Okay no, that was
dangerous phrasing, he was not dying – not anymore at least – and
those kind of thoughts should be shoved into the scarce parts of his
brain that didn’t work. But he was absolutely, pissing tired.
of at least 72 hours of no sleep and bare minimum of food was
starting to be a bad idea (somewhere in the back of his mind he heard
a voice – ‘Starting to?’ – which
sounded suspiciously like Pepper) and
Tony was hit with the friendly reminder that he was very
much human and on the wrong
side of forty.
few steps to the left, boss. That’s a wall, not the kitchen. To the
right. That’s a painting.”
Thanks, Fri. He
would’ve said it aloud, but blurry edges on his sight combined with
a notoriously LSD-like color burst, dizziness and muffled hearing kind of hindered his ability to speak at the moment. Coffee.
God I need coffee, bowls of it – no, bathtubs of it.
Friday’s aid, Tony stumbled into the common area and headed for the
kitchen. He vaguely registered some murmur, indicating some of his
team – yeah right, team
– was present. Probably catching up with dear
ol’ God of Thunder, who had finally decided to show up for the
fiasco that was Civil War and its aftermath, and Banner. Who Tony
still had yet to talk to, but felt as if he would only turn another
team – ha, team –
member against him.
know, for trying to do things right and failing. Again.
Stark! That’s the rice cooker. The coffee maker is to the left!”
voice sounded a little less farther away than the others, but still
muffled. Tony guessed he was on his favorite bar stool wearing the
Spider-Man mask. Not unusual, his identity was a secret to everyone
but him of all the Avengers. Wonder how Captain Freezerburn
would react if he knew he had fought a 15 year old kid,
Tony thought, even though he himself was still wary of Peter’s
contribution to the superhero troop.
you, kid,” he mumbled in response, because despite everything, this
spider kid was the one good thing in his life. He still didn’t know
how the fuck that worked out, but.
moved, barely catching Peter’s, “Oh careful, that’s—!” as
he took in the splotchy eye-to-brain input of something square and
metallic, picked it up and placed it out of the way – were he less
zombie-like he’d have heard the heavy tinny sound it made – and
made it to the coffee machine. He couldn’t help the noise of
triumph when he managed to punch the right button and the mug filled
halfway, dripping coffee everywhere in his haste to bring it to his
sweet coffee. He could actually
feel the world shift around him now that he had the power of
that’s the stuff, thanks kiddo. By the way, what the hell are you
doing here? Don’t you have school? Are you skipping school again? I
vividly recall us having this talk, Web-head,”
he said, blinking the
world back into clear sight. “Or do I have to call Aunt—what? Do
I have something on my face?”
eyes – well, the animated specs on his mask – were wide in a
gobsmacked expression, mouth clearly open behind the mask. Was he
impressed by the coffee? Kid was pretty excitable and Tony just
downed the whole mug in one go.
the others in the room were openly staring at him too, most of them
with a similar expression of astonishment, and they’d seen him do
that twice in a row, so that made no sense. He felt exposed for some
reason, uneasy at the now acknowledged presence of Team Cap, Natasha
and Thor in the room.
What did I do now?
Barton’s plate of pancakes went tumbling to the floor, shattering
into pieces right next to Barnes, but the ex-assassin didn’t even
flinch, eyes glued to Tony like he had just discovered the secret
behind the creation of their universe on his face.
“Tony…?” Rogers breathed, but Tony obviously wasn’t going to
look, not at him, so he just turned to Peter with his
best what-the-fuck face.
At clear loss for words, he pointed at his left hand. What? Tony
hadn’t even realized he was holding something there. Frowning, he
Mjölnir. Tony had picked up Thor’s hammer. To move it aside. For
coffee. Like it was nothing.
Every time I watch this moment I get super annoyed by the laws of gravity here LIKE??? IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO ME????? 8U
MAHIRU IS JUST HOLDING SAKUYA BY THE JACKET. AND HE SHOULDN’T DANGLE THERE LIKE THAT????? HOLDING HIM BY THE SHIRT MIGHT MAKE MORE SENSE?? BUT THE JACKET???? I FEEL LIKE THIS WOULD JUST HAPPEN INSTEAD?!?!?
MAHI YOU HAD ONE JOB. im so sorry everyone
It’s okay, Saku’s a vamp. He’ll live, I hope. 0v0;;
The only logical explanation I could think of btw:
Rise and shine, Mister Freeman. Rise and… shine. Not that I… wish to imply you have been sleeping on the job. No one is more deserving of a rest, and all the effort in the world would have gone to waste until… well, let’s just say your hour has… come again. The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world. So, wake up, Mister Freeman. Wake up and… smell the ashes…
Hello all! Man, am I happy with out this came out! My friend and I were talking about the jacksepticeye-protection-squad and how all of the boys are beans. Then I came up with an idea.
What if there was an assassin Jack?
We talked back and forth on it, and we both really like the idea. We’ve even gotten a name for him and everything!
Ash the assassin.
Probably the worst assassin you’ll ever see. Clumsy little guy. Falls on his face just by walking while other assassins can leap from rooftop to rooftop and shit. Bright green colors. That really gets rid of the whole point of being sneaky. Loud as fuck. Usually by falling or screaming. A little septic eye follows him around everywhere. He can’t get his damn work done >:00
This took me about an hour or more, but I am so happy with how it turned out!