and then wilson just looks tired

Dried Oregano

Summary: You try to cook to the Avengers, but you can’t reach the shelves. 
Word counting: 600
Pairing: Tony Stark x Short!Reader (Established relationship)
Characters: Short!Reader, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Fluff. Cussing. Reader and Tony doesn’t display affection in front of the Avengers, but that doesn’t mean they’re not made for each other. A big thanks to @supernatural-squadd, because the idea to this came from her shipping game. See the post here and go read her blog, because she’s awesome.

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Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj


“You say I’m crazy…” You sang, distracted . “Cause you don’t think I know what you’ve done.”

You had your eyes closed in the kitchen while cooking a meal to your fellow Avengers. The team was back from a big mission, most of them where there – but not all – and, as you were left in the tower working on your book and wasn’t as tired as you knew they were, you decided to go and treat them a bit.

That’s how you ended up making your famous lasagna in family size.

Of course, you had a problem.

It wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.

You see, you’re not a tall girl. You never were.

At exactly 5 feet tall (Well… Maybe a bit less), you weren’t the tallest Avenger, but the shorter one.  You constantly struggled with shelves, but never asked for help. You’ve always been too independent and proud to ask for help when a kid, and grow up didn’t change you at all in that.

“What are you doing?” Sam inquired, entering the kitchen and trying to dip his finger on what was left of the sauce you prepared earlier.

“I’m building a bomb, can’t you see?” You looked at him, slapping his hand away.

“Yeah?” Sam looked down at you. “Okay, then, Scientist.” He mocked walking away. “I tell the guys to get ready to dinner?”

“In about 10 minutes, yeah.” You instructed. “And it’s Miss Scientist to you.”

He left with a chuckle, and you didn’t even notice Tony leaned on the door frame, watching you.

“Fuck.” You cussed under your breath, reaching out for a high shelf where you knew the dried oregano you loved so much was. The problem with it was just that Steve loved it as much as you did, and he always forgot you struggled with where he always put it back when he used it.

You looked around, trying to find something you could use as a step to climb the counter, but Tony’s arm appeared in time to grab it before you could use your hero abilities to finally reach it.

“I’m finishing the new high-tech shelves.” He gave it to you, and you rolled your eyes. “It’ll be in the kitchen in a week.”

“I already told you, you don’t need to do it.” You argued, sprinkling the lasagnas with the dried herb. “I can…”

“You know seeing you climbing the counter when you need something from a top shelf is very sexy to me.” He crossed interrupted you. “But I won’t be picking you up when you fall down doing it at your 50’s and 60′s, because I’ll be far too old for this shit. So, I’m finishing the shelves”

You shook your head, but said nothing as he helped you moving the food to a table. On rare occasions, you managed to sit down and eat like normal people, and that seemed like one of those.

“Dinner is ready kids.”  You yelled. “Don’t push your siblings on the way to the table, there’s space to everybody.”

Tony chuckled, sitting down and saving you a spot by his side to when you finally sat down.

“Huh, so the bomb is ready?” Sam sat down.

“Oh, yes. It’s programmed to explode in an hour and a half, you may want to be close to a toilet when the time comes.”

Bucky and Natasha chuckled, and Steve looked at you with a disapproving expression, which you just ignored.

“Well…” The man continued, but you interrupted him. “And what do you plan to blow beside my intestines?”

“Maybe Tony.” You smirked. “But I need to know if he isn’t too tired from the mission for that today.”

Your boyfriend, Natasha and Bucky cracked, finally laughing while Steve shot you another look, and Sam was ready to give you an answer, but you interrupted him.

“Just eat, Wilson.”

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I’ll Be Good - Part 5

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 4  -  Part 6

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – While your initial intel is verified, which should lead to your freedom, you also can’t help getting into trouble, much to the frustration of those trying to help you.

Warnings: Swearing. Short mention of violence and deathy/murdery stuff. ANGST.

