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Imagine that someone asks Steve what he actually carries in any of those 50+ belt pouches and zippered pockets he has all over his uniform. Bonus points if at least one of them contains candy.


“We will now take audience questions,” the moderator says. “Please form two lines at the microphones.”

The Avengers somehow found themselves at San Diego Comic Con, and had been sitting on panel after panel. They believe people changed the rules so they could make as many appearances as possible.

“Hi,” comes a timid voice from one of the mics. They squint to see who’s talking. “My question is for Cap—Steve…? Um…I noticed you have lots of pockets in your uniform, and I was, uh, wondering what you keep in there?”

Steve smiles. “Well,” he begins, “I keep lots of things in my pockets. Some have weapons, one has some extra Widow Bites, I have extra magnets for my shield gauntlet, extra batteries for my comms, and…” Steve pauses to blush, “uh, I also keep candy in one.”

“Tell ‘em which kind!” Tony says, grinning.

“It’s, uh, Werther’s? The caramel?”

“See?” Tony says, happily. “He’s an actual grandpa!”

The audience bursts out laughing and the next question gets asked.

REMEMBER WHEN JAMES ACTED LIKE HE WAS COOL WITH JACE BUT WASN’T. I HOPE HE’S DOING THE SAME THING TO SHELLI WITH HER DUMB DEMAND DISGUISED AS A DEAL.

She was about to fall anyway, boo. Put up Clelli and toast it to Jason.

anonymous asked:

Did Liam really point at you?

UM YEAH. LIKE LITERALLY YEAH. 

I WAS HOLDING UP THIS SIGN WHEN THEY WALKED ON STAGE 

AND I SWEAR TO GOD IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE FIRST THING HE SAW BECAUSE HE WALKED RIGHT OVER IN FRONT OF US AND POINTED AT ME AND I LITERALLY LOST MY SHIT AND KEPT JUMPING UP AND DOWN AND POINTING AT HIM AND SINGING ALONG AND WAVING THE SIGN AND SO HE KEPT SINGING AND POINTING AND WAVING AT ME. 

THAT’S A SCREEN CAP FROM A VIDEO I FOUND SO THAT’S WHY HE ISN’T POINTING DIRECTLY TO MY CAMERA. I WAS ONLY ABLE TO FILM LIKE THE INTRO VIDEO AND THEN THE DOOR OPENING AND THEN I TURNED THE CAMERA OFF BECAUSE I WAS SHAKING TOO MUCH. 

AND THE GIRL BEHIND ME WAS A LIAM GIRL, TOO, AND BEFORE THEY CAME OUT WE WERE DISCUSSING OUR MUTUAL LOVE FOR LIAM AND I TOLD HER THAT I WAS GOING TO GET HIS ATTENTION RIGHT AWAY, THAT IT WAS MY GOAL, BECAUSE HE’S ALWAYS SAID THAT HE GOES BACK TO CERTAIN PARTS OF THE CROWD ALL THROUGHOUT THE CONCERT. 

SO I DID. I GOT HIS ATTENTION. AND AFTER CLOUDS WAS OVER SHE PULLED ME INTO A HUGE HUG AND WAS LIKE OH MY GOD THANK YOU. AND I AM NOT LYING, LIAM JAMES PAYNE SPENT THE MAJORITY OF HIS TIME ON THE MAIN STAGE IN FRONT OF MY SECTION. AND IT WAS THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE. 

Mayday Part 4: Universe

You return to the tower and receive some unexpected assistance from Vision and Wanda.

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mental illness, fluff, eventual violence and some smut. Rated R.

  • Mayday Part 1
  • Mayday Part 2: All Eyes On Me
  • Mayday Part 3: Easy Rider

“How exactly does Tony NOT know we’re gone?” I asked as we got off of the motorcycle in the garage of the tower. “It’s his tower…”

Bucky shrugged. “The others didn’t tell him we left. Obviously someone figured it out when your camera went down. But we look out for each other.” He took Cap’s helmet from me and replaced it back on his bike. “Besides, like I said before, you aren’t captive. And Tony isn’t King.”

