Chapter 6: Love Between the Covers *

Chapter 7: Love Lines & Soul Finds

Chapter 8: Drunk in Love *

Chapter 9: Pour it onto the Page

Chapter 10: Recipe for Love *

Chapter 11: The Pages in Between

Chapter 12: Bookaholics

By the time you and Bucky fell asleep it was after 7am and you slept well past lunch time. Steve and Peggy were coming by for dinner around 5 so you had plenty of time. After a nice refreshing shower, you sit on the couch, arms resting on the back while you watch Bucky make coffee. “I can just see you doing this in the bookshop. You’ll have to wear and apron and probably tie your hair back,” you say, almost dreamily.

“Maybe I’ll just cut it. I’ve been thinking of doing that.” Your stunned silence causes Bucky to turn around, two steaming cups of coffee in hand. “No?” Taking the cup in your hands you sigh at the delicious aroma, looking at Bucky while you take your first sip. “I mean. I know you’ll look handsome with any kind of haircut, but you know…I love it like this.”

He sits next to you, carefully pulling you close while you hold your coffee, “well, it was just an idea.” His hair is still wet, and you comb your fingers through it, “I know,” you whisper, taking another sip. “This is so good Buck. So good.” You sit in comfortable silence and drink your coffee. A text chimes in on both your phones and you grab yours to look while Bucky just waits for you to read it.

“Steve says he’s starving and what are we eating?” Bucky scoffs and rolls his eyes, “of course he is!” Chewing on your bottom lip, you ask, “can we just get takeout. I’m still shot from last night.” Bucky’s eyes light up. “Yes! Let’s get Los Tacos!!!” You giggle at his excitement, quickly replying to Steve with the idea. A few seconds later your phone rings. “It’s Steve,” you deadpan, answering it with a simple, “hey, Steve.”

“OK, Los Taco. Yes. But you need to get me at least 12. And then there are the sides. Do you have pen and paper? Are you ready for my order?” You pull the phone from your ear, giving Steve the side eye even though he can’t see you. “Oh my god, Steve! Just text me what you want that way I have it all down.” Silence. “Oh yea, ok, that makes sense.” You hear Peggy’s voice in the background and Steve’s loud oof before Peggy is on the line. “Hey love. Listen, I’ll get our order and text it to you right away this way you can call.” Now smiling you reply, “Thanks Peg, sounds great. See you soon!”

“You say Los Tacos and he loses his mind!” Bucky says with a sideways grin. “Well, they are delicious.” Putting down your coffee you crawl into his lap while looking over the menu. “I never know what to get though. It’s all so good.” Kissing the top of your head he mumbles something inaudible. “What?” you laugh, turning to look up at him. “I said, just make sure you get an order of chips and salsa and one of chips and guac.”

“Are you sure one of each is enough. Steve is coming.” Bucky pretends to think it over for a moment, scrunching up his nose, “you know what, maybe two of each is better.” You both laugh, cuddling closer and waiting for Peggy’s text. Once it comes through you place the giant order, thanking them profusely and explaining that it’s because you love their food so much.

Steve and Peggy arrive shortly after and you all make yourselves comfortable while you wait for the delivery. “So,” Steve says, smiling. “Let’s hear it guys.” Peggy squeezes your hand and gives you a reassuring smile. You go over your idea again, adding in the news from Sam about getting in touch with Tony. When you finish, Steve and Peggy are both smiling from ear to ear.

Steve turns to Bucky. “Does this mean you’re finally going to let me teach you some stuff?” Bucky hangs his head and laughs. “Son of a bitch. I knew you were gonna say that!” You look to Peggy with a confused face, “what is this about?” Steve’s smile gets bigger. “Bucky is jealous of my construction skills. Always has been.”

Bucky stands up, hands on his hips, “ugh, here we go,” he mumbles, walking to the kitchen. Steve continues, “I’ve always been good at building and fixing things and everything Bucky touches he breaks. But now…,” he waggles his eyebrows, “I can be in charge of the changes in the bookshop. And the only payment I require is cookies!”

You look to Bucky who is failing at trying to hide his smile, then back at Steve who can’t hold his back and launch yourself into his arms. “Really Steve? You mean that? Because that’s a huge help and a big expense and I’m getting way too excited for you to be pulling my chain.” Steve gently sets you down, his face more serious. “Nah, I’m not pulling anything. I mean it. Every word. I’ll do anything for Bucky. And you. We’re here to help.”

Bucky’s arms wrap around you from behind, holding you against his chest and he rests his chin on your head. “Thanks Steve.” They exchange a look that holds much more meaning than words could say and your heart swells once again. How did you get so lucky to fall into the arms of such a good man that has such a good family? A quiet “thank you,” leaves your lips, unsure if you can say more without breaking down.

“When are you talking to Tony?” Steve asks, his eyes soft. Regaining some composure, you explain that Sam told you to call him tomorrow and set up a meeting for that week. “Sam said he would let Tony know I would be calling. I’m nervous. He sounds intimidating.” Steve chuckles, “it’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

The four of you spend the rest of the evening bullshitting over wine and left-over cookies. It isn’t until you cover your third yawn that Peggy stands, insisting they leave the two of you to get some rest. You send them home with a few cookies and lots of hugs. Steve pulls you in tight, whispering in your ear, “I heard you got jealous over my cousins.” You push off his chest and look at him in shock. “WHAT!?! I did not. It was simply a misunderstanding. And did Bucky tell you he practically gave Peter a heart attack for simply doing his job?”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up into his head before he looks to Bucky who pretends to not be listening. “We’ll just leave you two to sort this out. Thanks for dinner guys, have a good night.” Steve grabs Peggy’s hand and runs out the door, smiling the whole time. Spinning around you pin Bucky against the door. “So now you’re going around telling your friends I’m a jealous girlfriend, huh?”

Bucky throws his hands up, feigning innocence, “all I did was tell Steve what happened.” With a good hard poke to his chest you turn on your heel and try to hold back your giggles. “Maybe I’ll ask around the bar next weekend, see what my female customers think about me getting a haircut.” You stop dead in your tracks, slowly turning back toward him, “go for it. I’d be curious to know what they think.” With a triumphant twirl you head to the bathroom to get ready for bed, leaving Bucky in amused disbelief.

After feeble attempts to read before bed you both give in and curl up under the covers, quickly falling asleep in Bucky’s arms. As usual Monday hits you hard. You’re sitting at your office desk staring at your phone and Sam’s text with Tony’s phone number. Picking it up you dial, biting your nail while it rings. “Hey doll, everything ok?” You let out a sigh at hearing Bucky’s voice, “yea fine, thanks, I’m just nervous about calling Tony.” You can hear his smile. “Then let me call him. I’m more than happy to.”

You’re quiet for a moment, about to give in but remembering this was all your crazy idea. “No, it’s ok babe. I can do this.” “Of course, you can. Call me right after, ok? I love you.” Taking a deep breath, you reply, “I will, I love you too.” Hanging up with Bucky you give yourself five minutes before calling Tony, your hands shaky as you dial his number.

He picks up after the first ring. “Tony Stark.” You awkwardly clear your throat, cringing already. “Hey, Mr. Stark. This is y/n, y/n y/l/n. I’m a friend of Sam’s.” His voice gains energy with his greeting, “oh yes! Hi y/n. I’ve been expecting your call! Sam said you have a new business venture and wanted to meet to discuss it.” Shaking your head yes you realize you aren’t actually talking. “Yes, exactly! Bucky and I would really love your input. Sam said you have a really good head for this stuff.”

Tony scoffs, “I have the best head for this stuff! And I’d love to meet with you guys. How does Thursday night sound? We can have dinner at Eleven Madison Park, say around 7pm? I’ll take care of the reservations.” Once again, you’re shaking your head yes, this time very excitedly. “That sounds great, thank you so much! I look forward to meeting with you.” With a smile, Tony replies, “me too, see you then.”

Your fingers fumble with the phone as you try to call Bucky. He picks up immediately. “So?” “Thursday, 7pm at Eleven Madison Park!” The both of you try to celebrate with subdued excitement, failing miserably when you draw the attention of your coworkers. “Crap, I better go, everyone is looking at me funny.” You hang up and give them a little wave, doing your best to remain calm and smile.

Each night for the rest of the week you and Bucky work on devising a semi-decent ‘business plan.’ Neither of you really know what you’re doing but thankfully Sam offers to help. It isn’t until Thursday afternoon that you finally have something presentable. Shoving the papers in a folder you close it with a loud sigh, shooting Bucky a text with a picture of it.

You take a cab to the restaurant, the both of you nervous but excited. Bucky looks perfect is his button down and slacks and you’re elegant and chic in a simple black dress. You’re greeted by the hostess and you tell them you’re here to meet Tony. They immediately rush off and come back with the manager who personally escorts you to the table. Tony looks up from his papers and smiles.

“Right on time,” he says, standing to shake your hands. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Stark,” Bucky says, holding your chair out for you to sit. “Please, call me Tony.” He looks to you with a sweet smile, “and you must be y/n.” Straightening your shoulders you smile with a nod, “good to finally meet you Tony.” He clears away his papers, muttering about always having work to do.

“So, I hope you don’t mind but I ordered some wine and appetizers for us this way we can get right to business.” You both thank him, looking to each other before pulling out the folder. “We came up with a rough business plan, it’s nothing fancy but it will give you a good idea of what we want to do.” Tony waves a dismissive hand, squaring you both with a serious look. “I’m more interested in the real story. Yours. And how this idea came about. Just start from the beginning and tell me everything.”

Letting out a sigh of relief Bucky squeezes your hand and launches into a recap of the first day you met at the bookshop. Tony listens intently, his eyes warm and his smile soft. He asks questions or interjects now and then and you don’t even realize that you’ve been talking the whole time until dessert is served.

“Oh wow. This looks really good!” you blurt out, eyeing the incredible piece of art on the table. “You think you want to try to make something like this at the bookshop?” Tony jokes, taking a sip of his wine. With a chuckle you say, “no, I’m not sure it fits our aesthetic, but it does look amazing.” Tony nods, “and just wait until you taste it. But you’re right. You’re not going for fancy and over the top. It’s clear you want to create a space that’s comfortable and charming.”

Bucky smiles at you before looking back to Tony, “that’s exactly it. We don’t want to lose the feel of the bookshop, we just want to give it an update.” Tony intertwines his fingers and rests his elbows on the table. “So, I only have one question before I tell you that I want to help you.” You can barely contain your happiness at his words but then he gives you a somber look and asks, “what are you going to do if this doesn’t work out?

You’re combined confusion is evident and neither of you know what to say. Finally, Bucky speaks up. “Well, we are trying to be positive and from what you’ve told us it seems like we have a solid idea here. Failure isn’t really an option at this point. I need to make this work.” Tony’s smile is back, this time a bit more forlorn. “I like your passion. You’re going to need it, but I’m not talking about the bookshop. I mean you two,” he says, pointing at you both. “What if things don’t work out between the two of you?” Bucky quickly turns to you with a panicked look just as you suck in a breath and before he can reply you quietly say, “we never thought of that.”

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lovelyirony · 5 years ago

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I HAVE A PROMPT. tony being rly good with facial grooming and stuff, and post afghanistan not liking people cutting his hair (because like water etc) and therefore learning how to cut his OWN hair with translates to: (1) at some point shaving sam because he's injured his arm while practising to throw the shield and/or (2) giving bucky his 21st century haircut

Tony doesn’t like going to the barber’s after...well. After the whole ordeal. He can’t sit down in a chair, have his actions controlled by someone holding a pair of shears that are remarkably close to his neck.

So he has to learn how to cut his own hair. It involves a lot of bad decisions, but it ends up with the goatee that he’s been known to sport from time to time,

“I don’t know how you’re doing it yourself, I remember the accidental mullet,” Rhodey remarks. “But you do it well.”

So it continues. Tony likes the routine of grooming himself, the different steps that are involved. He finds new products, tries new things, and generally likes this time to himself.

He didn’t think his skills would be needed, but occasionally Bruce forgets to get his hair cut and asks Tony.

“You cut hair, right?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Wanna cut my hair?”

“Uh...sure?”

Bruce sits quietly, remarkably still. He says it’s from meditation. They both know he’s lying.

(Bruce mentions the next time that he’s also still because he had to hide in a cabinet in the kitchen of a house in Canada, running from Ross’ task force. Tony snips hair efficiently.)

So besides Bruce, he also helps some of the other team. Steve travels down to Brooklyn, going to a local barber that charges too damn much for a haircut and has a nice handlebar mustache.

“Of course you would,” Tony says, rolling his eyes.

“What’s so bad about that?”

“You’ll find out,” Natasha says. “Tony, give me bangs.”

Natasha looks good in bangs. She looks good in everything, so this isn’t a surprise to anyone.

It’s when the team expands that Tony’s surprised that his skills are needed.

Sam has stepped up to the plate of being Captain America.