Word Count: 2148 – yah this one got away from me… but I don’t even care.

Author’s Note: I got more than a little carried away here… I LOVE writing the sneaky snake stuff!!! I promise this story is actually going somewhere. It is a sloooow burn ok, just enjoy it. A little fun mischief, a little angst at the end, a little where does everyone stand, who knows???


Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

The tense voices in the hall pulled you reluctantly from your sleep. You listened, hovering by the door. It hadn’t surprised you that the argument was about you. You slipped silently into the hall, watching, absorbing.

“I have a duty to this team, Buck. She came to us as a hostile, I couldn’t just let her have the run of the place unchecked!” Steve’s anger was rippling below the surface, he was trying to contain it, but his harsh glare and sharp gestures gave him away. Hovering close to Bucky, he continued, prodding Bucky in the chest with all four fingers in a stiff jab “And you shouldn’t have given it to her. You endangered everyone here.”

“No one’s in danger, I was with her the whole time.” He answered back firmly. From your quiet place against the shadowed wall you smiled, at Bucky’s half-truth. “She didn’t come to us at all, we took. her.” Bucky hissed, weighing into the last words.

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Number 98 - Andre Burakovsky

I love Andre I hope you like it lovely 

Anon:  98 with Andre B?

“I said I love you!”

Originally posted by jamiebenntrash

Andre looked at her as she laughed with her friends like always that beautiful laugh he has heard it every day since he became apart of the team he had seen her beautiful smile her Y/H/C and her Y/E/C he could get lost looking at them. But to you he would always be a friend a best friend like all the other guys at first he thought he could push these feelings aside but no matter what he tired you where always their making him fall more and more in love with you.

Y/N was fishing filling up water bottle for the guys being they where just fishing morning practice and god forbid if Tom Wilson did not have his water bottle it was the end of the world. But non the less he loved the team and the guys when she moved here they all helped her come out of her shy shell but mainly it was her best friend Andre that helped her being he was new as well. The two where always together if you couldn’t find on you just had to find the other Y/N and Andre friend Tom had been saying he was in love with her but she always told him he was crazy.

“Hey Y/N you got the water?”

“Yep coming.”

Y/n made her way to the locker room and stopped in front of it before yelling 

“YOU ALL BETTER BE DESCENT OR I WILL KILL YOU ALL NHL PLAYERS OR NOT.”

she heard them all laugh as she entered and handed out the water bottles when she got to Andre she gave him a hug 

“Can I get a hug.” came from Tom 

“Nope you stink and your all sweaty.”

“What so is Andre.”

“yeah but Andre my best friend.”

Y/N didn’t notice the hurt look that came on Andre face as her back was turned to him as she talked to Tom the guys around him gave him a pity look but he just sat down and started to undue his skates. Y/N didn’t know why all the guys look sad or why Andre had just started to ignore her but she shrugged it off as him wanting to get out of the locker room.

as the week went by Y/N noticed Andre seemed to be a little more quiet and sad around her and she wanted to know why didn’t she do something did she hurt him in some way. so she knew she had to ask somebody so she went to Tom 

“Hey Tommy can I ask you something?’

Tom looked to her with a smile “Yeah sure whats up Y/N/N.”

“Do you think Andre been I don’t know acting weird lately?”

“weird as in how?”

“I don’t know he just seems so quiet around me and sad all the time and spends less time with me and I’m worried did i do something?”

Tom rolled his eyes and face palmed before waling away 

“Tom Tom that didn’t help any.” she said as he walked away

So getting nothing from Tom she went to Ovi instead she sat on the bench as the guys practiced and waited for him to come over for a drink 

“Hey Ovi.”

“Hey Y/N what’s gotten you so sad your always smiling?”

“It’s Andre he been so distant lately form me and I think I did something wrong.”

Ovi gave her a kind smile 

“ Y/N if you really want to find out you should ask him.”

“But how can I when he doesn’t want to talk to me Ovi.”

