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To My Fandoms,

Just like we all have inter-sectional identities and our complexities of character and behaviour and so much more make us who we are, I found a long time ago that my fandoms are part of who I am and I don’t have to choose between them.

Fandoms give power to fans- a sense of belonging- a sense of community- a sense of freedom.

And even though we are not perfect (and there are obnoxious people in all communities) we are a special kind of family. Because everyone who says that fictional characters are made-up just so that we feel less than who we are - to us they are not just fictional - those people don’t know what they are missing…

And to quote some of my favourite quotes:

“We’re all stories in the end, just make it a good one” 
-11th Doctor, Doctor Who

Of course this is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on Earth should that mean that it is not real?”
-Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter

Basically, I just wanted to say that I’ve learnt so much from these TV Shows, Movies, Books, Music, Youtube communities etc that some people want to dismiss as not good enough, not real enough or brainwashing…

My fandoms are as real as they get, and I want to say a special hello and a thank you to everyone who felt a bit less alone once they discovered their Hogwarts House, their faction, their Doctor… THEIR FANDOM…

Please, reblog this if you are proud of your fandom, try to interact with other fans and share your story of finding your fandoms for life- we are all in this together and we are stronger together…

Cure (3)

Bucky x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut.

A/N: Here’s part three! Bucky finds out about his past and wants to see his files, shit happens. 

Originally posted by natpekis

“So.. what you’re saying is: I was captured during World War two, after I fell off a train to my death, but I wasn’t really dead of course, and then brainwashed and tortured into killing a shitload of people before you found me again and snapped my crazy ass out of it”

Sounds about right.

“Yeah, Buck” Steve shifts a little, looking helpless and worried, sharing glances with Y/N and Sam.

I don’t think I can take any more of this. It feels as if it’s true, I know it is; but how the hell was I still sane after that?

Are you? Really?

Shut up.

Honestly. If I’m anything like the voice in my head, claiming to be me, I’m a real asshole. 

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Trying Too Hard (Part 1)

Summary: Hydra tries to make you a better version of Bucky. The Avengers get word of this and go to rescue you, but you won’t come willingly.

Warnings: swearing, violence, fighting, death (kinda)

Ship: Bucky x Reader

A/N: I recommend reading Part Zero if you haven’t!

Part Zero Part One

Tony had just called a meeting after Jarvis had informed him of some suspicious Hydra activity. If the rumors were true, they were trying to recreate The Winter Soldier. 

The Avengers slowly filed into the board room while Tony stood waiting. 

“What’s going on?” Asked Steve, taking a seat next to Sam and Nat. 

“Where Bucky?” Tony answered with another question. “He needs to be here for this.” 

“Right here.” A voice from the doorway chimed in. Bucky sat down on the other side of Sam. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Let’s begin.” Tony sighed, tapping the ring he was wearing against the table. “I don’t think there’s an easy way to say this so I’m just going to say it.”

“Tony…” Natasha inquired, voice low with suspicion. “What’s wrong?”

The tension in the room was easily detectable. Normally Tony wasn’t so hesitant to reveal a new mission or problem. Clint sat up in his chair and Wanda glanced around to read everyone’s faces. 

Tony’s eyes flicked to Bucky and then to Steve. 

“Hydra’s making a new, and probably improved, Winter Soldier.” Tony revealed, watching to gauge everyone’s reactions. 

Bucky’s face was unreadable. 

“Well then we need to go and find them now, before Hydra succeeds.” Steve decides, and everyone else nods. 

“I agree.” Bucky adds, watching as he curls his metal fingers into a fist before unclenching them again. 

“Maybe you should stay out of this one, Buck.” Steve suggests, eyeing Bucky carefully. 

“I think if anyone should go, it’s Bucky..” Wanda answered before Bucky could. “After all, he probably knows his way around better than us. Also if we’re going to fight a person with a metal arm maybe bringing another metal arm is the way to go.”

“Let’s suit up.” 

You’re walking down the hallway of the Hydra compound, having just returned from a mission. The line where metal connected to flesh at your shoulder hurt, you weren’t given enough time to recover after the surgery (amputation?). 

Your legs were walking on autopilot back to your room for a mission debriefing, while your mind was racing. 

You killed someone. 

The pleading and desperate voice of the woman echoed through your head. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. It was kill or be killed at Hydra, and you didn’t plan on dying so soon. You had to stay alive until you could find a way to escape. 

When you joined Hydra, you were under the impression that you would become a hero. You thought they were the good guys. You didn’t know how incredibly wrong you were. 

The image of that lady’s brains exiting her head flashed before your eyes and you found it hard to breathe. You frantically ripped off the mask covering your nose and mouth and sucked in the unfiltered air. 

Movement above you caught your eye and you looked up. Through the glass ceiling you saw a black dot slowing increasing in size, coming down straight above you. You squinted in confusion, trying to make out what it was when suddenly it came crashing through the glass. 

You quickly rolled out of the way as a man landed on the ground in front of you. It was Captain America, who was shortly joined by Iron Man and a girl with a red glow surrounding her. You recognized her as Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, betrayer of Hydra. 