(Tony can’t deny he looks quite a bit better in that suit, and that’s...well that’s saying something considering Steve’s, ah, assets.)

But the shield takes time. And it involves a bit of injury, because Sam is not enhanced as far as Tony’s figured out.

(He’s enhanced in some areas.)

But he hurts his arm. And usually, Sam does his own grooming habits since he’s away from where his old barber and he likes the routine too.

So now he’s worried about finding someone who knows how to cut and style hair.

“Tony might,” Bruce mentions. “He cuts his own hair, has for a while. He cuts mine. I like it.”

So Sam asks if he knows how to cut his hair.

“You just want it short and simple?” Tony asks.

“Yeah.”

“I can do that.”

Tony works masterfully. He can carry a conversation while focused completely on the task at hand, and often looks very cute as he focuses on making sure the hair is at an even level.

Sam notes that his eyes squint a bit. It’s adorable.

“I owe you for this,” Sam says. “What do you want?”

“Um, I don’t need anything,” Tony responds. “Just the fact that you trust me enough to cut your hair speaks volumes.”

Sam can tell that Tony’s the type of guy who thinks that people giving him things is a Bad Thing, because why would they?

So Sam takes him out for coffee.

“I can pay,” Tony says, fiddling with his wallet.

“Next time, maybe,” Sam says. “But it’s my treat today.”

Tony grins as he orders a very fancy latte.

They have good conversations about hair, what kind of styling they’ve always wanted to do, and Sam likes that he’s struck up this thing with Tony. He genuinely likes Tony and wants to get to know him.

This turns into Sam needing a shave. And he injured his dominant arm.

(Okay so it’s healed up considerably and he just hasn’t tested it. But in his defense when you have someone as attractive as Tony on your team, you saying you’d want to do things yourself?)

So Tony gets called and asked if he could shave off some of the beard that’s attempting to grow on Sam’s face.

“You like the clean-shaven look?” Tony teases. “No lumberjack beard?”

“Tried in college, bad mistake,” Sam says. “The only person I know who looks good in facial hair is you. And maybe my uncle. But mainly you.”

Tony turns a lovely shade of dusty rose, and Sam wishes he could capture that in a picture.

Tony leans in close, and Sam smiles.

“You look so pretty from where I’m sitting.”

He pauses, looking at Sam.

“Got anything else to say?”

“After this, I’d really like to take you out to dinner.”

Tony smiles bashfully.

“I’d love that. But it’s my treat because I’m currently giving you very nice facial hair and it’s gonna be awesome.”

Sam and Tony hit it off fantastically, and they’re at the restaurant far past the estimated time of two hours.

They have their thing, and then Bucky comes along.

Bucky with the sadly attractive eyes, nice body, and a caring personality. They both fall and fall hard.

It’s Tony who notices first, but Sam who says anything.

Bucky’s hair was at shoulder-length when they got him to come with them. Now it’s past that, and he’s not quite sure what to do with it. He doesn’t like that strands keep falling loose, but he refuses to use any sort of clip or bobby pin.

“You want someone to cut it?” Sam asks.

Bucky stills. “No,” he says. “No chair.”

“I can cut it standing up,” Tony offers. “No chair. You know my skillset. I can’t hurt you without a serious fight.”

Bucky snorts.

“...without the suit.”

He snorts again.

“Tony, you’re by far the most capable Avenger. Now, Sam here....”

Sam throws a sock at him.

But they cut his hair. And Tony hums his favorite songs and Sam acts as a “watch out” for Bucky, and it’s sort of comforting.

Tony cuts his hair short.

“No getting in your eyes just yet, and you look good in short hair,” Sam says.

Bucky turns red, mutters a thank you, and retreats.

At night, Sam and Tony find custom gifts that Bucky must have hunted for afterwards.

Sam gets a pillow with a very nicely embroidered bird on it and a speech bubble of “fuck you I do what I want.”

Tony gets a lovely assortment of chocolates and a very cheesy card.

They’re both speechless.

And....they both kind of want to know what it’s like to date Bucky.

#hehehehehehehe #samtonybucky #winterironfalcon #bucky barnes #tony stark #winteriron #ironfalcon #sam wilson #i love sam in this so much #anyways #bruce banner #yeah tony cuts hair what about it #lovelyirony writes

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the-iron-kettle · 5 years ago

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We (I) demand coffee-related smut! Let's get frothy.

Mod Ali: Oops, this gets a 1/10 in smut, but I think I make up for it with yearning. Here ya go!

Tony hasn't felt wanted in a long time.

That's a lie. Every day his son looks at him with the big brown eyes he'd stolen from Tony and wants him around, needs Tony to protect him; and, honestly, being that person day after day is enough. Peter is his whole world. He hadn't known this before, but he wasn't complete until Peter came along. Feeling wanted in the way Tony Stark had always been wanted—for money, for sex, for… well, it was mostly sex—doesn't even cross Tony Carbonell's mind anymore. The only person in his life is Peter, and he was content with that being true for almost 8 years.

But then somewhere along the way he met Pepper Potts, and for someone who is so keen on schedules and plans, she sure threw a redheaded wrench in all of his.

As soon as Tony and Pepper make it into her apartment after a date, the door is locked and lights are dimmed and they're falling together onto her big, soft bed with the eggshell linens. The food was good and Peter was sleeping over at Happy's so Tony could sleep over at Pepper's. The first time he'd been here, he'd made a stupid offhand comment about how colourful the place was, glancing pointedly at the varying shades of cream and warm grays. Hey, he'd been nervous. He still is nervous.

But then, he catches glimpses of colour, like a bright red Hotwheels car on the dining room table from the last time he and Peter were here for dinner, or the (to her total distaste) neon green hoodie he'd lent her after she got caught in the rain on the way to the shop, hanging in her open closet. Or the small collection of picture frames on Pepper's bedside table, the only instance of anything that can be described as 'clutter' in the entirety of her apartment, of him or Peter or all three of them or of everyone—Rhodey and Happy, too. Then, he feels a little less nervous and a little more like he belongs here, in Pepper's neat little apartment and her neat little life, when his own is so complicated and rough around the edges.

He and Pepper stop their bickering (about the ultimate pastry, of all things) between the gentle kisses, and now they're just sort of looking at each other. Tony knows her face better than his own at this point, for all the admiring he's done; the curve of her cheeks are familiar, and the smattering of freckles across her nose are delicious. He knows her eyelashes, underneath the light makeup she wears, are pale and delicate. Her cheeks and lips are a little ruddy at the moment, and that's his fault, as is the softly quirked smile. He only realizes he's not breathing when she touches his cheek and pulls a sigh out of him.

Pepper has this way of looking at Tony with her intelligent blue eyes—she's doing it right now, studying her lover the same way he was doing—that screams to Tony that she wants him. It scares him and, on top of that, confuses him, because she is pretty much the coolest, smartest person in the universe, he's damn sure. What does she want with his sorry ass? She could have anyone with a snap of her perfectly manicured fingers but she's here, inviting a scruffy, washed up murderer into her bed.

(She knows it, now; she knows who he was, and she still wants who he is.)

The worst, and best, thing about Pepper's eyes is that he's pretty sure they see right through him. Without saying a word, Pepper ends the silence with a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, and she leans in, and Tony is just selfish enough to stop thinking and meet her halfway. She knows him so well, knows when he's thinking too much, knows how to distract him. That's the first way Pepper makes him feel wanted—by just knowing him. By taking charge, carefully pushing him back into the cushions, an increasingly firm grip on his collar or hips or hair, and just letting them make out like teenagers for a while.

(As the kids say: no thoughts. Head empty.)

"Tastes like coffee," Pepper whispers, because she always says that, like a running joke. It's not very funny, bless her, and it's probably true; Tony would be surprised if his body wasn't actually just 70% coffee at this point.

"I can definitely keep you up all night, honey," Tony smirks back, because his mouth runs independently from the rest of him, and thank god, because broadcasting his anxiety all the time would be a fucking bummer.

Pepper scoffs, but she loves his puns, he knows it. That's another way she makes him feel wanted. She laughs at his jokes. He always seems to catch her giggling in the corner of his eye, even when he's just being himself. She has an incredible smile.

Pepper makes him feel wanted with her hands, exploring his body in a way that made him squeamish at first. Tony Stark had never once been body-shy, but Tony Stark stopped existing several haircuts and thirty pounds ago. It hadn't mattered one bit to him until he and Pepper had started—this—and it struck him that the guy Pepper should be seen with was someone like Tony Stark, with the crisp Armani suits and shiny Italian shoes and nicely windswept hair. Damn, Tony had had really sexy abs at one point.

But despite his pudgy stomach—the result of many blueberry danishes, his haphazard cooking skills and a now non-existent vanity budget—and because Pepper can undoubtedly read his mind, she throws a leg over his and their thighs slot together, which is a pretty good distraction. She pulls her face away from his, which really kind of sucks, but then kisses his jaw like it's an apology. She trails down his neck where he's only somewhat ticklish, and her small, thin hands have somehow crept onto his love-handles without him noticing. She squeezes gently and giggles when Tony jumps because his ribs are also somewhat ticklish. Somehow, he doesn't have it in him to be any kind of upset, though, especially with her grinding low and slow on his groin like that. Her mouth does a slow, sensual tour of him, tasting him, nipping him.

(Pepper Potts is a biter, to Tony's awe and, ultimately, delight.)

She coaxes him out of his shirt and slides out of her own, and right when Tony feels a dumb joke coming up she grins and takes a convenient break from her exploration to return home and kiss him. It's been a while since his last partner, but Tony was never one to be useless in bed, and he just barely lets Pepper finish giving him the hickey on his collar (Tony remembers suddenly that she got him a couple turtleneck tops this past Christmas and he wonders if the two actions are correlated) before flipping them over and turning the tables, showing her how much he wants her. He tongues at her throat, her arms, her breasts in a way that makes her sigh happily, a now bare leg wrapping around his back and pulling him in tighter. He obediently kisses where she directs him to and he tells her in low murmurs how beautiful she is.

Neither of them had a drop to drink tonight besides sparkling juice, or a hit of anything that would remind Tony of his club kid youth. No mind games, no sex games; unless what Pepper is after is a lifetime of free chocolate croissants, he has nothing to offer but himself. So maybe it's caveman of him to think this, but yeah, when he reaches a hand down and Pepper is wet after a half hour of their usual quips and some smooching, it makes him feel wanted. The hand Pepper has snaked around his wrist feels like it's grounding him. The other hand vacillates between his hair and his ass, which is really just the cherry on top of the ego cake.

Pepper kisses him slowly while he fucks her the same way. They both enjoy the moment. Pepper makes him feel wanted when they've both finished and she tucks herself into his arms, and there's something in the way that she fits so perfectly there that makes him kind of lightheaded.

She does it when she continues her argument from, like, two hours ago that Happy's chocolate croissants are in fact the best treat The Iron Kettle serves, and she does have the authority to make this decision because she has tried everything over the last few years where she came in just to be with Tony, with Peter, with Happy. She does it when she keeps his and his son's shit all over her apartment, in plain view despite the immaculate tidiness of everything else, because she likes having these pieces of her new family around her all the time. She does it when she fights him, because he knows he has a bad habit of pushing away and she knows it too, and she doesn't let him indulge in it for a second. She does it when she makes every excuse to come up to his and Peter's apartment, because she has apparently made it a game to discover something new about them every time she stops by, in the form of a toy Peter made or the books on the shelves. She does it when she laughs at his dad jokes, and when she cares for Peter like he was her own son.

(Peter could be her son. Tony realizes suddenly that he wants to marry her. Can she hear his heart thudding? Fuck. Let's shuffle this terrifying thought to the back for the moment. A heart attack, even a small one, would really ruin the afterglow.)

Pepper makes him feel wanted. Pepper, a shining light in his life, another piece that he hadn't known he was missing until he had them, like Rhodey, like Peter… Tony couldn't not want them if he tried.

For as long as they wanna keep Tony around, he is going to be grateful, try not to cry, and do his fucking best to act like he deserves it.

#asks #drabbles #mod ali #I'MMM #yesmooshoe #is this what u wanted moosh #somewhat nsfw?

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redstarwriting · 5 years ago

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Freedom

Avengers x Platonic!GN!Reader

Request: “Avengers x gn! The Avengers learn about the Reader escaping from a metahuman teen detention center (a place where metahuman teens who got kidnapped at a young age) by staging a prison riot. They also learn the r is a powerful magician, so they decide to take their powers away. They soon find the r loves to eat at a one specific restaurant. They soon decide to go in undercover to catch the r but the plan fails and a fight happens. In the end the r loses but joins the Avengers with their powers.”