“Just Ask.”

so later that night Y/N went to Andre apartment when he answered he had a look of surprise on his face but he let her in 

“Y/n what are you doing here.”

“Andre what did I do.”

“What did you do, what do you mean Y/N.”

“Your pushing me away Andre what did i do to make you do it.”

“It’s not like that Y/N.”

‘Than what is it.”

Y/N now stood in Andre living room on the edge of tears Andre didn’t know what to say well he didn’t he wanted to tell her he loved her but he knew she didn’t love him so he kept his mouth shut.

“FINE  IF YOU DON’T WANT TO TELL ME THAN FINE THAN I’M DONE WORKING FOR THE CAPS.”

“WHAT Y/N WAIT.”

But she just closed his front door Andre eyed widen as he saw what had just happened he ran out after her she was heading for the stairs when he yelled out 

“Jag älskar dig.” ( I’m so so sorry if that’s wrong i am using google translate I don’t know Swedish)

she stopped and looked at him confused written all over her face Andre looked at his feet it was quiet in till he heard her footsteps walk over to him when he looked up her Y/C/H and her Y/C/E still full of tears.

“Andre you know I don’t know Swedish so what did you say?”

“I said I love you!

Y/N eye widened Andre looked to his feet again he knew it she didn’t love him she only saw a friend nothing else he should have knew better but his thoughts where cut off by a pair of lips meeting his.

Masterlist

Here you go my lovelies. Please feel free to request anything you like but in the meantime enjoy some of these if you need inspiration.

Originally posted by tookforafool-blog

Series

Bucky x Reader / Tony x Reader

Bucky x Reader

Tony x Reader 


Bucky Barnes x Reader

Dog Years

Everything Has Changed

Rockabye Baby

Nervous

I Feel It In My Bones

When You Were Young

Healing Incantation

You Are In Love

Love Me Like You Do

Don’t Leave Home

You’re My Everything

I Wish I Was The Moon Tonight

Can’t Help Falling In Love

Tag! You’re It

It Hurts

Break In

Break In (Part Two)

Let ‘Em Say We’re Crazy

Don’t Say A Word

Beyond All Reason

Plus One

Hotter Than Hell

Gasoline

Can’t Stop Drinking About You

I Just Wanna Make Love To You


Steve Rogers x Reader

Right Here Waiting For You

You Let Her Go

Sick and Tired of Always Being Sick and Tired

I Can’t Fight Them All

I’ll Take Care of You

I Don’t Know You But I Want You All The More For That

You Want Her. You Need Her. And I’ll Never Be Her


Tony Stark x Reader

I Heard A Boy Say Please Don’t Hurt Me

Why Does Love Always Feel Like A Battlefield?

Spooky Scary Skeletons 


Bruce Banner x Reader

Bruce Put The Happy In Happy Birthday


Sam Wilson x Reader

Better


Natasha Romanoff x Reader

The Lady In Red

Coming Home

I Just Wanna Look Good For You




Originally posted by tobequitefranco


Draco Malfoy x Reader

You Make It Real For Me

Behind the Walls (Chapter 4)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Pairing: Professor!Bucky X Reader

Words: 1,396

Warnings: Cursing!

Summary: You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your advisor recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.

A/N: thank you @amxwxxld and @confidentrose for making my day with those comments!! Also, does anyone want to be tagged by any chance???

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anonymous asked:

7 with Sam Wilson?