“They covered for us? For me?” I was surprised. I hadn’t gotten a chance to spend a whole lot of time with the Avengers. They were all basically strangers.

Bucky nodded. “Of course. You’re one of us now.”

I hesitated. I was far from an Avenger. “I don’t know about that.”

He smiled, holding the door to the building open. “Close enough. You’re on your way.” He followed me through the door. “Steve said they’d meet us in the meeting room on your floor. Said things might get dicey.”

“Dicey? Shit, what’s Vision going to do to me? Who is he, anyway?”

“As far as I understand… he’s Tony’s computer program joined with a life force of some sort. No one really knows, to be honest. He just showed up one day in a botched experiment, back when all of that stuff went down in Eastern Europe.”

“So.. he’s artificial intelligence? Like Skynet?” I asked. Bucky looked at me blankly. “Right. Haven’t seen Terminator yet then?” He shook his head in the negative.

We made our way up to my floor. My mood had picked up a little, and I didn’t seem to be dimming any lights, so we risked the elevator. Luckily, it made it up all 23 floors, and we exited and found the meeting room. Steve was in there, with Wanda and a tall purple man. Tony had said Vision was a purple guy. He had not been wrong.

They all turned to look at us as we entered. Vision stood. “Greetings. I am Vision. I take it you are Mayday?”

I nodded, extending a hand. He looked down at it, then at Steve questioningly. “You shake her hand. Remember, we went over this.” Steve reminded him.

“Oh, yes.” Vision took my hand and shook it very formally. Then he appeared to study me for a while, nodding every once in a while. By the time it was beginning to make me kind of uncomfortable, he spoke. “Steve explained your situation to me. I believe I can be of some assistance.”

“Okay… um, how exactly?” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at, at all.

“I am, how would you put it… created from a computer. Partially.” Vision waited until I nodded again, then continued. “I have a vast knowledge of power supplies and electricity. I believe if I give that knowledge to you, it may make harnessing your powers easier.”

“So… like studying? You’ll tell me everything you know?” I asked. Internally I wilted at the thought of learning about electricity. Outwardly I tried to appear eager.

“No. It’s more of a base knowledge. Intrinsic. It’s a part of me. It needs to become a part of you.” He glanced at Wanda. “I will transfer the knowledge to Wanda- you know she can read minds? And she will in turn transfer it to you through a form of hypnosis.”

“Right. Is this even safe?” I asked. I was also mentally freaking out because if Wanda could read minds, she knew some of the depraved stuff I’d been thinking about Bucky. Fuck, that was not good.

“Don’t worry, I don’t read people’s minds all the time. I can turn it off.” Wanda said, obviously reading my mind. I put my hand up over my eyes in embarrassment.

“Kind of like you aren’t reading her mind right now?” Steve asked.

“Oops.” Wanda shrugged. “I haven’t read anything else though.” She said to me.

I nodded, knowing I was bright red. I turned back to Vision. “Are you sure this will help? Because to be honest, I don’t know if I can ever master this on my own. Not enough to be safe, or helpful.”

Vision nodded. “It’s just knowledge. You should be perfectly fine.” He paused. “Eventually you’ll master it, but it will go faster with my help, and be much more thorough.”

I took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll do it.” Bucky looked nervous. I shrugged at him. “What’s it gonna hurt? Might as well try.”

He shrugged, looking unconvinced. I could see his point- he’d had a lot of weird shit done to him, if the stories were true. But I was agreeing to this. I faced Vision again. “How do we do this? Are we doing it now?”

“You should sit down. It may overload you and be a bit disorienting. I’m not certain.” He gestured towards a chair. I sat. Wanda stepped between us, taking Vision by the hand, and then me. “Are you ready?” Vision asked me, once I was seated.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Bucky asked Steve quietly. Steve nodded.

“Something’s gotta give, Buck. She’s going crazy up here.” Steve replied.