“What the hell is this?” You growl, your stance defensive as emergency sirens sound around the compound. 

“Found her! Well that was easy.” A man with robotic bird wings comments as he lands next to Captain America. Wanda punched his arm with a glare while Captain America took a step forward.

“I know you don’t know who we are, but we’re here to rescue you. Please, come with us.” His voice was soft and cautious, as if talking to a feral cat that he suddenly wanted as a house pet. 

“I know exactly who you are.” You respond, glancing around to check for Hydra guards. 

Your escape had come sooner than you’d thought, but before you could tell him that you’d go, another person landed, breaking his fall with a metal arm. You gasped, taking a step back and clenching your fists. Captain America took note of your reaction and you saw him raise his shield slightly. 

“You’re-” You gasp, horrified. The mask falls out of your hand and hits the ground. “You’re him.” 

The Winter Soldier stands up, and your eyes meet. You’ve never seen his whole face, in the all of the pictures he wears the mask and black makeup around his eyes. 

“I know you’re very scared right now, but I can help you. I can teach you how to use the arm.” He offers, but he looks tense and on edge, probably from being even remotely close to Hydra. 

“I don’t want your help!” You raise your voice, advancing towards him. “You’re the reason I’m like this! It’s your fault!” 

You hear the words in your head. About how they’d make you better than him, stronger, faster, an even better arm. You stomp towards him, the technology in your arm audibly winding up to prepare for a punch. You swing but he blocks it with his own metal arm. You clash metal to metal, and you growl with effort as both arms shift gears to try to overpower the other. For a moment you begin to overpower him, and his eyes widen, before Captain America grabs you and pulls you backwards. You swing at him with your flesh hand but you’re already too far apart. 

“Let go of me!” You growl out, struggling to get free. You lash out and manage to hit him in the face with your metal arm. His grip loosens just enough for you to slip out and tackle the Winter Soldier, landing a punch as you go down. 

“I killed someone today!” You screamed, but your voice cracked halfway through. You move to punch him again but his metal hand encloses around yours and squeezes, hard. “I killed someone. Because of you.” 

You try to rip your arm out of his hold before a ball of red energy hits you and everything goes black. 

Part Two

Voltron Paladins on: Who’s the hottest Young Avenger?

I’m posting this as a one-shot to tumblr because it can feasibly stand alone as a fic, but it’s actually an omake of sorts for the Voltron fic Just a Little Death. The only things you need to know are:

1. The paladins figured out a way to get into contact with home, and have gotten some things. Lance’s family sent him a kindle loaded with a bunch of things he likes, including comics.
2. Some of the characterization may seem a bit unusual, because this scene takes place after after eighteen chapters in JaLD.

Other than that… well, warnings and such under the cut. This is almost three thousand words of nonsense.

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The Times Clint Barton has Sassed/ Annoyed Steven Grant Rogers #2

Report File by Steve Rogers, written to Tony Stark

Reporting: Clint Barton

Issue: I’m certain he is the one using my credit card to buy Pizza!

Present of incident: Probably everyone, since he buys a ton of pizza, certainly cannot eat it all himself; maybe they know or don’t that he uses my card.

My bank phoned me and asked me about weird transactions that have been going on for a few days, conveniently after my first report file, weird big pizza orders are showing up. I don’t want to point fingers or place blame but I am certain it’s Barton, for starters it could be retaliation because I reported him or some stupid joke; he’s the only one that would do this.  Also, it’s the same pizza place that he usually orders from, his favourite Italian place, I know we all like it but he introduced us to it.

Furthermore, I phoned the pizza place and they tell me the name always changes, it’s never a set name that he orders with a few are; Golden Boy, 90-something-year- old Virgin and what’s became his favourite Bald Eagle Herder. This is EXTREMELY embarrassing for me, also, it’s illegal to use someone’s card without permission, so on top of this and the other report he’s a criminal now. I’ve tried talking to him, he doesn’t listen to me, I’m worried he’s gonna start buying other stuff; highly embarrassing stuff. 

Punishment: I want him to pay me back for all those pizza orders, I worked it all out and it comes to around two-hundred-and-fifty dollars, I want it all back into my account. Like last time, even though the punishment didn’t get done, I want his pizza privileges taken away again.

Additional Notes: This is a very serious matter, I’m also sending this to Phil Coulson, Clint is in violation of the law this time. This is credit fraud, everyone can see this as a joke, and I don’t. I’ve tried seeing the funny side, heck, I even laughed with Sam over the names but over two-hundred dollars has basically been stolen from me.

I know you’re going to show this Clinton also, this is going to be extremely unprofessional of me, but fuck you, Clint! Just you wait, you can hide in the vents eating, basically, my pizza all you want but you gonna have to come out at some point. I’ll be waiting for you.

Thank you – this better get taken seriously – for your time.

   Steven Grant Rogers

(Report One) Inspired by Chatzy and Kik conversations between myself as Steve Rogers and @avenger-fanfic-person as Clint Barton - Rosalee (This one I have made up but honestly, this is something we would talk about in the chat anyway, hope you enjoy these.)