7. “You’re so cute!!!”- Sam Wilson

“Sam…” You whined, burying your face in the couch cushion as your boyfriend chuckled beside you. “Pleease, I’m sooo bored.” You huffed, moving your foot to nudge him in the stomach. “Y/N, I’m tired, I just got back from a mission and all I want to do is sleep for about 10 years.” He sighed, head lolling to the side to look at you. Pouting, you turned onto your back with your feet up on Sam’s lap. “Look I’ll make you a deal…” Sam murmured, eyes fluttering shut in his exhaustion. “You let me nap for a few… hours… and then we can go do whatever you want.” Sam said, a small smile pulling at his lips as you moved to snuggle into his side. “Yay.” You whispered softly, resting your head against his chest, feeling it rise and fall steadily with each breathe. “You’re so cute.” Sam murmured, fingers carding through your hair as you pressed a soft kiss against his jaw. “Don’t you know it.” You smiled, feeling your eyes droop as you cuddled into Sam’s warmth.

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Potato Problems

(Public blackmail is a low blow, copperbadge  I expect nothing less of you.  Fanfic of Sam’s Foodieverse)

“Yes, hello, I need a potato.”

“That’s kind of what we do here,” Sam Wilson said, not looking up from his tallies. “And we’ve got a few options, so if it’s not crossed out on the board, I might be able to scrape it together for you.” He glanced up, just to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. “Except the truffle fries, the last of those just walked out the door, as they say, so…”

It was late and he was tired and he was close enough to sold out that he just wanted to take off for the night. Steve had locked up half an hour ago, heading out to distribute his meager leftovers to the homeless that waited patiently for anything he might have to offer. Sam joined him most nights, but he’d been in the middle of a rush when Steve had shut down, and barely had time to wave as Steve passed by.

He was tired and his feet hurt and he had a nasty burn on the side of his right wrist. Still, he put on his best customer service smile. “What can I get for you?”

He turned to the window. Tony Stark was leaning there, a contraption of white PVP pipe thrown over his shoulders. His eyes went from one side to the other, and he leaned in. “Potato me.”

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arrow characters as @wolfpupy tweets
  • Oliver Queen: tired of people always telling me go to hospital and that i've lost a lot of blood, its my severe head injury not yours stay out of it
  • Felicity Smoak: my sims didn't die in a tragic cooking fire accident so that people like you could say your opinions at me
  • John Diggle: stop being so defensive i am just trying to hit you with weapons
  • Thea Queen: i just want to take this opportunity to throw all the homework i was suppose to do into the river. thanks to those who support this decision
  • Moira Queen: if anyone needs me i'll be dead in my grave
  • Quentin Lance: the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead
  • Donna Smoak: sea shells? dont mind if i do
  • Sin: some say love is a river, me i say things that make sense
  • Nyssa al Ghul: vampires hate sunlight because it kills them, but me, i hate sunlight for legitimate reasons
  • Malcolm Merlyn: i dont want to hear your excuses, or anything else you have to say, i want to hear a cool song about me and my life
  • Tommy Merlyn: if you want my advice i say be so bad at digging your own grave that they do it for you then fall asleep in it before they kill you
  • Roy Harper: seems to me if we all worked together to make my life better then eventually everyone elses lives would get better at some point probably
  • Slade Wilson: you look tired, why dont you close your eyes for a while, trick some people into thinking you dont have eyes
  • Amanda Waller: blood is just nature's red water that flys out when you make a mistake. relax and enjoy the experience for once
  • Raisa: lets forget about the bodies for a second. what do you really want to let hit the floor? your feelings perhaps?
  • Ra's al Ghul: honestly now that i have it this throne of human skulls is crazy uncomfortable to sit on
  • Count Vertigo: at the end of the day whats important is not the enemies you've crushed and killed, it's the gems, coins, and jewels you got from doing it
  • Isabel Rochev: if the magic spells i wrote dont work its because you dont believe in them enough. no refunds
  • Walter Steele: thats me in the expensive italian suit looking at the ocean through opera binoculars to see if the surf is up
  • Lyla Michaels: sometimes the people that hurt us the most are the ones swinging big knives around while screaming and trying to cut us
  • Clock King: in a way aren't we all responsible for my actions
  • Helena Bertinelli: everyone who has betrayed me will deeply regret it or wont be bothered at all or some other option

anonymous asked:

Why do you hate Tony Stark?