Word Count: 1,434

Genre: Platonic | Kind of Angsty | The Tiniest Bit of Fluff

Warnings: swearing, kidnapping, fighting, mistreatment, a gun is mentioned

A/N: I hope this is okay! This concept really reminded me of Wanda’s son in the comics Tommy Shepherd (Speed) so along with the powers the reader has in it I decided it only made sense to have Wanda be like a whole mother. I really do love that woman, lol. This was fun to write! I’m sorry it took so long I’ve been Going Through It (that’s the best way I can describe it) but I hope you enjoy it!!

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You smile to yourself the minute you hear the screams. Not long after, the power went out, causing the back-up generators to cast an eerie light in your cell. Then, you heard the click of your door unlocking. “Tch, dumbasses,” you mumble, standing up from your bed and stretching. You walk over to your cell door, gently pushing it open. You were never more grateful for your powers than you were in this moment. Your illusions worked exactly as you had hoped, causing one of your fellow inmates to lose her shit. You knew she had a weak mind and got scared easily, and you also knew that when that happened, her powers went haywire. Her control over electricity was quite the perk.

You look around, seeing all of your peers making their way out of their rooms. “Hey! Get back in your cells!” you hear one of the guards scream at all of you, beginning to aim his gun. That’s when you look at his weapon, using your magic to cause it to explode in his hands. You make sure it doesn’t hurt anyone except him, before screaming, and falling to the ground. You feign that he shot you, and that immediately causes all of the enhanced people around you to jump into action. You snicker. Perfect.

In the chaos, you stand up again, beginning to maneuver your way through everyone. You grin, seeing everyone use their powers to finally stand up and fuck with these guards was quite literally the best thing you’ve ever witnessed. You knew it wouldn’t last forever, though, sadly. Which meant you had to get out immediately. You put your hand against the wall, focusing on manipulating the matter around you. Your powers were… interesting, to say the least. The best way you could describe your powers was the word manipulation. You knew it was more of a sorcery, a kind of magic, but the magic you possessed gave you the ability to manipulate. Whether it be someone’s mind or solid matter. Manipulating is what you did best. With that being said, the wall began to part down the middle, leading you to the next wall which you performed the same trick on. You performed it once more, before light began seeping in.

You immediately ran, not looking back. The brightness of outside hurt your eyes at first, but you didn’t care. You wanted to get as far away from that hell hole as possible. You knew they’d know you got out, and they sure as hell were going to try to get you back in.

Sure enough, the next day on the news your face was plastered everywhere.

You were angry, to put it lightly. You never did anything to be put in that place. You were taken and put in there. All because you had powers. How dare they act like you’re a wanted fugitive for escaping the place that caused you nightmares. You did nothing. Well, nothing outside of those walls. You were quite the troublemaker while you were detained. But that’s because people would try to mess with you, and you’re not one to be messed with. Ever.

Unbeknownst to you, your “bad behavior” was noted, and brought to the attention of the Avengers. They were told you were unpredictable. Too powerful for your own good, the guards said. They made it a point to let the Avengers know that you started this riot and it was a violent plan so only you could escape. Of course, they had no idea how you were treated in there. When Steve asked why you were in there in the first place, the only response he got was, “Their power is too much. If they weren’t contained, they would destroy everything around them.”

“So you want s to return them to you? Keep them contained?” Wanda asks. Your powers fascinated her, after all the same things that were being said about you were similar to what’s been said about her. “Not exactly,” the officer from where you grew up says, causing a questioning look from the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. “We believe Ms. Maximoff can take their powers away. For good. Then we’d never have to worry about the danger they could inflict upon us.”

“Take their powers away? Because they escaped?”

“No because of how they escaped and how they acted,” the officer throws your file on the table in front of the Avengers. It was thick, and none of what was said about you was good. Although you had a reason to act out the way you did, being kidnapped at an early age and forced into imprisonment, not one of the heroes knew that. They saw you as a threat. A powerful and dangerous one at that, and they agreed to stop you.

And that’s what lead you to where you were now. Sporting a brand-new haircut and color, glasses covering your eyes, and quietly eating at your favorite restaurant. Breaking out seemed so long ago, when it reality it was only around two weeks. As soon as you were certain you weren’t followed, you altered your appearance and found someone to help you change your identity completely. That wasn’t enough to disguise yourself from the Avengers, though. You were already on edge. You felt someone’s eyes on you all day, and when you got to this restaurant, you noticed none of the regulars were here. In fact, there were only about three tables seated. This was odd, it was lunch time, and this was a popular place. Then you noticed everyone there was wearing hats and sunglasses. They were disguising themselves. They found you.

You motion your waitress over, prepared to get the bill early and leave. You didn’t want trouble. You just wanted to be free. Before she gets there, though, you sense someone running up behind you, ready to knock you out most likely. Not today. You whip around, kicking the syringe out of the hand of none other than the Black Widow. That’s when the fight begins. You begin using your powers, manipulating anything and everything you could think of. You even go up against Wanda, one on one. Hers and your power being somewhat similar caused both of you to know what the other was going to attempt to do next. Lucky for her, she had back-up, unlucky for you, you didn’t. She kept you at bay while the others managed to pin you down, defeating you immediately.

You didn’t even realize that you started crying, but you did. These guys were supposed to be heroes! Why were they going after you?! The people in charge of that corrupt facility should have been the ones getting beaten up in a restaurant, not you! You didn’t even know how to properly use your powers because of that place, the fight wasn’t even fair. “Crying? Bad people don’t usually cry after they get defeated,” Iron Man says, his mask popping up. “They’re just a kid, Tony. Of course, they’re going to cry,” Captain America says, and you roll your eyes. “Anyone would cry if they knew their freedom was about to be taken away again,” you say, utter defeat in your tone. “Freedom?”

“Yes! I’ve been in the fucking place all of my life! I didn’t even do anything to get there, they just abducted me because they knew I had powers!” you scream, struggling to get out of the grip of Captain America, but to no avail. You knew you could manipulate his mind to cause him to see something he didn’t want to, but at this point you’d be stupid to do that. Every Avenger was here. For a kid.

“They’re telling the truth,” you hear Wanda say, and the grip on you loosens. You stumble away and get ready to fight again before Wanda puts a hand on your shoulder. “Let us help you. If you tell us about what happened, we can get to the bottom of everything. I know you, believe me. Let me help,” she offers. You look at her hand, then relax. “Where do you want me to start?”

Not long after, the truth about the containment facility reached the public. Needless to say, no one was happy about young mutants being abducted from their families at a young age and locked away because they were gifted. The facility was terminated, everyone in it getting out and reuniting with their families. You were a similar case to them; the only difference is that you found a brand-new family as well. You were now an Avenger.

#avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers reader insert #avengers reader #avengers

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radio-nano · 6 years ago

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Queen concerts were also successful beause of those guys!

Scroll if you want to learn who these guys are and what they did. You will also read about a Lord, a henna user, who had best haircut and Queen’s favorite food. (I wrote in bold letters the parts about Queen members and some funny facts.)

1. a"rigger". They assemble the stage (all 6000 square feet of it). Sometimes this can take two days, so there are two stages on this European tour. While one is being taken down at one venue, the other is being assembled at the next.

2 another "rigger".

3 John "Tumbridge" Wells, one of the security men responsible for looking after the members of Queen. "Tumbridge" looks after Brian May, escorts him wherever he goes and keeps the fans from getting too close.

4 Wally Gore group security, he looks after John Deacon

5 Alex Alexandrou, carpenter. There's two of us, and we put up all the stage scenery. I put up the walkways around the back and sides of the stage wich Freddie runs along. He likes to run on carpet, so I have to lay that down everywhere.

6. Chris "Crystal" Taylor, group coordinator. He organises all of the personal Queen crew, roadies, the security men. He makes sure they all know what they have to do and when they have to do it.

7. Jim Deveney, monitor engineer. "I sit out of sight on stage. I have to make things sound good so that the band can hear what they're doing. The sound comes through these speakers called "monitors" wich face onto the stage. The worst act I ever worked for was Rod Stewart. He was really miserable.

8. Joe Fanelli, Freddie's main personal assistant, who cooks for him at his London Home. "He likes anything really exotic, North African food, curries, good French cooking. He hates veal and doesn't eat carrots. Lambs is a bit iffy too. Brian's vegetarian but he eats fish. John likes very simple food, pie and mash and Roger likes anything but lamb.

9. Tony Williams, in charge of Queen's wardrobe. "I have to look after all of the band's stage clothes. That includes lots of details like making sure all the changes of clothes they need are backstage (Freddie changes about three times each performance), labelling the band's stage shoes (because they all wear the same stripey Adidas), and looking after Freddie's special moustache scissors. Also I have to wash all of their clothes in my hotel bedroom. My bath is always full. And Brian May has been using all this red henna do dye his hair and it comes out all over his shirts. It's very hectic".

10. Brandan Hyland, group security

11. One of the 15 "truckers" who each drive a massive 40 feet lorry loaded up with sound and lighting equipment. (For extra money they also operate the spotlights wich "follow" the group around stage).

12. Brian "Jobby" Zellis. one of Queen's personal road crew.

13 Brian May, Queen's guitarist.

14 John "Moxy" Glover, Roger Taylor's personnal roadie. "Basically I have to look after his drum kit and set it up on stage. I have to keep him supllied with drum sticks. He has sticks made with his own name on and he uses about ten sets a show. I got a bit drunk with Status Quo's roadies in Paris earlier this tour, and started throwing all his sticks in the audience.

15. Terry Giddings, group security.

16. Dieter Breit, physiotherapist for the group and crew. He has to look after any sprains and injuries that anybody might suffer, e.g. a sprained guitar-playing finger which needs massaging on Brian May's valuable hand.

17. A lighting assistant.

18. A "rigger"

19. Peter "Ratty" Hince, one of Queen's personal road crew. "I have to look after John Deacon's bass guitars and Freddie's guitar and special radio microphones (the one that don't have a fead) and keyboard instruments. I have to make sure that everything is exactly where it should be on stage, otherwise Freddie particularly will glare and let me know if anything's wrong. He's very particular about things being just right. Personally I don't enjoy these tour as much as the old ones. Nowadays ther's too much equipment, too many hangers-on, and everybody's trying to be important."

20. John "Collie" Collins, one of Queen's personnal road crew. "I'm the spare man, really. I work with Ratty and the piano tuner, help to see that everything is where it should be at the right time. Do you know I got married yesterday! I celebrated the wedding with the band and crew. It had to be squeezed in during the tour.

21. Roger Taylor, Those "shades"! That turned up collar! Must be Queen's drummer.

22. A trucker

23. Another trucker.

24. A rigger.

25. Another rigger

26 John Deacon, youn know , Queen's bass player, the one with the good haircut.

27 Tom "Midget" Foehlinger, sound monitor

28 An unknown person who sneaked in

29 Mickey Conafray, trucker

30 Mick Riddle, caterer

31 A lighting assistant

32 Albert Sutton, truck driver. "I carry the sound system, or some of it. We don't see the band or the road crew most of the time, because we travel ahead of everyone else. We have to get to the site before they do, and although we help with the setting up, we're off for two days while the rest of them are working on the concert. There are 15 "truckers" on this tour, plus the bus wich takes the road crew and sometimes the band. The worst thing about this job is being away from home for a long time when you're on tour. And the best thing is...erm maybe that should be a secret".

33. A caterer

34 Dave Lewis, another Caterer

35 A sound monitor.

36 Stave Benjamins, one of Queen's personal road crew, or "roadies" as they hate to be called. They look after all the instruments, microphones and amplifiers which Queen use on stage, setting them up, tuning them, and keep them clean.

37. another trucker"

38. Dave Thomas, caterer. I've been catering for Queen since 1975, every tour. The band eat the same food as everyone else, but they do have certain favorite foods. After a show they usually like an omelette or sometimes beans on toast or occasionally a steak au poivre. They're also pretty fond of Indonesian cooking".

39. Rex Ray, second sound engineer. He mixes the sound for all the support groups.

40. Spike Edney, keybordist and second guitar player: " My biggest fear is that it might get too damp, which makes the synthesisers cut out. I just pray that I'm out of clouting range of Freddie if that happens. He might not realise why I'm not playing and he'd be very upset if he thought I was daydreaming of something. But Queen on the whole are great to work with and they get drunk a lot too. Champagne every night, it's great!

41. Simon tutchener, lighting director. "I operate the main lighting console during the concert. It took three weeks to rehearse. I have a crew who set all the lights up, and 14 spotlights operators who I control through an intercom system and one man on a "Ver-lite", plus a man on the colour changer computer, plus a man on a computer which controls the up and down movement of the whole lighting rig, and then there are a few bits on stage, including Brian May special spaceship thing which comes down during his solo spot with all the flashing lights and..." (that's quite enought about lighting. Ed)

42 Stage rigger, who helps to set up the 6000 square feet of stage (all carpetted)

43 Sylvia Reed, assistant to the tour manager, Gerry Stickells. She is really a personal secretary.

44. James "Trip" Khalaf, chief sound enginer: "I mix the live sound for Queen, and I'm in overall charge for the half a million watts of PA (ie sound system. pa means Public adress) that we're carting around.