Requested by: @its-another-fan-acc
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: Angst, fighting, swearing

A/N: This was longer than I anticipated, whoops!

~~Third person POV~~

The room full of scientists and agents falls silent as the cylindrical tube slowly raises, letting mist pour out. Everyone was nervous, unsure how the asset would react when defrosted, but Madam Hydra stood tall, her shoulders squared and face blank from expression.

She nods towards two agents, who tentatively step forward and unlatch the asset from the cryo chamber. The asset was starting to come to, the frost in her hair melting and her skin breaking out in goosebumps. She tries to keep herself upright, but her aching muscles made her slump against the agents, who were tense and scared.

“Prep her,” Madam Hydra barks at her agents, who nod and carry the asset off to an adjoining room. The scientists take their cue and follow suit, readying themselves for the possibility of erratic post-cryo behaviour.

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I finally wrote this!! I think I fixed my writer’s block haha
But the problem is I go back to school in a week :-(
I’ll still be writing in my free time, but probably less often, but for now there’s still time for imagines!

Title: Magical
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: “Person 1 & Person 2 have gone to Disney World. While on a ride, covered by the dark P1 leans over and gives P2 a kiss on the cheek. Neither of them mention it and on the next ride P2 makes sure to sit next to P1 on the team and do the same. It becomes a competition and they sort of glare at each other before a ride starts but it becomes less of an aww and more of a ‘mother fucker how did you move that fast!’ Pref w/ Peter but I’m fine w/ any avenger!“
Word Count: 1,652
Warnings: none, I think
Notes: I deviated a bit from the prompt to make it work, but I hope it’s still cool!

Your name: submit What is this?

            "I am not sitting next to Cap this time,“ Tony grumbled. "All I heard about was Coney Island this, Coney Island that.”

           The team laughs as Tony continues mocking Steve, who rolls his eyes in response. They were finally at the front of the line, and it was time to pick seats.

           "Fine, I’ll sit with him,“ Bucky said with a scoff, pushing Tony aside to sit next to Steve on the ride.

           Tony rolls his eyes, settling for a seat next to Banner. Natasha partners up with Clint, Wanda with Vision, and, strangely, Thor and Pietro. Once the rest of the team has taken their pick, it leaves just you and Peter, the youngest Avengers.

           "This is actually my favorite ride,” Peter comments as the team takes their seats. You raise an eyebrow. “I mean, it’s called Space Mountain.”

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Full list of Vol: 2 content!

Due to popular request, here is a full list of all the source material for volume 2 in alphabetical order - there are 86 drawings in total, but some series have 2 artists drawing characters from them. Hope you see some of your favourites, and thank you for your support so far! 

Ace Attorney, Adventure Time
The Aristocats, Arrested Development
Arthur, Avatar: Legend of Korra
Berattelsem om Blödet, Beyond the Boundary
Bleach, Blue Exorcist
A Bride’s Story, Captive Prince
The Catcher in the Rye, D. Gray-Man
Dangan Ronpa, Devil May Cry
Digimon, Dragonball Z
E.T., Ensemble Stars
The Eccentric Family, Fantastic Beasts
Fatal Frame 2, Final Fantasy
Fire Emblem, Free! Starting Days/Iwatobi Swim Club
The Foxhole Court, Fullmetal Alchemist
Grandia 2, Gundam (Wing/Iron Blooded-Orphans)
Happy!, Harry Potter
Hellboy, Hero!
The Heroes of Olympus, Hocus Pocus
The Hunger Games, Inuyasha
It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure
Jurassic Park, Kubo & the Two Strings
The Last of Us, The Legend of Zelda
The Little Vampire, The Lord of the Rings
Mistborn, Mob Psycho 100
Monster, Naruto, Odin Sphere
One-Punch Man, One Thousand & One Nights
Ouran High School Host Club, Overwatch
Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, Parks & Recreation
Plutona, Ponyo, The Powerpuff Girls
Prince of Stride: Alternative, Ranma ½
The Royal Tenenbaums, Sailor Moon
The Sandman, The Six Swans
A Song of Ice & Fire, Spiritwalker
Stranger Things, Supernatural
Tales of Symphonia, Tales of Zestiria
Tenchi Muyo!, Trigun
Voltron: Legendary Defender, The X-Files
Young Avengers, Yu Yu Hakusho

anonymous asked:

one thing I can't get over is the way the creator's of aa are not consist with tony's body shape and structure. for example, in "savages" he looks so tiny (smoler than clint) with his t-shirt and then in his long shirt/short shirt combo he's the same until the captain marvel episode he's tiny again and everytime he's in the undersuit he's a beefcake (like it inflates muscles on him) am I reading too much into this or what do you think?

omg YES I’ve wondered the same thing because just look at the difference between:



even in the “Captain Marvel” episode, Tony still looks a lot…bulkier than he did in most of season 1 (when not wearing the suit at least)

of course, the logical part of me wants to say it’s just a classic case of art evolution………….buuuut the StoveTuba Trash™ part of me thinks it’s either 1) Tony bulked up because he started “vigorously training” with a certain patriotic super-soldier, or 2) Tony was always well-defined, but he just started wearing tighter clothes for the sake of said patriotic super-soldier :))))))

Family| Bruce Banner x Reader/ Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 2415 Warnings: None, well Bruce turns into his big green rage machine. There’s fluff

“You seriously never told your dad you hated him?” Clint looked over

“No, I never had a reason too,” you spoke, sitting Indian style on the couch.