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  1. he’s fucking boring. i still haven’t finished the first two iron movies because they bored me to tears and the only reason i was able to sit through im3 (WHICH WAS A HORRIBLE MOVIE THAT TOOK AWAY ALL OF PEPPER’S AGENCY STOP PRAISING THIS MOVIE GOD) was because i saw it in theaters. but yeah he’s just an extremely boring character to me that is the poster child for white man angst
  2. he could commit genocide and his fans would still ride his dick all day long, making excuses for him and blaming it on his upbringing (and ik howard stark was abusive in the comics but HAS THIS BEEN CONFIRMED IN THE MCU?? like really has it because like i said, havent seen the iron man movies lmao)
  3. he’s misogynistic and gross
  4. the way. he treats. bruce. he does NOT treat bruce like he’s normal. he treats bruce like a goddamn toy, poking at him and seeing how many buttons he can push before he hulks out. it’s really fucking annoying lmao
  5. tony stark is like that really charismatic class clown that everyone thinks is hilarious but if you really stop to think about it he’s just super problematic and his jokes aren’t that funny, he just uses his charisma to make you think he is
  6. because i’m allowed to, because he doesn’t appeal to me, because i’m fucking sick of tony stark meta EVERYWHERE, i’m tired of people excusing or defending his actions, i’m tired of people villainizing sam wilson to make tony look good, i’m tired of his existence in the fandom and i just do. not. like. him.
A Siren’s Song

Originally posted by amjeth

God finding gifs are hard, the only saving grace is that I get to stare at this beautiful face. This doesn’t fit really into the plot but I mean look at him.


Heya guys Imma here and I hope you are having a wonderful day. If you are not then I hope I might just make you smile. Oh, maybe this joke might help.  What is the worst thing about throwing a party in space? You have to planet. :D 

Get it? You’re in space and you know planet. Ugh, you guys are no fun, fine on with the show.

Prompt submitted by  freakykrazykenzie:  Can I have an imagine where the avengers go to recruit a possible new avenger as she is singing at a bar in town and after when they asked her to prove her powers (use of voice to hypnotize men, can fight with screeches like black canary) she hypnotizes one of the avengers to kiss her? Thank you!


“So, you’re telling me that our newest recruit is a super attractive singer at a club in downtown New York?” Sam questioned following Natasha down the hall of the new Avengers compound. “Because I’ve been saying this for a long time we need to take a day and relax. I am just so tired of being shot at every damn day!”

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Last Christmas

based on the song: Last Christmas by Wham! Enjoy the first Christmas song one-shot my lovelies. Let me know what you guys think :) 

Warnings: language 

Last Christmas

I gave you my heart

But the very next day you gave it away.

This year

To save me from tears

I’ll give it to someone special.

The thought of being in the same room with James Buchanan Barnes was making you feel nauseous. It had been so long since the two of you had seen each other that you didn’t know how to react to him. 

It was almost exactly a year since you saw him. Since the last time the two of you spoke face to face. 

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13 - Don’t say that - request from earlier prompt list

Frank had been watching Karen stir her cup of coffee for what felt like hours. Her eyes were glued to the dark brown liquid swirling around, sugar dissolving in the middle, her hand stuck in a loop.

“You uh, you alright?” he asked, unable to ignore the lost look in her eyes.

Karen blinked and looked up at him, her fingers letting go of the spoon, hiding in her lap instead. 

‘’Just tired,’’ she shook her head. 

But Frank could see her mind dwelling on the same thought that had held her attention for so long, a thought that seemed inescapable. The latest edition of the Bulletin was sitting on the table in front of them, Frank’s eyes glancing down to see the article Karen had finished reading.

An article about Wilson Fisk, his work in the city, his hopes to do good once he was released. 

‘’He won’t be gettin’ out for a long time,’’ Frank assured her, knowing what was bothering her. ‘’If he makes it out,’’

‘’I’d believe that if I didn’t know how many people he’s got in his pocket,’’ Karen chuckled nervously. 