“I can hear you guys.” I turned to them. They looked sheepish. I turned back to Wanda and Vision. “Yeah, I’m ready. Load me up. All systems go.”

Wanda turned towards Vision, looking deep into his eyes, focusing on something that none of us could see. After a few moments, her hands got very warm, and she broke her gaze from him, and turned towards me. “Look in my eyes. Don’t look away.” She directed. I did as I was told, but quickly realized that even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t break my stare. She had me mesmerized. I don’t even know what I saw; worlds I didn’t understand, the smallest particle and the largest celestial body, the entire concept of power, down to the most basic level and up to the most complex. I didn’t understand any of it, and I understood it completely. I felt my body begin to throb. Whatever Vision had shown Wanda was becoming part of me as well. I tried to blink. It was becoming too much. I started worrying my body couldn’t handle it, that my mind couldn’t take it; that this had been a bad idea.

“I don’t think this is working right.” I heard Bucky say, sounding a million miles away.

“Do not touch her.” Wanda commanded. “We’re almost done. She is going to be fine.”

I didn’t feel anyone touching me, just Wanda’s hand buzzing in my own. Suddenly all of the power and lights snapped back to a tiny pinpoint, and Wanda closed her eyes, breaking the connection. She let go of my hand.

“Is it done?” Steve asked. Wanda nodded. She put a hand to her head, then shook it, trying to clear her thoughts. “Did you get all of that, too?”

“No.” she said, gathering herself. “I transferred it. I didn’t retain it.”

Steve turned to me, and Bucky looked really concerned. “Did you get it? Did anything… do you feel different?”

I sat in a daze. “I… yeah.” I was unsteady in my seat. “I think I’m going to throw up.”

Steve dashed for a trashcan, but I didn’t throw up. The last thing I remember was turning to Bucky. “I can’t breathe.” I said, then slumped over. Lights out. Again.

* * *

I had an excruciating headache. I could hear people talking around me, but it wasn’t registering what they were saying. I opened an eye tentatively. The lights on floor 23 were at full power. I was layed out on the meeting room table. Someone had put a cold cloth on my head, and Natasha was now there. I saw her pulling some smelling salts out of the first aid kit, but when she saw that I was awake, she put them back.  Bucky hovered beside me, his hand on mine. No, his hand was on my pulse. He was monitoring my heartbeat. A wave of calm passed over him as he saw me glance at him.

Tony was there too, and he was not happy. “You should have run this by Bruce and me. At least Bruce. You could have killed her!” He was shouting at Vision, Wanda, and Steve.

“It wouldn’t kill her. Don’t underestimate my intelligence, Tony.” Vision replied calmly. “I told her it might disorient her. She understood.”

Tony made a strained face and shook his head. “This was reckless.”

“Unlike anything you’ve ever done?” Steve stepped up. “Yeah, Tony, I said it. You’ve been so preoccupied with your Mach 327 or whatever you’re building, you didn’t notice how much Mayday’s been suffering up here. She’s working really hard and she’s up and down and all over the place. Vision had a solution. We took it.”

“You took it.” Tony pointed out.

“I made an executive decision.” Steve affirmed.

“No.” I sat up, shaking off some residual dizziness. “I made a decision. About myself.” I looked at Tony. “I’m really not doing well, Tony. I’d do basically anything to help it. I’ve been draining the shit out of the floor 23 power grid since I got here. Bruce’s training was working… but not fast enough. I couldn’t hold on that long.” I noticed Bruce had rushed in and was now listening at the doorway. He approached me, and began taking my vital signs. “I’m fine, Bruce.”

“I still need to check.” He said, putting a blood pressure cuff on my arm. “You’ve really been doing that badly?” He asked and I nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to complain. And you aren’t a psychiatrist. The power thing isn’t the problem, it’s the symptom. You’ve all been trying so hard but… this up and down thing… you can’t understand if it isn’t how you live.” I held still until he read my BP, then curled my knees up to my chest. “If I can at least stop worrying about destroying things on accident, I can work on not destroying myself.”