45. Lord Frederick Lucan of Mercury. You know him. Freddie.

46. "Phoebe", one of Freddie's personal assistants. These people help to arrange Sir Frederick's day, making sure he gets to appointments on time, and taking care of all those little details, which keep him happy.

47. A rigger

48. Lyndsey Beckingham, caterer. One of a team of five who feed the crew and the group. The caterers have their own van to transport all the food, cookers and fridges necessary to feed up to 60 people three times a day.

49 Bill Louthe, sound monitor. One of the assistants to the chief sound engineer, who sets up the massive sound system making sure it works perfectly, and run around while Queen are on stage, putting things right ( like tangled wiring) and making sure that there are no problems which could cause any deterioration of the sound quality.

50. Dave Mills, head of backstage and front of stage security. "My job is to stop any skirmishes or fights by pulling people out, people who faint, and putting in the hands of the first aid people. Earlier on this tour, in Dublin, I pulled out a young man whose ear was barely hanging on by a thread, probably because some idiot threw a glass."

51 Gerry Stickells, tout manager. The most important poeple on the tour. He looks after the road crew, from the lighting team to caterers; hiring them, making sure that they're paid and that everyone's alright. (he even remembers every crew member's birthday, making a fuss of them so they get too miserable). The other important thing he does is to go out months before the tour to look at the planned concert sites and to make all the thousands of arrangements that need to be made in advance. He's been working with acts like Rod Steward and Elton John and has organised Queen's road tour for 11 years. "They have to be highly-strung crazy people, they have to in order to ware themselves up to perform. So I admire them, yes. But I wouldn't want to socialise with them. Soon as this tour is over I'll go home and watch television."

52 Mike Weisman, production and stage manager. "I'm in charge of seeing that the stage and scenery is all but together properly. We work all day to get everything right. I have to coordinate all the work of the riggers and carpenters."

#brian may #freddie mercury #queen #queen band #bohemian rhapsody #roger taylor #rogerina #freddie #john deacon #disco deacy #john deacy #deaky #disco deaky

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marvel-lucy · 4 years ago

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The Ultimate Weapon, chapter 19

This was supposed to be the last chapter, but I wrote a three chapter postscript. Look, it was my first fic, I was young and didn’t know what I was doing. Forgive me.

Weeks later, and a new routine, a new life, had been established. I still met with Sam sometimes to talk things through when I could feel my anxieties building, but I also had others to talk to now. I worked out, I’d started helping Bruce out a bit in the lab and even started studying, trying to catch up on all those years of missed education. Tony called me Professor Molesworth when he saw me sat in the library surrounded by books, but he also sat with me for hours and taught me maths and science. I spent a lot of time with Bucky. Not always talking, or doing anything. I’d sit and study, feet in his lap, he’d read, occasionally we’d look up at each other and smile. We trained together too, both enhanced and a match for each other and the physical tiredness was great. We were almost inseparable – Tony called up Supertwins – both liking the fact there was someone there who understood without explanation, when at times the anger or the fear returned. We started trying to catch up on movies we’d both missed and insisted on more movie nights. We drank a lot of beer and sometimes slept in each other’s arms when the bad dreams came. Things got easier, and I got happy, which is why it was hard when I felt that something was wrong.

I was aware that people were whispering in corners, or stopping talking when I walked into the room. I tried to pass it off as paranoia when silence fell if I came in but it wasn’t. I could feel the old anxieties resurfacing, about my place here, my place in the world, but Sam dismissed them when I tried to talk to him, just repeating that I was wanted here.

I turned to Nat in the end, knowing that she was usually straightforward and honest but I still didn’t get an answer I trusted. She told me that Tony was organising another one of his dinner parties and it was nothing to worry about, that it was just guest lists and menus. She must have seen the disbelief on my face, but reassured me again, saying that people just didn’t want to worry me after the last time, telling me that at least this time Loki wasn’t invited.

Nat said I needed a distraction and so the next day she and Wanda appeared at my door and told me they were taking me out for the day. My agoraphobia had stayed away since I’d got back in the tower, although I didn’t particularly like crowds and felt a bit vulnerable away from walls, but I could live with it. I tried going out at least a few times a week, to practice being out in the real world, and to join in with everything I’d missed, but other than a few trips to the zoo, I was still happier in the Tower.

I didn’t know what Wanda and Nat had planned but when they pulled me into a fancy looking dress store, I groaned. They knew I had zero interest in clothes, we’d been through this before, so I resigned myself to a morning where they tried things on and I nodded and pretended to be able to see a difference between this black dress and that black dress. No such luck.

“Stark likes fancy for his dinner parties, you know that from before.” Nat said, adding “and last time, I lent you a dress and you ended up sleeping in it then wearing it in the shower, if I recall correctly”. I blushed, remembering how hungover I’d been and how I’d felt about Bucky. Wanda was grabbing dresses off the rails and suddenly they were both pulling me into a changing room and started stripping off my clothes. I shrieked, batting their hands away but they insisted I try on dress after dress. While Wanda and Nat inspected me, I stood awkwardly, repeating ‘too tight, too revealing, too bright...’ about most of the dresses until Nat asked me if I was sure I wasn’t actually born in the 20s, because I was acting like an old woman.

After a while, they let me get dressed again and told me they’d choose for me. It was at that point that I realised I had no money. Embarrassed, I pulled them both aside and tried to explain.

“Guys, I don’t actually have money, I mean, I’ve got a few dollars but, I mean, I probably got an allowance when I was 14 but it’s not like I actually have a job or anything now”. They both looked at me and laughed, leaving me blushing heavily.

“You know you have a Stark Card, right?” I must have looked blank. “Nobody gave you one? Ah, we’ll get Jarvis on it when we’re back. You charge whatever you want to your Stark Card, Tony takes care of it. It’s ‘wages’ for being an Avenger. That, and for putting up with Tony. Look, don’t worry about it, it’s all sorted anyway, and Wanda’s already charged it. And no, before you start worrying, you don’t need to feel guilty about it or anything. Stark has enough money for ten times as many Avengers, and I can’t see you being the type to suddenly start buying islands.” I saw that Wanda was now carrying a big bag although I hadn’t had any input into what they’d bought, so I hoped to god it wasn’t the red one they’d been discussing.

Net they dragged me into shoe shops, where at least the fact I was physically well trained made walking in heels possible, if not something I saw any point in. They made me have another haircut, my hair now reaching my shoulders and all the bald patches long gone, then they finally let us go back to the Tower.

“Right, go have a shower Ruby, we’ll leave your stuff in your room for the dinner tonight” Wanda said, shooing me off as I tried to go and get some coffee from the kitchen. I complained, and she told me to go shower and that she’d bring me coffee. I was sticky from the heat so gave in.

When I came out of the shower, the parcels they’d bought were on the bed, and a cup of coffee was on the side. I breathed in the smell, holding the cup against me as I started to look through the bags. Oh hell no, the dress was red. It was the one that I’d rejected as tight, bright, low cut, too noticeable, not me, laughable. Was this some kind of joke? I unwrapped the other parcels, shoes, underwear, make up, but I was not in the mood. I’d wear something else, and take the dress back tomorrow.

Cross, I put my coffee down and went to the closet, flinging the doors open. It was empty. What the hell? I pulled open drawers, nothing. Through gritted teeth, I opened my door and stormed down to Nat’s room in my robe. She was in there with Wanda and they were obviously both expecting me.

“Hey, not dressed yet, you might want to hurry up a bit” Nat grinned.

“Where. Are. My. Clothes” I scowled at them both as they sniggered at me, and Wanda replied, wide eyed and innocent, that they’d left them on my bed. “Not those ones. Come on guys, you know I can’t wear that dress, I’ll look ridiculous and I’ll feel stupid. Just let me have some normal stuff OK?”

Nat got up and pushed me out of the room. “Not a chance. Go put that on or I will get Bucky to come down and knock you out, and dress you myself”. With Nat, you never could tell when she was serious.

I stomped back to my room and held the dress up, groaning. I put it on but I felt stupid. Like a kid trying to look like an adult. I knew I was sulking but I couldn’t stop myself. I just hoped this dinner of Tony’s wasn’t going to involve too many people.

A few minutes later Wanda and Nat both appeared and nodded approvingly to see I was dressed. They approached me threateningly with makeup brushes and did…. stuff…. to my face. Not much luckily, the serum at least meant I had good skin despite the fact I didn’t do anything with it. Nat handed me my shoes and when I put them on, whistled at me.

“Well damn it Ruby if you don’t look sexy as hell” she winked and I rolled my eyes, stomach churning with dread at the teasing I was going to get for trying to look like this.

Wanda called ‘I’ll see you up there’ and left, and Nat took hold of my hands.

“Hey, Ruby, I mean it. You look great, stop worrying. Remember the last dinner, it was fun right?” I nodded. I had been fun in the end. “Good. Come on then, I’m starving plus I look damn good and want to get some appreciation too” she grinned.

We got into the elevator and I expected Jarvis to drop us at the usual level, where the kitchen and communal spaces were. Instead, the doors opened onto the lobby of the function rooms, a beautiful space Tony used for presentations and his gala dinners.

“Wrong floor?” I questioned, but Nat nudged me forward and towards the door. I pulled it open and stepped in.

And ‘SURPRISE!’. My heart raced and if it wasn’t for Nat behind me with a steadying hand, I’d have either turned and run, or else gone straight into attack mode. ‘Happy birthday’ she whispered in my ear, grinning at the success of their plan.

The room was full, all faces I recognised and I was surprised by just how many people it seemed I knew, but it was pretty overwhelming. I hadn’t made it out of the doorway yet, so Nat propelled me forwards as I gaped. Tony was the first to come over, with Pepper. He hugged me and told me not to let Pepper see how beautiful I was or she might feel threatened. Pepper slapped him on the arm and hugged me, wishing me a happy birthday. More and more people drifted over – Steve, Bruce, Sam – all to hug me and grin at the success of their plan. Sam, like Nat, whistled.

“Damn but you look a hell of a lot better than when we fished you out of that Hydra cell” he grinned. “If I didn’t know you already had your eye on someone, I would be trying my very best here”. I knew he was joking – everyone was too polite to tell me how stupid I looked – but I blushed when he said I had my eye on someone. He didn’t know how I felt surely, about Bucky. I wasn’t even sure I knew how I felt.

“I didn’t even know it was my birthday” I said, changing the subject, and Bruce laughed, kissing my cheek.

“21 today!” he said, as Tony added “now we can get you drunk legally, and I’m still determined to get you to try karaoke”.

There were balloons everywhere, damn it, who knew how much I loved balloons? They'd gone to town with them, the floor was full and the kids who belonged to staff in the Tower were having a whale of a time diving into them. I'd have joined them, but apparently I was an adult now? God I loved balloons though. I grinned around the room as I took it all in. Flowers, tables groaning with food and drink, and faces smiling at me all over. Yes, it was overwhelming, but my heart felt full.

I was surrounded for a few more minutes, as people I’d met once or twice before came over, obviously having been kept up to speed with what was going on, Coulson, Lang, Hill, even Fury came over and wished me a happy birthday and an official welcome to the team. I was swamped for a while, then people gradually went back to their conversations and to the food and music. I tried not to show I was looking around but I hadn’t seen Bucky yet and I was disappointed he wasn’t here. As the crowd cleared, and Nat wandered off with Clint to find a drink, I felt a cold hand on the back of my dress. I turned, and Bucky was smiling down at me.

“Wanted to wait until everyone had left you alone” he said. I felt anchored now that he was here. Anchored and something else. Something I’d been trying to ignore for a while but was sure of now I saw him, cleaned up and suited and looking amazing. He leant down and kissed my cheek and I breathed in his smell, dizzying my overloaded senses.

“Happy birthday doll” he whispered against my cheek, his hand tightening on my waist and pulling me into him. I hugged him back and then he stepped back to arm’s length and eyed me up and down.

“Jeez…” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, I’ve got to do this right.” He looked into my eyes. “You are by far the most beautiful woman in this room, and in fact the most beautiful woman I’ve seen. Always thought so but damn that dress just brings it home”. By now my face was as scarlet as my dress. Bucky moved his metal hand up to my cheek, blissfully cold against my flushed skin. “No need to blush, it’s all true, just own it” he grinned, switching to the other cheek. “It’d be an honour to have you on my arm tonight ma’am” he said with an old school charm, and I grinned, hooking my arm over his as we headed to get drinks and food.

It was a great party. People were kind and welcoming and I felt accepted. I drank quite a bit, giddy with a relieved happiness that my paranoia wasn’t justified; giddy with excitement every time Bucky put his arm around me while I was talking to someone, or stood close to my side so I could feel his warmth. Part way through the evening, going to the bathroom, I bumped into Natasha.