“Okay, but there was this one time my sister and I got into the huge argument over a T-shirt,” Natasha spoke, all of the Avengers, including Bucky, Loki, and Sam were sitting in the Tony’s living room at Stark Tower.

“My sister and I got into a fight about grilled cheese,” you looked up from the newest headline you were reading, “it was the first time I had said a cuss-word,” a smile was now spread across your lips.

“You think that’s bad, Steve and I once had an argument over whether Yellow American or White American cheese is the best,”

“No, Alice and I once fought over regular chocolate chip cookies or oatmeal chocolate chip cookies were better,” You spoke again.

“Having siblings sounds like a lot of fighting,” Tony spoke over the rim of a glass.

“It is Brother Stark, Loki and I would jest and argue all the time back on Asgard,”

“Hail Valhalla,” you spoke, getting up from the couch, and grabbing a wine glass.
“Where have you been all day?” Bruce asked, as you walked through the door.

“Ash and I decided to have a day out, I treated him to sports wear shopping and fro-yo then he treated me to Barnes and Noble and falafel,”

“Get anything interesting?” Bruce sat his book down and walked over to where you were standing, dying to take the green bag from your hands and started in on the new books you had bought.

“Yes, I got a book on Jewish Mysticism, one on the Vikings, so Thor knows why I say “Hail Valhalla,” one on astral projection, one about the martial arts of Buddhist monks, one on bows and arrows, one on microbiology, one on flightless birds, and the complete series of Harry Potter, including Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, and the entire works of J. R. R. Tolkien,“

“That’s a lot of books,” Bruce gasped.

“Well, I make good money, and I thought that I should thank my family in some way other than baking,” you shrugged lightly, trying to fight off the blush.

“Wait,” Clint popped out of the air vent, “we’re your family?”

“Of course, what else would you be?”
“Guys, you wanna come say ‘Hi’ to the family?” You asked as the Avengers and Loki walked into the main living room. Several people were crowded on the screen that belonged to your laptop.

“Ugh, why aren’t you using the television. That computer screen is so small,” Tony wined, messing around with something on his watch and suddenly the Skype call was transferred up onto the 70 inch screen Tony had.

“Tony, you could see them perfectly fine on the laptop,” you sputtered out.

“Yeah, but they couldn’t see me, which is the real problem,” Tony puffed out his chest, and put on his best suave smile. The one he used when he hosts a big party in his Malibu home.

Bruce chuckled as your family still looked smushed up in the tiny screen, all 5 of your siblings and both parents, wanting to see you all at once.

Your younger brothers Damian and Brady, the twins, were already obsessed with the Avengers long before you had joined.

“(Y/N) please, can you please show us how your powers work? We’ve never ever seen them!” Damian screeched as your mom chuckled.

“Damian, you how (Y/N) is, she likes to keep her powers under wraps. She doesn’t like tiring herself out,”

Brady got closer to the screen, he stuck out his bottom lip and created tears in the chasms he called eyes. The lips quivered as you her mom lecturing the kids in the background and you sighed, finally giving in.

“Mom, it’s fine,” Brady smiled, but didn’t erase the tears from his eyes, “I can show them. Like Damian said, they’ve never seen them, I think it might be time,”

“(Y/N),” your dad popped on the screen and looked at you. His eyes boring deep into yours before he finally spoke, placing his hand on the screen, “be careful. Stop when it becomes to much,”

“I will dad, I promise,” Natasha, Steve, and Tony were the only ones to see what your power could do, the others sat still, waiting in awe as you finally let down a wall that you were keeping from them.

As you centered yourself on the floor, away from everyone, your back flush against the wall, the Avengers broke out in a fight, Tony called for his suit, and Steve swung a table around, aiming for Clint on to have Natasha split it in half. When Tony spun around to the noise, he aimed his palm at Loki, and just like that, the Avengers stopping fighting, all sat down on the couch, in a daze.

Clint stood behind Nat and started French braiding her hair, Nat started braiding Loki’s hair, Thor sat in front of Loki, and Bucky in the very front. When Wanda in Pietro walked in the house they sat down continuing the line, creating the most MARVELlous braid chain ever. Tony and Steve were talking about real things they were interested in, Sam picked up a random book, and Bruce had fallen asleep in the armchair.

Everything was peaceful, and you decided to keep it like this for a while. Ash looked back up at the screen, your family was staring in awe.


“Shhh,” Tony held his finger up to his mouth and Damian was silent.

“I’m proud of you (Y/N)” your dad spoke and you couldn’t help the smile that broke out of your face.

“Thanks Dad, I love you guys, but I better go before another fight breaks out,” you winked at the screen before your family chuckled and they all blew you kisses.