Everyone was quiet, like I’d dropped a huge secret or some devastating news.

“Well, something worked because the power’s at full capacity and obviously nothing exploded when you passed out.” Natasha pointed out.

“How well did it work?” Wanda asked Vision. She turned to me. “Do you… know how to control it now?”

I stopped and thought. I wasn’t feeling depressed or manic at the moment, so I couldn’t tell if I would still accidentally mess with the power. I closed my eyes. The lights on the whole floor went out.

“Did you mean to do that?” I heard Tony ask in the darkness.

“Yes.” I replied, flipping the lights back on. I turned them to half power, then on again all the way. “That’s… how am I doing that?”

“Knowledge.” Vision stated cryptically.

“Just like that?” I asked him.

“You may still need to work on the power draining and surging as a result of your mood swings. But… It appears so.” He turned to Tony. “I think I’ll retire for the night.” He nodded at me and left the room.

“Is he always like that?” I turned to Bucky.

“Usually. He’s sort of a… strange man.” Bucky told me.

Bruce was now apparently convinced that I was actually fine. He stood, looking down at me. “We’ll run some tests in the morning. You should get some sleep.” I nodded at him. I was exhausted. Everyone began to leave. I wobbly got down from the table, and Bucky walked me back to my room. I was still unsteady, and he had me under my shoulders, helping me along.

We got to my room, and he opened the door, depositing me on my bed fully clothed. “You want your pajamas?” He asked me.

I shook my head. “No. I’m… so tired. I just need a blanket.”

He pulled my shoes off of me and pulled my covers up to my chin. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked worriedly. I nodded, already beginning to doze.

“Thanks Bucky. I had a good night.” I smiled sleepily up at him, slipping into sleep.

He bent and laid a kiss on my forehead, then flipped out the light and left.

* * *

The party for the unveiling of Tony’s latest Iron Man suit, which was actually the Mach 127, was that Friday night. For three days I hadn’t accidentally drained anything, or destroyed anything. I’d been doing a grueling series of tests designed by Bruce. I was still slipping between depression and mania like a roller coaster, but I wasn’t taking the electricity with me anymore. While I was still constantly in a state of discomfort, at least it was a step.

Tony had stated on the invite that it was a black tie affair, and also added that I was free to move about the building freely now. I had gone with Natasha to buy a dress; I’d found out that I was now on the payroll here, and had the cash to do so. Natasha wasn’t really one for shopping, and neither was I. It took her about two seconds to find a party dress that looked amazing on her fit 5'3” frame. It took a little longer for me. I wasn’t large, but I was a bigger girl. I finally settled on a knee length little black dress, backless with a flared skirt.

The night of the party, the ballroom on the top floor of the tower was brimming with people. I didn’t know hardly any of them. All of the Avengers were there, of course. Clint had brought his wife, which I hadn’t known he had. Natasha and Bruce were chatting cozily in the corner; I wondered if there was anything going on with them. She seemed happier than I’d seen her, and she had her hand gently resting  on Bruce’s knee as she laughed at something he said.

Steve seemed like he was far away, mentally. The band was playing old jazz, and he had a look in his eyes as though he were remembering something from a lifetime ago.

“Hey, Steve.” I approached him, handing him a glass of champagne.

“Hi.” He accepted the glass. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” I took a sip. Tony bought good champagne. “You look like you’re somewhere else. You all right?”

Steve smiled, but his eyes were sad. “I am. I’m fine. I’m just… thinking of a dance I had to miss.”

“Someone special?”

“Unforgettable. There’s no one else like her.” His gaze settled on me. “How are you doing?”

I laughed. “Like a damned yo-yo.” I shrugged. “Normal shit. But I’m not causing blackouts on accident, so Vision’s little trick worked I guess.”

“That’s good to hear. We took a risk with that one. I just couldn’t stand to see you so… the way you were.” He lifted his eyes from me, looking over my shoulder. He waved at someone. I turned. Bucky had just entered the room and stood at the top of the stairs, looking awkwardly around. He wore a black European cut suit and and a black dress shirt. His metallic hand was covered in a leather glove.