“Having a good time?” she asked and I nodded.

“Thanks Nat. For everything”. I’d been thanking people all evening for kindnesses, for presents, for support, it as becoming almost a running joke but I felt insanely grateful and underserving still.

“You’ve already done the thanks bit Ruby. No more! You’re knocking them out in that dress, knew you would” she smiled. “It’s not unnoticed whose eyes can’t leave you tonight, doesn’t take a spy to see something as obvious as the torch Bucky is carrying for you.”

“Bucky’s my best friend Nat. He’s looking out for me because he knows I find crowds difficult. That’s all.” I asserted, and she scoffed, taking a sip from her drink.

“Ruby, take it from someone who knows. Bucky has been into you since you got here. Now that he’s seen you in that dress, he’s got it even worse”. She smiled at me and said “it’s cute” as I rolled my eyes, then she was off, pulling Clint out to dance while he protested, until she pushed up agapist him and he stopped.

By around 2am, most people had gone off to the guest rooms Tony had provided. Clint and Nat were still wrapped around each other and dancing; Sam and Steve were stretched out on couches near the bar, beers in hand. Tony and Pepper were talking to a group of friends about to leave. I was sitting a little tipsily by the door, waiting for Bucky with some water for us both.

He brought it over and I drank it down, keen to avoid the hangover I’d had last time. Bucky took the glass from me and put it down, then held his hand out.

“Dance?” he asked and I laughed, shaking my head.

“Wouldn’t know how Bucky, and I’m probably a bit unsteady on my feet anyway”. Without speaking, he bent down and took my shoes off, leaving my feet against the cool floor.

“Come on doll. I wanna dance with you. You can’t fall off those shoes now, and I’ll hold you up.”

The music was slower and quieter now as he pulled me away from the edge of the room, but avoiding the centre, staying where the light was dimmer. He pulled me in close to him, one arm wrapped around my waist, fingers of the other hand entwined with mine. I put my head on his chest and sighed, and we slowly moved together to the music. Bucky’s head was resting on my hair; I was shorter now without the heels on.

“You had a good birthday doll?” he asked and I nodded against his chest.

“Best one in six years” I replied, able to joke about my past more often now I felt secure in the present. I felt a laugh rumbling through his chest. We continued dancing together, alone in our own corner, talking occasionally but mostly in silence. My senses felt heightened by being so close to him. My skin tingled wherever he touched me and I closed my eyes, the better to remember this feeling. The song finished and another started and we continued to sway together, when Bucky spoke again.

“Hey Ruby?” I looked up, loving the way he made my name sound. “Been wanting to ask you something for a while, now seems as good a time as any.” I waited, our dancing stopping. “Didn’t want to do anything without your permission, you’ve had enough of that, but I wanted to ask if I could kiss you.”

I froze trying to see if he was teasing me, but I could feel his heart beating near mine and risked everything, wanting this so much. I nodded, mouthing ‘yes’ on my breath.

The first kiss was gentle and feather light. He brushed his lips against mine and instantly my body was alive with heat. He rested his forehead on mine, looking down to meet my eyes, silently checking if this was OK. I nodded slightly, and looked at his lips, wanting to feel them on mine again. This time there was more pressure, still slow, as he pressed up against me and my mouth opened to his tongue. He tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth, then kissed the sting away as I smiled against his mouth. Our kisses become firmer, deeper, and I was lost and giddy with my eyes closed, feeling every inch of my body pressed against him and full of desire.

I was lost in the sensation when the peace was shattered by a loud cry of ‘at last’ and I looked over to see Tony standing, arms aloft, doing a little jig. He pointed at us both and shouted ‘at last’ again, and Bucky and I descended into giggles against each other, and then into kisses again.

We stayed there, in each other’s arms, until everyone else had slipped away, not wanting to break contact, then Bucky picked me up, holding me against him, and took me back to his room. I was home.

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ENDGAME was AWESOME but NOT PERFECT (Spoilers)

It was the shortest 3-hour movie I have seen next to Troy (2004) Let me break it down to the good/amazing stuff and the confusing/mediocre stuff. Confusing

1. The FIVE year time jump. We all know that time jumps are generally signs of weak and lazy writing, I know the producers and writers are trying to address every subplot but the fall from grace moments are as essential as the results we have seen our beloved characters in. Nat drowning herself with work, Steve trying to do emotional support for people and help them move on, Clint becoming an assassin (which could have a potential for more intricate scenes) and Tony finally building Pepper a house by the farm or lake, you get that point. What we could have was Pepper building Tony back up, Steve dealing with his failures (which I thought they would do when they began the HQ scene with Tony saying I fucking told you). AND HULK-BANNER JOURNEY TO COOPERATE? (Like Naruto and Kurama finally becoming friends, we have had a whole anime series for that and here, we got nothing.) We could have had those hows, those things that made some of the OG Avengers to just wanna “move on”. 2. The VORMIR plothole. SO Nebula is basically their tour guide in space right? Aside from Rocket. So, why the fuck didn’t she say things about the SOUL STONE MANDATORY SACRIFICE? It’s not a detail you wanna hold back from the team? Logically this detail that killed Gamora, her beloved sister, shouldn’t have kept in the dark. “But it wouldn’t have the same, intensity and gravity if Nebula warned the OG team.” Yeah, so this is telling me, she just stomached everything, somehow arranged and assigned two best buds who mean the world to each other to get the soul stone. How convenient. How fucking convenient.

(for those who are saying Nebula didn’t understand the Soul stone sacrifice at the very first place)

3. The RULES of TIME TRAVEL. I CAN’T ONLY BE THE ONE WHO IS FRUSTRATED by this. We have seen a lot of time travel movies, the ripple effect and the other rules of this shit. You don’t show yourself to people who directly know you, you don’t show yourself to your past self, and lastly, you don’t get to kill your fucking past self and still get to live. They even managed to bring it up themselves, referencing movies. But the only scapegoat they had was, they are gonna return the stones? Thor talking to Queen Frigga, so what do we think about this? Frigga is still going to die by the hands of the Dark Elves with the new experience and information she had by meeting Fluffy Thor from the future. Steve parring with himself? Tho he thinks of himself as Loki. Lastly, NEBULA SHOOTING HERSELF without affecting her future self? AND what would past Thor think of his lost hammer? The only unwrinkled detail here is Banner meeting with the Ancient One. That’s it. 4. STEVE LIVING HIS LIFE. Bitch, we could have closed our eyes with the previous item but this right here is MAJOR shit. HE returned the stones but stayed in his timeline? So, there is not Captain America during some key events for the Shield/dra and the past how many movies we have seen to lead up to this moment? Bitch what? WHAT? I DON’T BUY THIS SHIT. NOT AT ALL. The guy who saved the world just ruined its present timeline for himself. We can forgive you for telling your past self that Bucky is alive, but this part? This has to cause some CHANGES in the present future. I just really wish they have established some ground rules for time travel stuff. Mediocre 5. WHERE DID THAT PEGASUS COME FROM? 6. That rat. How convenient. What a great timing for that rat to sniff around the van, but it felt like the whole Quantum realm solution rested on a convenient rodent? Come on, we could have done better. We could have Tony studying past Stark-collaborations with the Pym particle. Something far more plausible. 7. No one conveniently died from that surprise airstrike? Somehow a lot of things about the plot was convenient.

8. What of Gamora now? Did you just purposely or accidentally erased Gamora’s character development that you would fix it in GotG vol3?

Good

1. Killing Thanos in the first ten fucking minutes. Whilst it gave us the impression of a time travel/parallel universe solution. It made sense, their plan made sense. Thanos was weakened, the gauntlet was damaged, and they have a powerful backup. Get the stones, reverse it boom. Then it was a detour so they just opted for another option with the same plan. Get the stones (from the past), reverse it. 2. Carol Danvers. Everything about Captain Marvel, from her haircut to the fact that she was even downplayed, making it about the OG team to fix it. And that part where she got teary eyed looking at her old friend Fury. We are yet to see her second movie. Her entrance tho, everybody cheered and whistled. Yas KWEEN. That’s our girl. She even carried a whole ship by herself. AND SHE IS GIVEN THE CHANCE TO HAVE A SHOWDOWN WITH THANOS. He only managed to overpower her by kinda cheating and literally using his other hand with the power stone. Given the premise from IW, with his fight with Tony. Carol could have just sealed the deal. 3. Wanda being a wonder. That callback. You’ve taken everything from me. Bitch could have crushed Thanos apart, I even got the sense of some Dark Phoenix schist. (No offense meant to XMEN fans) but then again, Thanos was that desperate, sacrificing his army to get away from Wanda’s grip. 4. New Asgard. A lot says that Thor’s development was erased in this movie, but personally, his depression only registered after a few years as it is different for everyone. He got a beer belly, and boy did he look like a typically mythological god with the dad bod. Valkyrie taking charge of everything is so noble of her. 5. Steve wielding the Mjolnir. Alright, this could have gone straight to the amazing list but then again. He was able to summon thunder? Odin said the power of Thor doesn't reside on the hammer but within himself in Thor Ragnarok. So why was Steve able to blast Thanos with some lightning? But nevertheless, it’s good. I’ll buy it. Maybe they went with “Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."

6. Nat’s sacrifice. It was a very emotional moment, I honestly thought it was going to be Clint, to redeem his killing spree (which we didn't get to see much of) but it ended up with her. She deserved better tho, and Scarjo did an amazing performance.

Amazing (It’s many so I’ll put it in bullets)

Skinny Tony.

“I went for the head.”

Steve’s ass.

Thor’s Fortnite

Carol’s haircut.

Hail Hydra

Howard Potts.

Iron Woman

Ant Man and his tacos

Basically the whole climax

Stark Gauntlet

Hulk and the stairs

Morgan Stark

Spidey Instant Kill

Queen Valk

Captain Samerica

Peggy Rogers

The potato gun kid

“She’s got help.”

“I am inevitable.”

“I am Iron Man”

“It’s okay, you can rest now.”

peace out, I gotta get back to work

#endgame #avengers endgame #spoilers #reviews #movie review #time travel #tony stark #captain amer #thor #hawkmoth #captain marvel #iron man #steve rogers #nebula #marvel #MCU #marvel cinematic universe #marvel spoilers

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 years ago

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Witness : 23

One step forward, two back

moodboard created by @chuuulip

Character(s): dark!Bucky, dark!Steve, too

Masterlist

Warnings: this is a dark!fic, it contains non/dubious-consent elements. Some violence as well at the beginning. It goes without (and with) that this is 18+.

In this chapter: angry Bucky, anal play, sex.

Summary: For all her efforts, the reader just can't seem to get ahead.

Notes: And here you guys go, we're almost to the really interesting part of this series, were on our way up the rollercoaster and about to go over the hump. I hope you all enjoy this one. It's a bit longer and some stuff happens but the next few chapters I think at least are real wild! Y'all we're getting close which means I need to write the last few parts which means I'm going to have to bid farewell to this dark!Bucky (don't worry, you guys still have a number of chapters left) but I'm finding it so hard to say goodbye.

But enough about me, have fun with this one and I'll see you in the replies/reblogs/my inbox ;) . Please let me know what you think about this part and what you think could happen in the next. You all are so wonderful.

You called Allie that night and she agreed to go with you the next morning to the dealership. It was weird. You felt an odd sense of hope. Not because you had any substantial plan but because you were doing something. Because getting a new car was taking back a small piece of your former independence. It had been what? Two months? And it felt as if this oppression had swallowed your entire life. This was a first steps in a series which could end in your freedom. All you had to do was bide your time and be smart. Be patient and don’t do anything rash. Play along and Bucky would never suspect a thing.

You met Allie downstairs and took a cab to the dealership, stepping out in the lot and glancing happily along the rows of hatchbacks, SUVs, and sports cars. You only needed something modest. A car that with decent mileage, dependability, and maybe heated seats. Allie just seemed excited to test drive the vehicles until you reminded her that her license had been suspended.

“Oh, Y/N,” She chimed as the salesman led you to his first suggestion, “Did you get a haircut?”

“You noticed?” You said lightly. As much as you resented the makeover, the hair was actually pretty nice.

“And that top,” She touched the hem of the tight v-neck turtleneck hidden beneath the straight-shouldered leather jacket, “You must be making good money at Stark Tower.”

“I guess,” You shrugged. You did get a pretty decent cheque every week but you had barely touched more than you needed for rent, utilities, and groceries. It felt like tainted money really. Plus, it was reassuring to have a financial pillow to rest on. Without it, you wouldn’t even be able to step foot on the dealership lot.

You turned to the salesman as he started going over the features of the car and you were quite intrigued until he told you the price. “Woah, okay, no.” You tried not to be too pushy, “I told you my budget.”

“I know, but a lady like you should treat herself,” He coozed, “I mean, look at you. You need something to match the look.”

“I’m flattered but I’m not here for a luxury car, I need something to drive every day. I work in an office, not the Playboy mansion.” You hated spending money and this man was not making it any easier.