‘’He’s not getting out,’’ he told her firmly.

Karen stared back at him with a nod, picking up the spoon to stir her coffee once again, for no reason other than to distract herself. She wished she could take Frank’s word for it, but there was no changing the power Fisk still had.

‘’I exposed Union Allied and helped throw him in jail,’’ she shrugged. ‘’If he gets out, I doubt he’s forgotten that,’’

‘’Seems like the kind of guy who’s got bigger problems to take care,’’ 

‘’Maybe,’’ Karen sighed. ‘’Doesn’t change that sometimes it seems like it would have been easier to stay in the prison cell he put me in, or to have let them kill me instead of-’’

‘’Don’t say that,’’ Frank cut her off, shaking his head and looking down at his coffee.

‘’None of this would have-’’

‘’Don’t say shit like that, hear me?’’ he looked up, eyes serious. ‘’That asshole isn’t going to touch you, none of them are,’’

Karen stared back at him for what felt like hours, watching as his eyes explored hers for a moment before returning to gazing out the window. 

Frank knew more about loss than anyone should ever have to, and he couldn’t take any more. Even the thought of it made his blood boil. If Fisk planned on coming for Karen in any way, he would have to go through The Punisher first.

“You don’t want me” - IronFalcon

So… this started out as a harmless Headcanon, just a silly idea… and it ended as a 4k Fanfiction.

Entirely written for and dedicated to @bloody-bee-tea. I hope you enjoy this, Danni<3

[Basically, this is a SamTony Fuckbuddies/ friends with benefits!AU, but they will eventually become lovers.]


In all honesty, Sam didn’t know why he was doing this.

He was far too sober to pretend the alcohol made him feel less restrained, less able to judge the situation right.

He knew exactly what was going to happen and he allowed it nonetheless.

So when Tony leaned over, one hand gently cupping Sam’s cheek to turn his head just right, when they got closer and it all felt like it was happening in slow motion – Sam didn’t resist.

In the next moment, lips pressed against his own, slightly chapped, slightly rough but warm and gentle and so, so good.

Sam sighed into the kiss, fingers automatically coming up to grab at Stark’s shirt and pulling him closer.

It all went so easily, Sam didn’t think for a second to stop it.

He didn’t think about why Tony was suddenly kissing him. He didn’t bother trying to figure out why Tony would need this kind of intimacy when he supposedly had Pepper.

Sam only let himself be kissed and lost himself in the moment, the alcohol just enough to intensify the arousal pulsating through his body.

He felt a hand sneaking under his shirt, warm fingers directly on his chest and hummed. He tugged at Tony’s shirt and leaned back at the same time, pulling the genius along and on top of him. However, Tony pulled back at that, a grin on his face that sent tingles through Sam.

“Bed?”, he asked against Sam’s lips.

“Bed”, he agreed.

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The Lost Souls [Steve Rogers x Reader] Part 3/6

Title: The Lost Souls

Pairing: Steve/Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers felt helpless when you were captured by Hydra. But he couldn’t imagine what they had planned for the both of you.      

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2

Originally posted by ageofimagines

Part Three:

It had taken two months before Brock Rumlow was satisfied that you were ready to be sent into the field. The injuries he had given you during your lengthy torture sessions needed time to heal. And there was the matter of gauging the strength of your newfound ability.

Ajax took over when it was time to put you to the test. While Brock preferred blunt force, Ajax almost made torture an art form. He didn’t want to leave you with any devastating wounds that would take time to heal. So he remained true to a wise motto: Work smart, not hard.

He did notice that you healed at a slightly accelerated rate compared to before, but that was just a tiny boost from the serum. Your true strength lied in your inability to feel pain. Without such a hindrance, you could fight furiously despite any injury. It made you a force to be reckoned with.

The day they fit you with tactical gear, you knew your time was up.