“He hasn’t been to a party lately I take it?” I said to Steve.

“Not in about seventy years.” Steve smirked at me. “He looks like he needs saving.”

“That man never looks like he needs saving.” I glanced up at him and waved. “No, I retract that statement. He totally looks like he needs saving.” I beckoned him down to us.

“Steve, come here. I need you to prove to this guy that you can’t lift the Hammer!” Thor suddenly thundered from across the room.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Not this again. Every party, I swear. Every party, with the Hammer.” He finished his champagne and set his glass on the bar. “Excuse me. I have to go prove I’m not as valiant as everyone thinks I am.” He smirked and left.

I turned, just as Bucky made it to the bottom of the stairs. I had a feeling Steve had made a quick exit to give his friend some alone time with me, but I wasn’t sure. It was possible Bucky had just taken a liking to me because he felt we were both out-of-place kindred spirits. He was hard to read. He was a busy guy. He approached me, looking dashing in his suit but clearly uncomfortable in the situation. I could read plain as day on his face that there were way too many people in this room for him to keep track of.

“Hey, Bucky.” I grinned at him as he walked up.

“Hey, Mayday.” He looked me up and down. “Nice dress.”

I did a little spin. The champagne had gotten to me a bit. “You like it?”

“You look beautiful.” He said very seriously. I smiled up at him.

“Thank you. You look pretty nice yourself. Been a while since you rocked a suit and tie?”

He snagged two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter, handing one to me. “Not since the forties.” I gladly accepted the drink.

“They’re playing your kind of music.” I gestured towards the band. “Do you dance?”

He got a glint in his eye and a small smile on his face. He seemed to relax a bit. “I used to.”

“I’ll bet, that back before the war, you were quite the ladies man.” I stepped towards him and put a hand on his chest. “I’ll bet they loved you. And I bet you were a hell of a dancer.”

“I did all right.” He sipped his drink. “I’ll tell you a secret.”

“I’m all ears.”

He stepped closer, putting a hand on my waist and leaning down to whisper in my ear. “I was an excellent dancer. And the ladies did love me.” He leaned back, smiling slyly. He didn’t remove his hand from around my waist.

“Well then, are you going to just stand there or are you going to take a girl dancing?”I shot him a daring look. “I’m a very busy woman and I haven’t got all day.”

He set his glass down next to Steve’s on the bar, taking my hand. I set mine down as well and he led me out onto the floor. The band had started playing an upbeat song; he wasn’t wrong about being a good dancer. I hadn’t expected a scary assassin to be this good, to be honest. I had no idea what I was doing. He spun me all across the floor, then back into his arms when the music got slower.

“Did everyone know how to dance in the forties?” I asked, breathless. We were now swaying to a slow song.

“Not everyone, but it was pretty common. Had to keep the ladies happy at the USO dances.” He winked at me. “That was so long ago. I’m a different person now.”

“No, you aren’t.” I rested my chin on his shoulder. “I have a feeling you’re still the same man. Just older and wiser.”

“A hell of a lot older.” He chuckled.

“Soldier!!!” Thor’s voice boomed across the room again, this time towards Bucky. We both turned to see the large blonde man beckoning to us. “Mayday! Come! Try to lift the Hammer!”

I looked at Bucky. “I hear he does this at every party.”

“Is Thor drunk?” Bucky looked at me questioningly.

“I don’t know. Can Gods get drunk?” We both looked at Thor. He definitely seemed like he was pretty wasted. I turned back to Bucky. “Odds are, yes they can.”

“I know I can’t lift the Hammer.” Bucky sighed.

“Come, friends! Come try!” Thor yelled again.

“We’d better go. Before he flips a table or something.” I took the arm Bucky offered me, and we approached the group gathered around Thor. All of the Avengers were there, plus a few people I didn’t know. Pepper was standing to the side with Tony, looking beautiful and amused. An old man with white hair who everyone called Stan was sitting on the couch, observing. War Machine was currently trying to lift the hammer.