“You could’ve fooled me,” He winked and you looked to Allie who was thoroughly amused. She was hardly used to you getting all the male attention; it must have been both a relief and a surprise.

“Right, well...we have a few that could work,” The man led you back the way you came and you crossed your arms as you trailed behind with Allie.

“So, tell me, have you ran into Steve Rogers again?” She whispered giddily, “I mean, if I was you, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

“Allie, please,” You rubbed your neck, trying not to flinch.

“Oh, you have? Have you met Tony Stark?” She prodded, “What about--”

“Allie,” Your voice spiked and you caught yourself before you could turn shrill, moderating your voice before you continued. “You know what they do now right? They aren’t the Avengers anymore. They don’t care about the people, it’s money. You just--if it came down to it and there was another New York or another Ultron, well, they might not be so valiant.”

She squinted at you, taken aback, blinking as if you had slapped her. “I know that,” She said quietly, “I just--can you blame a girl for dreaming?”

“I--I’m sorry,” You forced your breath out. ‘I didn’t mean to snap at you, it’s only....it’s a stressful job is all.”

“It’s alright.” She touched your elbow reassuringly, “Let’s just focus on getting you a car.” She turned her attention to the salesman, “Do any of these come in pink?”

You had chosen your car at last. After hours of following around the salesman still trying to upsell you, you had found something comfortable and within your budget. You were given the keys and Allie gladly fell into the passenger seat, ready to head home. As you settled in, key in ignition and about to turn the engine, your phone began to ring and you stirred around in your purse, finding it at the very bottom. ‘Private’ flashed on the screen and you ignored it, ready to tuck it back in your bag but it began to ring again.

You rolled your eyes and hit dismiss again, dropping it into your purse. You made to tuck it behind your seat and your whole bag began to sing. “Just answer it,” Allie begged, “Jesus.”

You swore under your breath and retrieved the phone, hitting answer on the fourth call. “Hello,” You greeted flatly.

“About time,” Bucky’s voice was agitated. You fucked up. “You don’t ignore my calls.”

“I didn--” You were cut off before you could make up an excuse, his tone was dangerous.

“I’ve been waiting at your apartment for an hour and then I call and you ignore me. This isn’t good, Y/N,” He was livid. “Now, I hope you’re on your way home because good girls don’t run away.”

“I’m not, I just--I’m at the dealership,” You glanced at Allie who was entirely uninterested in the phone call as she typed on her own screen. “I just got a new car. I’m just about to leave.”

“Good,” He huffed, “But don’t think you’re going to get off easy. When I call, you answer. The first time.” With that, he hung up and you were left holding the silent phone to your ear. Fuck. “Is it alright if I just drop you off at your place?” You asked Allie, “I have to work tomorrow and still have some cleaning to do.”

“Cleaning?” She raised an eyebrow, not looking away from her phone. “That sounded like a guy on the phone.”

“It was, but not one I’m interested in,” You lied, “Work stuff.”

“Ah,” She accepted though her cadence was unconvinced, “Yeah, you can just drop me off. I’m going to call Ryan again. He’s a fun one.”

You shook your head as you put away your phone, turning the key as anxiety filled your chest. This drive wouldn’t be long enough.

When you walked into your apartment, it was dark. Your heart was racing as you found your living room empty, an eerie silence rising around you. Slowly you made your way to your bedroom but Bucky wasn’t there. Confused, you dropped your purse and cautiously peeled off your jacket, hanging it on the chair and leaning on the arm to pull of your boots. You turned around and a figure appeared in the door, flipping the light switch as he entered.

Bucky gave you no chance to react as he charged towards you, his metal hand on your throat as he forced you back to the bed. Your knees met with the edge of the mattress and you fell back onto it with a stifled cry. He held you down, getting close so that he could speak in your ear. “I don’t like waiting.” He hissed. You stared at him, your chest felt airy and heavy all at once. Just a day ago, he had been mild, almost sweet, and now, he was the same mercenary who had sat with his gun aimed at you that night when it had all been taken from you. You clawed at his vibranium fingers, trying to get enough air to speak. Your lips opened and closed but no noise came. You reached up and tapped on his shoulder, begging for him to release you. At last, he removed his grip, instead grabbing you by your hair and holding you in place. “I can’t hear you.” He said mockingly.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Your throat stung as you spoke, “I didn’t mean to be bad. I was only--”

“Prove to me that you are sorry,” He scoffed, his fingers untangled from your hair and wrapped around your upper arm, shoving you up. You sat on the edge of the bed and rose slowly, trying to catch your breath. “You have thirty seconds to get undressed.”

He leaned back on his hands and watched you expectantly. You were trembling as you shed your tight top and slipped out of your jeans, your panties dragged to the floor with them. You struggled to unclasp your bra, the only piece of armour left to you, and Bucky grunted impatiently. He stood up and tore it open, snapping the band and letting it fall to the carpet. His hand was around the back of your neck in an instant and he was leading you back towards the bed.

“Bend over,” He ordered and you obeyed, just at the side of the bed, placing your hands on the mattress to hold yourself steady. He smacked your ass and you cried out in pain. He pressed his crotch to your ass, rubbing the rough denim of his jeans against you, igniting your core. “Stay just like that.” He pulled back and slapped you again. “You move and there will be worse to come.”

He stepped away and you watched him as best as you could around your own body. “Head forward,” He warned and you snapped your eyes to the bed spread. You heard him moving around, coming nearer as he dropped his black duffel beside you. He unzipped the bag, a grin on his face, and knelt beside you. “I’m going to give you one more chance to be a good girl.” His voice was smoother, “We still have some work to do. So I want you to stay as you are. Exactly like this,” He ran his hand down your back, goosebumps rising in its stead, “No matter what, you cannot move. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” You breathed shakily. His touch and the unspoken threat sent a chill through you.

“If you’re bad, this only going to be even harder,” He smiled and his finger glided down your arm, “Now, let’s begin.” He stood and searched through his duffel, pulling out clear bottle of lube and a rubber plug, this one bigger than the previous one. You let out an audible groan and he tutted at you. “You can make all the noise you want,” He came up behind you again, “Just don’t move.” He squirted the cool lube onto your ass, tossed the bottle onto the bed and began to spread it along your crack, his finger circling your hole. You tensed but kept yourself still. “Remember to breathe.”

He inserted a finger, pulling it in and out before adding a second. It stung but not as much as the first time. He felt around, as if testing the resistance. He slid his fingers out and pressed the rubber to your hole, easing it in a little at a time. At first, it wasn’t so bad but as he got to the wider part of the toy, you felt the uncomfortable fullness and stretching begin. You bit down on your lip, letting only muffled groans through. As he finished inserting the plug, your arms buckled and you fell forward, face on the bed as you shook.

“You moved,” He slapped your ass, the intense pressure ringing through you. “Bad girl.” You heard a zipper and he bent over you, his voice low as he spoke in your ear. “I know it’s hard but it will get easier. Your body will come to accept it; to long for it.” He stood and his hands ran the curve of your torso, “For now, I can at least help you adjust.”

He pulled his cock from his pants and pressed it to your pussy. Despite the pain, your own juices had mixed with the excess lube and he slid into you easily. He began to fuck you, jostling the plug as his thrusts grew harder and deeper. Your moans and whines were lost in the blanket, your arms bent over your head as you tried to keep your legs from collapsing.

“You see what happens when you’re a bad girl,” His words were stuttered with his motion, his flesh clapping against yours in between. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” He pulled out and you felt his hot cum spurt out onto the back of your thigh. You remained as you were until his hand rested on your waist and guided you forward so that you lay on your stomach across the bed.

“Please,” You writhed and reached back, “Take it out. Please, I’ll be good.”

Bucky laughed and pulled your hand away from your ass. “Maybe, if you had followed the rules, I would have had the mercy of giving you a smaller plug but since you think it’s okay to ignore me, well, I just had too see how tough you really are.” His hand was on your ass, rubbing the tender flesh and irritating your stretched hole. “You see, this is a part of you training. Now that you know the rules, even if you don’t always obey them,” He pinched your ass sharply as he spoke, “There are other things you need to learn.”

“Please, please,” You babbled. A heavy weight settled in your ass and you needed relief desperately.

“No.” He barked. “I won’t tell you again. And don’t you dare try taking it out yourself.” He pushed himself up from the bed, tucking his cock back into his jeans. “I will remove it for you tomorrow.”

“What?” You were careful not to move too quickly as you turned to look at him, “But I have to work.”

He shrugged and smirked, retrieving the lube and throwing it back in his bag. He hooked the strap over his shoulder and strode coolly to the door. “You said you’d be a good girl.”

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“SWAG BAG-GATE” MYSTERY SOLVED: Cait wasn’t at the afterparty so Sam had to pick up her swag bag for her 🛍🤦‍♀️

The tinhatters appeared to be desperately reaching for straws to keep their ship afloat in the past two days.

It must have rattled them to see Tony had come with Cait to the BAFTA Scotland 2019 Awards.

It must have rattled them to see Cait’s wedding ring set displayed on her left ring finger yet again.

So they went wild for what they assumed was Sam behaving like a “true husband” in a photo where he was carrying both his own and Cait’s swag bag.

Here were some of the over-the-top comments from one post about this:

“Sam bringing gifts bags from Bafta HOME along with his Wife’s gifs bags🥰🥰”

“To me this is huge! So why not the implied husband not carry her bag of goodies himself. Well, because he’s a prop. Looking unkempt! The guy needs a haircut! The real hubby has taken charge, collected her goodies bag and going home to the same address!”

“This is SO RICH……and they call us nuts for KNOWING and daring to SPEAK the truth. I love these pictures….real keepers to reblog the hell out of them.”

Well, dear tinhatters, you might think you are “KNOWING and daring to SPEAK the truth” but your “truth” is a made up narrative that doesn’t exist.

So here’s the actual truth:

Cait wasn’t at the afterparty, so she wasn’t there to pick up her swag bag. Consequently, Sam picked it up for her.

End of story.

Please pay attention to the actual truth tinhatters, and please don’t make “swag bag-gate” a part of your “canon.” You will only look desperate if you do.

#samcait debunk #swag bag-gate #samcait tinhatter nonsense #sam heughan #caitriona balfe #bafta scotland 2019

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Why Some Classic Spidey Villains Are Being Reimagined

We've known for a while that we're getting a fresh take on the likes of Molten Man and Hydro-Man in Spider-Man: Far From Home but what's wrong with the comic book versions of these villains?

"The real nerdy inside joke here is that they're based on B-level Spider-Man baddies," executive producer Eric Carroll explains. "There is actually a villain in the comics called Hydro-Man, who's a guy made out of water but wears a t-shirt and has a haircut..." In other words, they were too silly to be adapted in a straightforward manner, hence why they're now "Elementals."

Carroll adds that the idea was to make them "kind of scary and threatening...for all the comic fans keeping score, it'll be fun to see Hydro-Man brought to the big screen in a way we think is pretty cool."

Did Spider-Man And Nick Fury Meet In Avengers: Endgame?

Spider-Man and Nick Fury were both at Tony Stark's funeral, so why does the former S.H.I.E.L.D. Director say that it's nice to meet him in the teaser trailer? While we've since assumed that it was a line recorded solely for that preview, Jon Watts has now further confused matters! "No, it's not a fake-out," he claims. "They actually talk about why they didn't talk in that...it's not a fake-out. But there is more to [this subject] than meets the eye." What if Peter's parents were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and killed in the line of duty? (they worked for the C.I.A. in the comics)

Mysterio's Helmet Will Be VFX

That's right, if you were hoping for some behind the scenes photos of Jake Gyllenhaal walking around with a fishbowl helmet on his head, you're going to be pretty disappointed as it's 100% CGI.

"When we introduce a new character [from the comics], we try to boil them down to what is iconic about them and hang on to that," Carroll explains, "but also in a way that translates to film, because obviously some of this is a little bit goofy."

"But speaking of goofy," he continues, "Mysterio will have a fishbowl helmet. It'll be added digitally."

We're Not Getting A "Dark" Take On Peter Parker

Peter may be mourning for Iron Man in Spider-Man: Far From Home but that doesn't mean we should expect a dark take on the superhero. "[This] isn't the start of a new, dark 'emo' phase for Peter," Watts confirms. "Even though he's gone through all these dramatic and traumatic events, he's still the same Peter Parker we know and love." "It's seeing how he deals with those things that's interesting for me," Watts concludes.

Iron Man's Secret Lab

In the trailers for the movie, we've seen Peter Parker working in what appears to be a hi-tech lab of some sort (and there's a lot of speculation that it's where he creates that red and black costume).

Well, the magazine reveals that this is actually a secret workshop in the back of the Stark Jet which includes a huge robotic arm and plenty of tools so, yes, it's easy to imagine the wall-crawler using it here.