As you turned to see the Avengers still in their respective positions, “Well, looks like it’s time for a nap,” you snapped your fingers once more as the braids were finished and the Avengers slowly dozed off, before you moved to your room to take a nap as well.

Bruce had awoken and when he looked around the living room, the rest of the Avengers were on edge, Natasha looked ready to kill someone and “I don’t understand why you care for them so much?”

“Maybe I’m not ignorant like you, not everyone who is different has to hate people,”

“These people ridicule you, they think you’re inferior, they’re no better than-,”

“You. You act like that all the time. These ‘people’ treat me like I belong, they have given me a home away from my family,”

“You don’t know what it’s like to-”

“Don’t know what it’s like to what? Be adopted? Because I am. I am the only adopted child out of my family, you never had to compete with Thor, you were never going to be King of Asgard.”

“There is no way that you could possibly know that!” Loki’s voice boomed over everything, and the Avengers watched as (Y/N) flinched away from him.

“You are so bitter towards Odin, if he didn’t love you, he wouldn’t have kept you alive. Better yet, he could have treated you like a slave! Yet he didn’t! Frigga loved you, she loved you more than she loved Thor, and you know for damn sure that she didn’t love you just out of pity,”

Thor stepped forward as they witnessed Loki’s skin start to turn blue, “You are a mortal, you know nothing of my family, you know nothing of love,”

Tony recognized the broken look that flashed through her eyes, it had flashed through his several times when he was younger, he wanted to hold the girl in his hands, but instead he placed his hand on Thor’s chest.

“Loki,” (Y/N) started, her voice audibly strained, cracking as she tried not to let it show much, “what don’t you understand? Do you think that my adoption was easy? I was beaten and broken and torn down the most bare person I could have been,” she was whispering now, tear welling up in her eyes, “ya know, there’s a story behind every belt buckle scar that has a home on my skin. Every time I flinch away from Clint when he goes in for a high-five, reminds me that I’m not in a dangerous place anymore,”

Loki went to open his mouth, but her look of disparity stopped him, instead Loki started to calm down, started to realize maybe he was a little too brash, started to wonder if she actually knew the pain that he was going through, started to understand that just because the woman standing in front of him was a human, didn’t mean he was anymore, justified in his adoption than her.

“I have known the worst, your ‘adoption’ is the best possible case for anyone, in this realm or another, and at least Odin wasn’t the one to sell his son as a political pawn. Odin was the one who cared whether YOU,” (Y/N) poked her finger on his chest, “died or not,”

As (Y/N) stormed out of house she spoke over her shoulder, “You guys might as well stop hiding in the shadows. I’ll be back before dinner, have fun,”

As the Avengers filed out, most of them were keeping a close eye on Thor, while Clint and Natasha were watching Bruce “Loki, you had no right to act like that. You haven’t been the only one who has had a rough childhood, everyone has things they’ve had to face,” Bruce walked into the kitchen, strangely collective while pouring his cup of coffee, “you shouldn’t have been like that with her. You don’t just push people like that,”

“Dr. Banner, I-”

Bruce slammed his cup on the kitchen counter, “No! You don’t just treat people like that! You just don’t PUSH PEOPLE OF THE EDGE LIKE THAT!” Bruce’s complexion was quickly shifting to green and Natasha had to step up to him, while Tony was already calling in a code green.

“Bruce, think of (Y/N), she wouldn’t be happy to see you in the cell, you know that it breaks her when she sees you in there,” Natasha’s whisperings weren’t helping, all Bruce could think of was the way (Y/N) moved with such asperity. Bruce wanted to throw Loki off the top floor of Tony’s building, so that was going to happen. 
Your P.O.V.
As promised, you were back in time for dinner, Tony, being the kind and gentle soul that he is, ordered pizza to decrease the stress level of you. When you walked in the door, all of the Avenger’s looked like they were deer caught in headlights, you quickly scanned the room. Loki sitting on the floor, Bruce’s chair left empty.

Moving around the open space cautiously, taking the paper plate stacked with pizza that Clint handed you. Slowly eating the food, you were still scanning the area, eyes darting all over the place, Natasha glared over at Loki, then gently looked up to you, slowly taking your hand and nodding at you gently.

“What did he do?” You whispered down to Natasha, and Clint’s body shook with silent laughter. 

“I’m sorry (Y/N), it’s just Bruce couldn’t hold himself back. Natasha tried talking to him, but he just picked Loki up and threw him out the window,” Clint’s body was still shaking, and you had cracked a smile. 

“How long has he been down there?”

“Since you left, about 5 minutes after, we really tried to calm him down, but nothing helped,” you ruffled Clint’s hair and his slice of supreme pizza. Moving swiftly to sit on the couch, beside Tony and right behind Loki. Crossing your legs and practically gazing past the television, moving to lean on Tony’s shoulder.

“Did Nick have to come by? Or was he compliant?” now more vocal and Thor swooped you up off the couch when he walked into the living area out of the hallway. Carrying you off the couch over his shoulder. 

“Thor, put me down!” Your giggles were divergent towards your demands. 