“Jim, you tried at the last party and you couldn’t do it.” Tony reminded him.

“That’s bullshit. I should totally be able to lift this hammer.” He gave up with a disgusted sigh.

“Get over it, man. It’s not healthy.” Tony clapped his friend on the back. “Even Cap can’t do it. That’s saying something. Steve doesn’t even swear. Steve might be a virgin.”

“Steve isn’t a virgin.” Steve retorted, a long-suffering look on his face.

“I’m a woman, and I can guarantee you, Steve is not a virgin.” I chimed in. “Just look at the man. There’s no way no one’s tapped that by now.”

“Feeling feisty this evening, are we Mayday?” Tony gave me an amused look. Steve was turning red.

“Sorry Steve. Someone had to stand up for your honor.” I grinned. “Or dishonor.”

Bucky looked really amused at his friend’s discomfort.

Thor spoke again, his voice resonating through the room. “Try to lift the Hammer!”

I stepped up. “Seriously, has anyone been able to lift it? Besides you?” Everyone looked uncomfortably over at Vision, who was floating by himself in the corner, holding a drink of champagne, looking deep in thought. “Oh. That’s… unexpected.”

“That’s what we thought.” Clint replied.

“I’ll give it a try. But I’m seriously doubting…” I gave the hammer a good pull. It stayed put on the table. “Nope. Guess I’m not virtuous enough.”

Thor looked on in amusement. “Bucky?”

“Are you kidding? There’s no way I can lift that. I might leave a black stain on the damned thing.” Bucky sighed. Thor nodded at the Hammer. He wasn’t going to let it alone until Bucky tried. He stepped towards it, gripping it tight. I held my breathe. I could have sworn I saw the hammer move a tiny bit, but in the end, Bucky couldn’t lift it either. “Big surprise there.” Bucky ran a hand through his hair, stepping away.

“We finally got Nat to try this time.” Sam grinned. Natasha shot him an evil look. He shrugged. “It went about as well as expected.”

“Yeah, I’m about as likely as Bucky to be able to lift that thing.” She rolled her eyes. She was seated next to Bruce, her shoes on the floor in front of her and her feet tucked neatly beneath her. “I lot of blood spilled by these hands.”

Various other people tried lifting Mjolnir, but inevitably no one could, of course. We spent the rest of the evening drinking and laughing. Bucky’s arm ended up around my shoulders at some point, and I let it happen. I felt good. I’d had a good week. I was becoming friendlier with this group of strange heroes that I was now sharing my life with. I looked at Bucky. He tucked a strand of dark hair behind his ear and smiled at me. He had relaxed, and seemed to be enjoying himself for once. He was leaned back on the chair we were sharing, his body loose instead of coiled and ready to strike like he usually was.

The evening wore down, and the party ended. Bucky walked me up to my room and dropped me off at my door. I was carrying my shoes.

“I had a wonderful evening.” I smiled up at him as we stopped outside of my door.

“I… I did too. I didn’t think I would.” The serious look that he usually wore returned to his handsome face.

“You still got it.” I winked. I was wondering what would happen next.

“I’m not sure if I do.” He looked thoughtful for a minute. Then he brought a hand up to cup the side of my face, leaned down, and kissed me.

I hadn’t expected that. I had hoped for it, but hadn’t thought he’d actually do it. The kiss was intense; my whole body felt like it was buzzing. He brought his other hand up, tangling his fingers in my hair, deepening the kiss. My hands came up, running up his sides.

Then, as quickly as it had started, he broke away. He looked into my eyes for a moment, then gently kissed me again. “Goodnight, Mayday. You look beautiful.” He took off down the hall for the elevator. He stopped midway, turning back. “Thanks for the dance. It’s my first dance since 1944.” He winked at me, then disappeared down the hall, the elevator doors closing behind him.

to be continued