You had been stuck wearing the damned control collar for weeks now. The only words you ever uttered were “Yes, sir.” No was not allowed.

Rumlow didn’t bother giving you a mask or goggles to disguise you like the Winter Soldier. He wanted the Avengers to know whom it was they were fighting. Most of all, he wanted Steve Rogers to know that you would be the one to kill him or die trying.

He finished securing your gear, double-checking your weapons and testing your holsters, while Ajax lingered in the background with a pleased smile.

“The time has come, sweetheart,” Brock crooned, giving you a mocking pat on the back. “Now be a good girl, and bring me the head of Steve Rogers.”

You said nothing. Inside you were screaming denials, but nothing left your lips. You wanted to fight him, to stop this madness, but your body had no control. Instead you calmly allowed him to escort you to a waiting SUV.

If the torture hadn’t broken you yet, this certainly would.

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Side Effects [Spideypool Ficlet]

Based on this prompt. 

“Frick…” Peter slowed his gait, eventually stopping at the edge of the building he was preparing to jump off of. Everything was moving too fast and too slow at the same time as the world closed in on him.

He knew the drill. Slow, even breaths… in one two three four out one two three four. Check. Sit down and remove your mask if you’re in an area where you can’t be scene. Check. Reach into your bag or pocket and pull out the pill bottle. Uncheck. The panic started to settle in when his fingers couldn’t find the cylindrical object but he’d been through this before as well. He had a backup plan.

Breath in one two three four out one two three four. Check. Put your mask back on and stand up slowly. Check. Move in a calm but steady pace back to the apartment. 

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Can I just say, James looks so fucking good…
and it’s not just cause he lost weight (in terms of vanity and shit) but like the fact that he seems healthy, not as tired or in pain and he looks so happy now. Him being happy and healthy is just so good to me and I’m really proud of him.

anonymous asked:

Imagine that Post-WS everyone expects Bucky to join the insomniac crew but surprisingly enough Bucky has more trouble staying /awake/ than getting to sleep.

Everyone notices the catnaps in the post-mission briefs. Bucky usually conks right out as soon as Steve starts talking, which is kind of hilarious.

Sam remembers how his nights would lengthen in increments, after he arrived back at his mother’s from the war. He only makes the connection after he and Bucky are home together for the first time in a while, when he realizes that Bucky has a habit of three hour naps.

“When did this start?” Sam asks. Bucky shrugs, sips their first coffee of the day. It’s 4:15.

“I’m just tired,” they say. “But I get dreams, so I can’t sleep through the night.”

They see Sam’s look.

“I try not to wake you,” they say. “I know you get dreams too.”

“You’re sweet,” Sam says. Bucky laughs, because they’re still not over being called sweet.

Sam shares the tips and rituals that he eventually internalized over his struggle with sleep, and Bucky starts catching lighter naps. It is still hilarious to see him slump onto the table as soon as Steve starts wrapping up post-mission.

Wilson River Road

Title: Wilson River Road 

Rating: T

Timeline: Post The Truth

Category: Gen, MSR 

Summary: “No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.”
                                 —J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

Author’s Note: Inspired by William Stafford’s Traveling Through the Dark.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve being teased by the other avengers about his shield (because really? You go into battle with nothing but a defense weapon?) so he challenges them all to a one on one match with no holding not back. Widow is the only one who beats him

“What the hell is this?” Sam asks, looking at the sorry mess in front of him. 

“W-we were teasing the captain about his shield,” Wanda pants, sounding drained. 

“So he challenged us,” Rhodey continues, clutching at his side, “to one-on-one matches.”

“Oh, Jesus–wait, Steve?”

Because bringing up the rear is Steve, looking just as tired and as beaten as his fellow Avengers. “Hey, Sam.” 

“I thought you beat them all?”

Steve chuckles. “I did. Except for–”

And out walks Natasha Romanoff, not a scratch on her. “Hi, Sam.”