“Lady (Y/N), before you go see Brother Banner, you need to calm down. We can all see the way your love effects him and how he replicates your emotions,” Thor’s hair was still in the braid from the other day, and a few strands were dangling free that you pushed back off his face in a motherly manner.

“I’m supposed to be the smart parental figure here Thor,” The rest of the group smiled as Thor carried her to the door, but you jumped off his shoulders, using Thor’s giant back to flip around as well

“I’ll be back soon, and hopefully with a calm, more collected, doctor on my arm,” you winked back at the Avengers and walked out the door, the slightest little pep in her step noticeable.

“We didn’t expect you guys to be back so soon,” Natasha was sitting at her vanity, placing a pale nude lipstick on her lips.

“Did you really think we were going to miss your birthday party? All I had to do was bribe Fury with pie and give a kiss on the cheek. Of course we made it,”

Natasha hugged you and proceeded to walk out of the room with her. Tony was already entertaining guests for the even tonight, even though it was Natasha’s birthday, Tony always though the spotlight belonged to him.

A little while later when everyone was settled down and sated, you cautiously stood and clinked her glass a few times, the gentle murmur in the room slowing and coming to a halt.

“So, I’m not usually one for any words that are touchy feely, or anything of that nature. Hell, you can’t be when you work with Tony Stark,” The crowd chuckled as Tony raised his glass of scotch from his position at the open bar.

“But um, I would just like to thank Tony and the Avengers for being my family away from home. New York is a bit ways from where my family is, and I think it shows amazing on Tony’s character that his ego was able to over come living with someone smarter than him,”

Just a Little Death - Chapter Update

Chapter 19: Omake: The Young Avengers Debate

In which the paladins argue about the hotness of relatively obscure comic book characters.

This isn’t a real chapter, it’s just an omake where the Voltron paladins argue over which Young Avenger is the hottest. I’ll be posting it separately to tumblr as a one-shot since it can feasibly work as a stand-alone with only one or two notes regarding the eighteen chapters worth of deviations up to this point.

Out of Breath

Steve Rogers x pregnant! In Labour! Reader
Imagine: giving birth to Yours and Steve’s baby and Steve is so overjoyed, excited, and nervous that he faints.

Re: I’m going to have so much fun with this *evil cackling**furiously typing**grinch worthy grin*

Genre: Fluff, Family, Romance, Humor
Rated: Everyone
Warning: swearing, birthing (is that even a warning?)

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

You yelled out, grabbing your swollen stomach and the counter. You felt a wetness running down your legs and you yelled.
You heard running and Steve burst through the door. His blue eyes were wide and Tony looked out from Steve’s shoulder.
“I got him…”
You screamed out again and Steve panicked.
“Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god! Ok…let’s go! Tony, MOVE!”
Steve picked you up and you clutched your stomach, the contractions so painful you cried. Steve ran to the limo Tony had and you were gently laid down on the seat. Tony was gripping the seats, the Avengers filing in and Natasha stated, sitting on the floor
“We’re not gonna make it!”
I screamed out.
“I can’t! Oh my fucking god!”
Thor persed his lips and stated.
“I can help ease her pain.”
Steve asked, voice frantic and stuttering.
“W-w-w-what?! How? H-how are-”
Thor replied, sitting beside you and gently rubbing your stomach.
“I will have you know, Brother Steve, that I am not just the god of thunder. I am the god of fertility.”
The pain webbed itself away and I grunted, holding Thors hand.
“Thank you, Thor. You are a blessing from Asgard.”
You smiled and kissed his hand. You then cried out and Tony said to the driver
“Pull over!”
Steve exclaimed. Tony pointed towards Thor as Thor explained.
“She must give birth the the child now or she will lose the baby.”
You cried as Thor rolled up the sleeves of his black button up and tied back his bangs into a small man bun, the rest of his hair down. He asked.
“I need to get these jeans off. Is that ok?”
You nodded and Thor took off your jeans and panties.
“I need all of the doors to this metal contraption open. She needs air.”
‘Thank god we’re on the side of the road…basically in the middle of nowhere.’
You thought
Thor then instructed.
“I need someone to hold her legs open.”
Tony held your left and Clint held your right. Natasha was gently pressing a cold water bottle to your forehead and neck. Bruce was beside Thor with two blankets and Steve was pale.
“Lady (y/n), we must start the birthing process. Deep breath and push.”
You did as instructed and Steve’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mouth fell open and he fainted, falling out of the car. Tony started laughing and Clint whispered to you as you pushed again.
“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.”
You cried and Thor soothed you, whispering.
“You are doing well. On three, again. One, two, three, push.”
You squeezed Clint and Natasha’s hand tightly, screaming while pushing. Thor said.
“I can see the head a little. Two more. You can do this, lady (y/n).”
You pushed and pushed, screaming as a sudden relief came. Everything was silent until you heard a cry. Thor smiled brightly, cutting the umbilical cord and wrapping the baby.
“A baby boy. Congratulations.”
You smiled then gasped, grabbing your stomach. Clint looked around then back at you.
“I don’t think she’s done…”
Thors smile instantly fell and he got a concentrated look on his face. Steve was dragged in the limo by Bruce and Natasha asked Tony while taking the baby.
“Tony, think you got AC duty?”
Tony nodded and held the bottle to your neck. You pushed, screaming loud. Your scream awoke Steve and he jolted. Instantly, he looked at you and Natasha gave Steve your boy, whispering in his ear. His mouth fell open and he carefully held his son. Thor encouraged, massaging your thighs.
“You are doing so well. One more.”
You pushed and another cry sounded.
“Am I done yet?”
You asked. Thor chuckled and nodded. Cutting the cord, he handed you the baby while stating.
“A boy and girl. Congratulating you.”
Tony and Clint carefully let your legs go and Tony stated, wrapping another blanket around your bottom half.
“This is gonna be the best story ever.”
Steve looked at you and walked over, sitting beside you. He looked over at your passed out form and smiled. Tony replied.
“I am so posting you fainting on Youtube.”
“Tony. Shut up.”
Steve said, stroking his babies cheeks.
“Let the ladies and boy sleep.”
He smiled.