The Action Is Bigger And Better

"A lot of the stunts are really more explosive than in the first one," claims Ned actor Jacob Batalon. "I feel like Homecoming was more about getting your feet wet; this one really goes for it."

That's a sentiment Tom Holland agrees with. "A lot of the action in Homecoming was kind of private, more contained. This one is much more global. We've got a lot of screaming extras!"

Where The Stealth Suit Comes From...

"Nick Fury provides Spidey with this outfit," Carroll reveals, "which is very much in the world of what you see with Black Widow and other S.H.I.E.L.D. characters." However, it still features some familiar elements.

Michael Mooney, an associate costume designer on the movie, explains that "The new suit still has the good old-fashioned web-shooters. It's a slightly different model in order to make them fit on, but they're the tried and tested bog-standard shooters."

...And How It Differs To Peter's Other Costumes

It may have the same web-shooters but there is one crucial difference here. "His Stark suit, which we saw in Homecoming, has all the tech built underneath it," says Graham Churchyard, the costume FX supervisor. "This one isn't made by Stark, so all the tech is on the outside; it's a lot more armoured, but still very mobile."

He adds that, "It's made by Robyn Gebhart, who's worked on every Spider-Man costume since the Tobey Maguire days. She knows the ins and outs of a Spider-Man costume."

"Michelle Jones"

We know that MJ's first name is Michelle but the magazine refers to her as Michelle Jones and that pretty much confirms that while she may be a different take on Mary Jane Watson, she's also a totally new character. "It's cool to be small in the beginning of a series, and grow into something later,"Zendaya says.

As for whether romance will blossom between MJ and Peter Parker, the actress chose her words carefully. "There's no hooking up in this movie. Of course, there's chemistry between the characters. They're, what, 16 year old kids going on a cool trip together, trying to figure out what they're feeling, or if they even have a feeling. Maybe we don't, maybe we're just friends."

Where Does It Fit In The MCU's Timeline

We know that Spider-Man: Far From Home takes place after Avengers: Endgame but is it part of Phase 3 or Phase 4? While it was previously reported to be the start of the latter, Marvel Studios President Kevin Feige has since said it closes out Phase 3, so which is it?

"Kevin said recently that this movie is technically the end of Phase 3," director Jon Watts says, "so I'll defer to Kevin on Phase-related questions!" Well, that pretty much answers that as it is ultimately down to Feige whether this movie is ends or opens a Phase.

Why Nick Fury Targets Spider-Man

It's pretty weird that Nick Fury would choose to track down Spider-Man on his summer vacation to help battle The Elementals, right? "You know, you have to think of Fury's perspective as well," Watts says. "He' was Snapped out for the last five years, just like Spidey, then brought back." "So now you have this character who's always known everything, always been in charge, who literally created the Avengers...and he's on the back foot, probably for the first time in his life. He needs to rebuild his team, and he's got a high school kid dodging his calls. He's not going to be happy!"

How Does The Multiverse Fit Into The Movie?

"God, it's tough," Watts says when asked about the Marvel Multiverse. "I mean, after the events of Endgame, it kind of feels like anything is possible."

"Time travel, switching dimensions, old Cap...I mean who knows?" The filmmaker did, however, make it clear that at least one element from Avengers: Endgame won't be touched on here. "We don't do any time travel. I can say that. The Russos already did that!"

Balancing Practical And Visual Effects

"It's really inspiring to actually be on location, blowing things up," Watts says when asked about the increased level of action in this movie. "It's very different than when you're, you know, against greenscreen on a stage in Atlanta. You feel that the world exists outside the frame."

"When you're dealing with Mysterio, who's flying around, or Spider-Man, who shoots webs and jumps really far, there's only so much you can get away with practically." However, he made a point of starting with a "real-life shot" and enhancing that rather than creating something totally from scratch.

Why Spider-Man: Far From Home Is A Good Palette Cleanser

Ant-Man and Ant-Man and The Wasp served as palette cleansers after Avengers: Age of Ultron and Avengers: Infinity War, and this time it's down to the wall-crawler to take on that role. "We think it's fun to sort of counter-programme with our movies," says Carroll. "After Endgame, this is a like a dessert - something where you can relax and not worry about it getting too dark, because it's a Spider-Man movie."

Is Sandman In The Movie?

In terms of the Elementals, we know that Hydro-Man and Molten Man are being re-imagined, but what about that rock/sand-like creature in Mexico? Is that a new take on Sandman? "We went digging and found characters," Carroll teases in regards to him and another unseen Elemental. "I'm not going to say exactly which ones yet, because we want to leave some dots for fans to connect."

Is Jon Watts Willing To Return For A Sequel?

Asked what might come next for the wall-crawler in the MCU, Watts says: "He's such a relatable character. I've never had a problem coming up with something new for Peter Parker to do, because I could watch Peter Parker do anything."

Does that mean he's already hard at work developing a third chapter? "It's always at the back of my mind, but I try to stay focused on one movie at a time," he says, refusing to get into specifics about what that could possible entail.

What Tom Holland Hopes To Do Next

As for Tom Holland's hopes for the future, he says he's "excited" for that. As for which villain he'd like to face next, the actor said: "I know you want me to say Venom! That's who you want me to say!" "I don't know. Honestly, that's way above my level. I just fight whoever they put in front of me..." Well, if recent rumours are to be believed, that could indeed end up being Tom Hardy's Venom.

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“Dance with me.” For brucethor please!

Bruce didn’t dance. Ever. For all of his illustriously short career as a human being, Bruce had danced probably once, and that was at his Aunt Rebecca’s wedding. When he was three.

After that, there was no dancing. A little something along the lines of “my dad fucking sucks and I hate him a lot, he’s too controlling” etc., with added trauma blah blah blah.

“You going to homecoming this year?” Tony asks. Tony Stark is someone who Bruce never thought he’d be friends mainly because a.) Tony Stark is not afraid to act like an asshole to literally anybody, and b.) Most of the rumors are not true and started by Tony himself, who likes to weed out the people he doesn’t want ot hang out with.

“No,” Bruce says. “I have a college exam to study for.”

“How many are you taking, fifty? There’s not that much. Besides, you want to go to Culver and they’re practically offering to pay you a livable salary to go there.”

“No college pays a livable salary to students, they’re delusional,” Bruce says with a shrug. “But I want to make sure my back-up colleges will accept me as well.”

“Just apply for a school in Florida, they take anyone. Case in point, Justin Hammer got offered a place at Florida State.”

“I’ll check that one off my list.”

Tony laughs, taking another cracker out of his lunch.

“But seriously, you should go to homecoming. Everyone does, and it’s your senior year. You should get some new experiences in besides studying for a new biology course that you’re taking online.”

“Harvard let one out, I think I might apply for that.”

“Ugh, you’re so boring.”

“You’re the one who sits with me at lunch every day,” Bruce reminds him. “I’m so sure that Bucky Barnes would just be dying to have you sit with him. Or just be with him.”

Tony turns to see Bucky staring at him across the table.

“That’s ridiculous. He’s probably looking at the lunch menu for tomorrow. Speaking of, if it’s cheese pizza I’m going to barf.” Bruce rolls his eyes, but doesn’t bother to tell Tony that Bucky thinks he built the universe.

“You’re a millionaire, I’m sure Jarvis could get you some caviar or whatever it is our government officials eat.”

“I’m not part of the government, darling.”

“You’re made of money, you have more sway than the president,” Bruce says.

Tony thinks it over, humming.

“True. Think I could get sustainable energy bills passed if I make the conservatives think it’s their idea?”

“Possibly. You’d have to dumb it down way more than you did for Rumlow.”

“Shoot me,” Tony moans, slumping down on the table.

Bruce snorts, glancing to the clock. He starts gathering up his things and taking all the trash and recycling to the correct bins.

They walk together, and Bruce tries very hard not to see Thor barging down the stairs, laughing loudly with Brunnhilde Valkyrie and Carol Danvers as they go for the next lunch shift.

“I think Thor doesn’t have a date to homecoming,” Tony says. “And you’d be great arm candy.”

“About as good as Red Vines,” Bruce mutters.

“Your hatred of that candy knows no bounds.”

“It shouldn’t even be legally called candy, I think anyone who eats it is a freak of nature.”

“Very true. We should banish them to Siberia.”

Tony and Bruce don’t share the next class. Tony is taking some anthropology class solely so he can have a class with both Rhodey and Pepper. Bruce doesn’t know why people think Tony is this suave asshole who has no friends, because Tony is about the most affectionate guy on the planet.

The last hour of the day is Bruce’s favorite. It’s a cinema class, one that’s required this year because Bruce has exhausted the school of every possible science credit and math credit.

“You need to take some arts,” Bruce’s counselor, Mrs. May said. Melinda May is a very terrifying woman who has deceptively nice desk decorations that usually indicate a woman who likes to talk about tea. Mrs. May asked Bruce if he knew how to throat-punch someone, and if he would like to learn.

“Um, how is that relevant?”

“It’s not. But you do well in school, it’s clear you care about your grades. I have nothing to discuss with you since you’ve done college applications early and applied for financial aid and scholarships. You’re basically a very responsible eighteen year old. So, do you want to learn how to throat-punch someone?”

He does learn, and he also learns that he needs at least one more art credit.

But the cinema class is one of the easiest classes. Everyone knows that it’s basically just watching a movie, writing a one-page reflection, and you occasionally get to nap. Bruce usually finishes up some applications, gets a snack in, and stares at Thor.

Not in that order. Sometimes he needs to stare at Thor first.

Thor is a very attractive person. He is smart, compassionate, and has very nice arms. He also knows how to care for long hair. This is a plus in many people’s books, Bruce’s included.

Thor loves watching the movies and talking with friends in low tunes. Bruce sometimes gets involved in this discussion if they’re watching an interesting movie. Bruce likes that, that Thor turns and asks him what he thinks.

The movie they’re watching currently is a musical, something Bruce rarely likes because he was forced to take a theater class last year, and now he legally can’t be around theater kids if he wants inner peace.

It’s The Sound of Music. Bruce likes looking at the scenery.

“Bruce, what do you think about it?” Thor asks.

“Um…I really like the scenery. And Julie Andrews is always a good choice.”

“I agree.”

It’s quiet after that, until the DVD player shorts out and the teacher runs to the IT department, which probably won’t do something unless they pull Tony out of his class to fix it.

The conversations flow evenly over the classroom, and Bruce focuses back in on his application for a new science course for the summer. If he can fit in one more credit hour, it shortens his college by one year, meaning he can graduate in three years instead of four, and then look onto graduate school.

“What about homecoming?” Sif asks Thor. “I’m taking Jane, we’re shopping for suits soon. Who are you taking?”

“I’m not sure,” Thor says. “Haven’t found anyone since Val decided to take Helen.”

Bruce perks up a little bit. He doesn’t know why he does, because it’s not like he wants to go to homecoming anyway.

Well, he wouldn’t mind it. Sure he’d need to buy a too-expensive shirt, but then he could use that shirt again for any official business meetings when he applies for internships, so–

“Bruce, what are you doing?”

Bruce blinks, looking at Thor.

“Um, right now I’m trying to sign up for a new biology class, so uh…”

“I meant for homecoming.”

“Oh!” Bruce is surprised. “Um, I don’t know. I was thinking about staying, but I’m not sure yet. I heard that Pepper’s really trying hard this year to get better decorations.”

“Dude, then it’d be totally worth it,” Sif says. “If Pepper’s in charge, that means this homecoming won’t be the fiasco it was last year.”

Last year, they did not have a good homecoming, Bruce heard. Pepper had an extended leave due to personal circumstances. She’s basically the backbone of the planning committee, and she had not started seriously training the newbie, Darcy. The homecoming the worst in existence, especially since the principal chose the music and all of it was from the early 2000s.

“I might, I don’t know. I have no idea what Tony’s doing. He wants me to go, but I think Bucky might ask him.”

“Barnes thinks Tony Stark hung the world on its axis,” Thor says, grinning. “But hey, you could always come with us.”

“Um…okay. That’d be great.”

So Bruce has homecoming plans.

Tony doesn’t know about this until a week later, when they’re sitting at lunch together and Tony is telling him all about the homecoming ask that he had gotten from Barnes, which was very ridiculous and completely made Tony cry when he got home.

(Not that Tony would ever admit to this, but he snapchatted Bruce at least fifteen different videos of what were essentially keysmashes in vocal chords.)

“So, have you changed your mind about homecoming?”

“Um, Thor asked me to be part of his group.”

Tony’s eyes bug out.

“Thor asked you out?!”

“What? No!” Bruce says. “He just told me I could join the group. So I need a shirt.”

“If you decide to wear that ugly yellow one your grandmother got you two years ago, I will literally kill you.”

“It’s not that ugly.”

“That yellow is from 1978 corporate business in Milwaukee, it’s disgusting.”