Soulmate AU: Steve #1

Idk if this will be good but i left is so i might do more. yah


 AU: Everyone gets a soul mark but its when you get it that’s the clincher. They can show up any time and you may not even notice until you next look at your palm. Some people have their soul marks from birth or very young and some don’t get them till their old, the latest recorded being seventy five in 2001. (And sometimes your soulmate is already dead.) The marks are like compass’s, always pointing in the direction of your destined partner (unless of course they are dead and then they don’t move.)

(Also always shows up on your palm so like you’ll know when it appears and you won’t have to deal with having a compass on your ass cheek.)

You hadn’t minded that your palms were still blank. These things happened. Your parents, a soul mate pairing had been married before their marks had appeared, a matched set. And then it had only been an added blessing, something neither had really thought about since they’d met. For them, their soul mates had just been figments because how could anyone be better than the one they were with. And they were right, a pair of unknowing soulmates.

Clapping your hands together, you looked back up at Director Fury and winked.

“Don’t sass me.” He grumbled lowly and you laughed. Rising, you closed the distance between the two of you and leant into his side, despite his sigh of false suffering.

“Do you think my soul mate is going to be some boring book nerd or an even more boring SHIELD agent?” You asked softly and Nick sighed again, giving you a look. You shrugged in response, waltzing a few steps away. “See, the thing is, I’m not really a loving person. You know that.”

He nodded a small movement so you paraded a few steps to the left.

“And what if they are? What if he’s a biker?” You thought about it for a moment, a slow grin spreading over your face. “A biker wouldn’t be so bad. We could be the most powerful pairing in the motorcycle world. But what if he’s in a boy band?”

A booming laugh escaped the eye patched man and you scowled. Fury didn’t laugh often, but when he did it was always at your expense.

“That’s not fair! You can’t laugh!” You snarled and he sobered quickly, issuing you with a harsh look.

“And why not?” He boomed back and you smiled sweetly.

“Because I said so and I am your superior.” You joked and he rolled his eyes. Not even your jokes got him laughing. Just your disappointing life. Or future disappointing life.

“Tony, this is Y/N.” Your eyes drifted over the billionaire and you bit your lip. His uninterested expression did an about face, suddenly becoming very interested.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, was it?” He asked smoothly, voice full of knowing and seduction. You heard the slight rustle of Fury about to step in but you shifted slightly to block him and he stopped.

“Obviously. And you’re Tony who? Sorry, Nick wasn’t very clear.” You smirk and he blinks, once then twice before scowling up at Fury.

“Who is this kid?” He gripes and you laugh softly.

“That’s above your pay grade, suffice to say she’ll be around.” He non-answered succinctly and you fought down a belly laugh at the pout Tony hid as he walked away in a huff.

“Hey, Y/N.” Clint greeted a little flirtatiously and you went to him willingly, leaving Nick to brood in the corner.

“Hello, Sweetrobin.” You giggled, linking arms with him and pulling him further into the crowd. His arm pulled free of yours, instead wrapping around your shoulders and holding you close. Your eyes met his for a moment before you let your gaze dart away and refocus on the crowd. “Where is Tashie tonight?”

“She’s around.” He answered, mostly a brush off but you didn’t care. If she was here, it meant she would arrive soon to tear the bird off of you and replace him with herself. Something the two often fought over- who got to be on your arm that night.

A waiter passed and you reached out to nab a drink from the plate but you fumbled, eyes catching on a dark shape on your palm, and knocked over the glasses. Quick as a flash, Clint had you turned to make it look like he had caused the accident before grinning winningly at the staring crowd.

“Sorry about that, I’m not so great on the ground as I am up above.” He laughed and the waiter grinned dazedly before waving you and the Hawk off.

“You didn’t tell me you’d gotten your soulmate mark!” He crows, snatching your hand and cupping it gently in both of his. “Oh! It’s pointing at me! Looks like we’re getting married!” He laughed loudly but you remained silent, staring at the star with a paintbrush with a blade handle inset. The brush turned as you moved yours and Clints hands and you smiled a small smile.

“An artist. Maybe he paints in blood.” You wondered softly and Clint cringed dubiously.

“I hope not. Could you imagine you and another slayer? That’s… That’s my nightmare.” He laughed, which was cut off by Natasha appearing and snatching your palm from him.

“Oh! It’s lovely!” She winked a little and you rolled your eyes, pulling her close with your free hand until her hip bumped yours. Black Widows to the left, Hawkeyes to the right, here you are. Stuck in the middle again.

“We’re going to be unstoppable and you know it, Barton. Don’t doubt me and my artist.” You promised a little possessively, ignoring the look that passed between the two spys. You gently traced the line of the blade brush, which now pointed north east. “You know most artists are mad, right? I wouldn’t mind some madness.”

“Y/N.” Fury boomed, striding through the crowd like Moses parting the sea and your eyes went wide.

“I love it when he does that. Like a leather shadow, coming to swallow the world.” You marveled before darting forward and shoving your hand in his face. “He’s an artist!”

Clint shared a snicker with Natasha at your attitude in the face of a quietly angry Director. For a moment, the large mans eyes softened and he inclined his head in recognition, face otherwise blank and you preened.

“Y/N. We’re leaving, now.” He bit out, ruining the moment with Maria finally appearing beside him.

“He’s right. We’ve just got a call that requires our presence and you need to be taken home.” Maria explains a little less abruptly and you pout, shooting Barton and Romanoff pleading looks, but they shrug lazily.

Obviously Dumb and Dumber won’t be a help.

“What if I went home later and you guys can go do… Whatever elsewhere?” You offered with a wiggle of your eyebrows that had Nicks brows sinking lower in disappointment. And if Marias deeply offended expression was anything to go by, you were going to be in her dog house.

“Sorry.” You mouthed at her as Fury turned and started striding away and she glared at you. You wouldn’t be on her good side for a while now, that’s for sure. Instead, you gave in and followed the pair meekly, letting them drop you at the house you shared with Nick and then make their own exit.

You gazed at your mark, trying to draw it on a piece of paper fruitlessly. Your soul mate might be an artist, but you most certainly were not. Huffing angrily, you decided instead to simply take a picture. Photography was something you had a knack for, thankfully. Twisting carefully, you aligned your ridiculously expensive, and impressively sturdy camera with your palm, managing to capture it in the perfect way.

A few buttons later and you were able to set the image as your phone lock screen. With a small smile, you pulled on your gloves and shoved the device in your pocket.

Now that you actually had the mark, people would be able to use it against you, so you’d have to hide it. And getting used to wearing gloves is the first step. But setting it as your lock screen? That you could write off as your own whims, a dreamy mark you’d seen online until you finally had your own.

Glad to be done with that, you clambered to your feet and headed for Furys office, logging into his account and scrolling the files. People would probably be angry if they knew you had his verification and access to the secrets, but what they didn’t know wouldn’t upset them. And it’s not like he could keep you out anyway. Better you ease your boredom with secrets than assault.

You slowed, eyes pausing on the Avengers file. One of your favourites, a dream yet unrealised. Opening it, you parsed over the names like Thor Odinson and Tony Stark before pausing. Steve Rogers? A new name.

Excitement built in your breast and you stifled it, accrediting it to an update on something you hoped to be alive to see.

Steve Rogers AKA Captain America


You’d heard of him. The daring war tales and his howling commandos.

You snickered a little at their name, perhaps military rationing had extended to underwear too. Scrolling some, you soon became engrossed in the mans history. It was impressive, so much so that the stalest way it could be written, the most unembellished, was still practically a fantasy. Sure, you lived in a similar fantasy but for his time?


“Have you heard? The Fourth of July came early.” You whispered to Natasha who gave you a quizzical look. Right. The frozen body of the nineteen forties war hero called Captain America coming back to life would not be anywhere near her mind. “Captain America isn’t dead.”

Bluntness, the easiest way to avoid Natasha’s special interviews.


“Am I supposed to repeat myself?” You sniped back, the knife you’d been making marks in the table with beginning on another line. 

“Are you listening, Agent?” Whoever was lecturing shot you a withering glare, which you shot right back.

“Am I supposed to? It’s not like I didn’t read your notes beforehand so this is old news.” You snarled, furious at being interrupted and that you’d been singled out. You watched as his eyes glowed with anger, the word insubordination practically steaming out his ears. You bowed your head, almost too late and gave him an embarrassed look through your lashes. He relaxed a little, eyes returning to their natural blankness, but not before you saw a flash of understanding shoot into his gaze.

Thank goodness for men and their instantaneous connection to menses every time a woman acts “the wrong way”.

“Not fair that you get away with that.” Natasha scolded you out of the corner of her mouth and you winked at her.

“Anyway, wanna sneak in and check out the body with me?” You challenged but she didn’t rise, her expression disinterested. You growl softly when she doesn’t even bother saying no, despite the fact that you knew she wouldn’t really be interested. “I’ll do it alone then.”

Probably a good thing- you aren’t in as precarious a position as her.

opinions: should i do more??