“I’ll be sure to find something else, then,” Bruce says dryly. “Maybe eggplant purple.”

“I will make sure you go in Versace if you keep this up.”

But Bruce goes shopping Friday afternoon with Pepper and Tony and Rhodey, who all have looks in mind.

“What are you thinking about, Bruce?” Rhodey asks.

“Um…I don’t know. A shirt? Maybe a tie?”

“You’re not a tie guy,” Pepper answers. “We’ll find you a nice shirt that compliments your eyes. Also, how do you feel about a haircut.”

“What kind of haircut?”

“A good one, obviously,” Tony scoffs.

So they sign him up for a hair appointment Saturday morning, and they look for nice shirts.

Bruce will not dare wear anything that’s bright, like red or yellow or god-forbid the dark green shirt that Tony said made him look “amazing.”

“That’s just…no,” Bruce says. “Green really isn’t my color.”

“I think it fits you,” Tony says. “But whatever.”

Bruce actually starts texting Thor, who is very funny and knows the memes that he likes. They talk about dinner plans for homecoming, and what restaurant to go to.

“I just don’t want there to be a lot of people, you know?” Thor says at lunch. Bruce and Tony have started to merge their two groups of people now, who get along quite well after the initial groupchat make via Tony.

“Yeah, me either,” Bruce says. “I really don’t want to run into someone like Rumlow.”

“Well, what about fixing a dinner at someone’s house?” Pepper asks. “That way, it’s more cost-effective.”

Tony agrees to host it because he and Rhodey are wanting to try a new pasta recipe and they can get the ingredients in bulk.

“Did you end up picking out a shirt?” Thor asks. “I know that you hated the green one. I thought that looked good.”

“You did?” Bruce asks, trying very hard not to blush.

He failed.

“Yeah,” Thor says. “Made the eyes pop. But you didn’t like it, so it doesn’t matter. What color are you wearing?”

“Um, purple. A light one, though. Not anything that’s gross or anything like that.”

(Sometimes, Bruce really wishes that he could just. Speak normally in front of his crush. Actually, all the time.)

“Cool. I bet you’ll look handsome.”

“Thanks,” Bruce manages to get out, taking a sip of water. “And you’re gonna look great too. I mean, you always do, but like with a suit it’s different so–”

“You think I look great?”

“I’d be a fool not to,” Bruce answers automatically. Then immediately regrets it because who the fuck says that????????

Tony gives him a look when he gives him a ride home.

“You’re in too deep,” Tony says.

“Quit quoting Sum 41 at me.”

“Then quit avoiding the subject,” Tony says. “And I wasn’t quoting Sum 41. I just think you’re majorly crushing on Thor and you’re not going to do anything about it.”

“Why would I?” Bruce asks. “This is the last year of high school, and he’s probably going to go somewhere else for college. You know I don’t like long distance.”

“You don’t mind long distance, you do it all the time,” Tony says. “You push people away because you can’t imagine people wanting to care for you.”

“Since when did you pass psychology with an A?”

“Since I made Freud my bitch. I don’t wanna make you mad, Bruce, but I still think you should at least try with Thor. You deserve it.”

Bruce sits in the car, sipping on his water.

“I’ll consider it.”

And he will. Because despite Tony usually making a joke out of everything and giving Bruce very useless advice all the time, he does have some moments of clarity. This is one of them.

Tony’s one of the few people who knows why Bruce studies so much and wants to go far away from his house and why. Tony doesn’t blame him, because Tony hates being in the same room as his father and is uncomfortable when people show him affection without wanting something. But they’re both getting better.

Besides. Bruce has a little bit of a feeling that usually people don’t say that they liked you in the green shirt if there’s not something there. But he’ll wait for the dinner.

Bruce is glad that Pepper told him not to get a tie, he’s having trouble buttoning the shirt itself. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, or why he hopes to god that he doesn’t get pit stains on the shirt. He put on deodorant six times throughout the day, and nothing has happened, but he’s nervous.

He gets to Tony’s half an hour early to help get the dishes and silverware out, and also hopefully be convinced that things are going to be fine.

Dinner is nice. Thor sits next to Bruce specifically, and Bruce even gets so bold as to laugh out loud and ask if Thor will save him a dance.

“For you? Of course,” Thor says.

The dance looks beautiful. Pepper is making sure everything is good, make sure the sophomores deny Tony’s requests to play the most obscure songs he can think of, and that no one is getting too drunk with the drinks they smuggled in.

Thor dances easily, while it takes Bruce a little bit to warm up.

“Time for the couples dance!” A teacher announces cheerily.

Bruce thinks to step back, watching as Bucky shyly takes Tony’s hand and leads him out.

He’s surprised when he gets a tap on his shoulder.

“Would you, ah, care for a dance? With me?” Thor asks. He seems nervous. Bruce blinks.

“Um, shit. Yeah.”

Bruce is not eloquent, but he feels it as Thor takes him around the room. He grins as he looks at Thor.

“So. A couples dance. That mean anything?”

“If you want it to,” Thor says. “I’d like to take you out on a date sometime, if you’re interested.”

“I am,” Bruce says. “Most definitely I am. Besides, you said I still need to try the bakery by the bookstore off fiftieth.”

“That can be our first destination.”

They smile at each other, and for the moment everything is perfect. They don’t know what the future holds, but that’s okay.

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So I saw Endgame! [spoilers]

To save your feed from nasty spoilers, here's a cut!

Overall, this movie was half-epic awesome and half...well, not.

The Good!

+As always, it was so great to see all of our favorite Avengers interacting and working together, especially at the end. Nebula and Tony playing games in space -- Natasha's friendships with Steve and Clint -- Scott fawning over Steve -- Tony and Steve teaming up to get the tesseract and more of Hank Pym's formula -- Nebula connecting with her past self and Gamora -- PETER REUNUTING WITH HIS PAPA TONY -- these characters and their bonds are what make all of these movies. There are a few I feel that got a bit overlooked, but to be fair, there are so, so many that it's not hard to see why not all of them could be in the spotlight.

+All of the action was well-choreographed and executed. It never felt one-note and it never dragged, at least for me.

+STEVE USING MJOLNIR, HELLZ YES. I cheered like an idiot when that happened.

+Even though I saw it coming, Tony's sacrifice was still well-written and not only fit his character but also the story. RDJ couldn't have asked for a better exit from the Marvel film franchise.

+Scott's reappearance after five years was great too! His reunion with Cassie got me kind of emotional -- such a proud daddy!

+As much as I do have problems with Steve's ending (which I'll come back to), I liked that it saluted the Falcon taking over the mantle of Captain America as he does in the comics.

+That whole bit with all of the ladies charging in after Captain Marvel -- total girl power, man!

+Tony and his daughter Morgan's interactions made me laugh -- who knew Tony could be such a good daddy? I always support good daddies. (And "I love you 3000"? My heart.)

+Thanos accessing Nebula's memories and thoughts because the technology in both her past and future selves are on the same network was actually kind of clever, and I loved how Gamora decided to fight with future!Nebula for the hope that they could really be sisters like she claims.

+All of the comments about Steve's ass made me laugh so hard. Looks like it's canon now, guys: Tony has given Steve's ass and what flatters it notable attention.

+Hey, Carol. Nice haircut. ❤️

The Not-So-Good...

+I must admit, half the reason I dreaded seeing this movie as well as Infinity War was that I knew that any deaths in Infinity War would inevitably be completely undone in Endgame, effectively canceling out any fatal stakes you could assign to the Cinematic Universe. It's something I hate about Marvel and DC comics, that in their long history, there are so many ways to bring characters back from the dead that you either don't believe they're actually dead or are left wondering why they're still dead. At least in Harry Potter, Harry surviving the Killing Curse (both times) was a fluke -- something that only came about by extreme chance that most people wouldn't have, something that could only have happened to Harry. That makes it so we still feel something when people die, and therefore care about what's going to happen. But yeah, sure enough, all the deaths in Infinity War basically get undone, thanks to some time travel and magic stones. It unfortunately almost had to be like this, if this story was going to be told, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't like that aspect of the story. This invalidation of stakes wouldn't hurt as much if this was the last film Marvel ever made, but really, with how much money Marvel could make with the remaining cast of characters, I sort of doubt that.

+The filmmakers try to give some logical explanation to the time travel thing, but in the end, thanks to Steve's decision (which I'll get into), it's kind of thrown into question again. The idea was that they wouldn't be able to change the future by going back in time...and yet I can't see Steve not trying to do anything to hinder Bucky's suffering in the past, if he was back there. Yes, maybe it wouldn't change future!Bucky, but it would still be his best friend. And Steve's return to civilian life in the past would surely influence some things, wouldn't it? Wouldn't him living a life back then involve him getting a job, earning accolades for his past service, making friends, having children...anything? The alternate universe scenario proposed by the Ancient One would inevitably have to happen if Steve stayed behind, which was the whole reason he supposedly went back to put the stones where they were in the first place!!

+Okay, and now finally what I've been leading up to...Steve. As appropriate as Tony's ending was, Steve's was just as inappropriate in my mind. Steve not only had gotten over Peggy in previous films, where he got to speak with her as an old woman and make peace with the life they never got to have, but Steve was actively moving on. He had been dating Sharon Carter. He had developed close friendships with the other Avengers. He had an entire scene where he preached to others the value of dealing with grief productively and growing despite it...only to run back to the past as soon as he got the chance? And this isn't even touching how terrible of a friend this makes Steve, leaving Bucky behind and not even bothering to talk to him about what he was doing. Steve barely even spoke to Bucky in this movie: even after Bucky came back from the dead, Steve never had a proper reaction. They never fought side by side, exchanged affectionate one-liners, hugged, nothing. And this is Bucky we're talking about, the guy who Steve let beat him within an inch of his life -- who Steve protected from Tony -- who Steve openly and painfully grieved during Infinity War. And Bucky not only is left out in the cold by Steve, but Bucky thinks the Falcon should be the sole person to talk to him after his decision becomes clear. Bucky should have confronted Steve. He should have been angry. He should've asked why Steve didn't ask him to come too, didn't ask if he wanted to. Bucky deserved a happy life just as much as Steve did, after all the horrible things they went through. Why did Steve deserve to go back in time and live happily, and not Bucky? Why was Steve okay with the fact that he wouldn't see his best friend for decades? Why was Steve comfortable with the thought that Bucky would have to watch his best friend die of old age not long after just fighting side by side with him? Not only does this ending break Steve's character, but it doesn't match his arc at all. He was adapting well to the present -- he was growing, he was evolving. And yet his ending ended up being running back to when things were simpler, running back to the past like a coward instead of embracing the future. FUCK. THAT.

+I really didn't care for either Clint or Thor's development in the five year time jump. For Clint, as much as I like the parallels the script made between him and Natasha in regards to the awful things they've done, I still have difficulty seeing someone who was so devoted to S.H.I.E.L.D. being a ruthless, lawless, out-of-control assassin, even if he did lose his whole family. But Thor's characterization was so much worse. Thor has always been funny in the movies, as are a lot of the characters, but something I always loved about him in the series was how he balanced humor, sincere emotions and being a total bad ass. In this film...yeah, he's almost entirely there for laughs. He had a few bad-ass moments, but he didn't get the chance for much sincere pathos, when he kind of deserved some. The loss of Loki and how Thor dealt with it is never really addressed after the five-year time jump. Loki in general actually doesn't get addressed after he gets the tesseract either -- that almost inevitably will have to be a spin-off, but...hey, yeah, if Loki's still unaccounted for, then Bruce's promise to not let any alternate timelines pop up is already going to be broken, isn't it? The God of Mischief has a hold of the tesseract.

+As much as I liked the thought of Bruce being able to balance out the two sides of himself, I preferred the execution from what little I've seen of Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, where Hulk is the dominant personality but listens to Bruce more often and is therefore smarter than he was previously. In this version Bruce almost seems out of touch with his Hulk side when he tries to fight at first, even if he's now green all the time. It's just less entertaining, and seeing how Bruce evolved to the point where Banner and Hulk are interacting peacefully could've been an interesting thing to show over the course of several movies rather than something just alluded to after a time jump.

+Does everyone's vision of retirement involve moving out to a farm? Like, seriously, both Thanos and Tony do this. Thanos is almost comical, but Tony's just doesn't make sense to me. He just dropped his whole company, all of his weapons, protecting the world, everything?? Tony is a total control freak who became a superhero because other people were using his tech in a way he didn't approve of, yet he leaves his company and tech presumably in someone else's hands to raise his daughter out in the country? That just seems kind of unlike Tony.

So yeah, this film definitely is feels-worthy! I can see why there are so many strong reactions to it. It was a rather fun ride a lot of the time, but I admit, as an ending for quite a few of these characters, it wasn't all it could've been, in my opinion. Not a terrible way to end the Marvel Cinematic Universe's long run, but it's not an ending I'll have much fun revisiting. Once is more than enough.

Overall Grade: C

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