IDK why current Marvel is so insistent on making sure Tony has no friends ever? Historically he’s done best as a character when he’s been:
A) Having a great time with his long-time well-established friends B) Getting support from those friends C) Saving or being saved by those friends
Like yeah, sure, ok give me so delicious “life is pain but I must overcome” Tony Stark TM self-sacrificing behaviour, but please let him have FRIENDS while it happens? Stop vagueing about it, Marvel! Just let people say they like Tony!
hi ive broken hiatus because Sebastian is getting all beefy and thicc to film as Bucky but his hair is still super short so i can only assume the plan at Marvel currently is to defeat Thanos with the force of beauty that a Short Haired Beefy Bucky would be
I have to submit a topic I want to write about for my research paper in my English class and one of the subjects we can choose from is “Art and Literature.” Am I really about to submit Osamu Tezuka’s influence on Japanese animation and comics as my topic– LMAO I looked to see if there were academic articles and books of him in my university’s database and library and there is– sO THERE’S NOTHING STOPPING ME. Hopefully my professor doesn’t judge me, I mean, I AM going to that university exclusively for the animation program, so I might as well have fun with what I’m going to write about.
My main problem with boycotting Marvel entirely right now is that I feel like it inadvertently throws series like Ms. Marvel and Black Panther under the bus along with the minority writers currently writing for Marvel.
Like, Marvel would just see sales dropping for those series and go: “Guess people don’t want that after all” and then cancel those and return to the old status quo where most of their characters were white and straight.
At least, that’s how I see it. I think I’d rather boycott Nick Spencer and any other writer that writes that kind of garbage specifically like I do with Scott Lobdell and Frank Miller at DC.
Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the
compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his
new very shy and gentle teammate.
Word count: 1,607
Warnings: Swearing as always
(it is so beyond hard to write normal lately. I’ve been
reading a lot of A/B/O fics and honestly they are my favorite things ever, only
problem is that they make it hard to write normal fics when you’re in the
mindset that you’re a fucking omega
ps: if you know of any alphabucky reader inserts please tell me)
For the next couple of days Bucky kept a closer eye on you
then normal, you where slowly getting your strength back to a normal humans
capacity, and he was worried you would over exert yourself. To make him less
paranoid you decided to stay clear of training until your body was at full
strength, But that didn’t mean you couldn’t watch others train.
You where currently marveling over Steve and Bucky’s toned
bodies as they lunged at one another, throwing punches and kicks.
It wasn’t the first time you had done this, but the first
time you had been so open about it. In the past you would hide behind workout
equipment and long to be able to actually fight. (and also maybe staring at the
beautifully chiseled features of two of the hottest super soldiers in the
However currently, you where completely out in the open, not
even bothering to act innocent as your eyes ran the length of Bucky’s body.
With one quick jab at Steve’s ribs, Bucky was able to knock
him off balance enough to send a sweep of his feet to Steve’s legs.
Steve’s eyes traveled to you as he now lay on the matt in
defeat, watching you sit cross legged near the wall.
You scribbled down a 0 on the small white board you stole
from the medical wing, and held it up, giving him a thumbs down and laughing
“I had ‘em on the ropes” he assured, but you just shook your
head with a smile.
“(Y/N) do you want to try?” Steve asked, but was quickly
shut down by Bucky.
“No, no she’s not ready yet”
You just smiled lightly, knowing Bucky just wanted you to be
safe and healthy.
Before Steve could argue further, the door to the training
room opened and tony strolled in, dressed in an over the top west wood suit.
“Fancy party?” Steve asked curiously.
“Hardly, no actually a meeting.” He replied, he took a
couple of steps towards you and smiled gently, laying a careful hand on your
“Miss your voice kid?” he asked softly.
You nodded sheepishly at him, looking over at Bucky who held
a sort of jealous glint in his eyes.
Bucky was about to interject, probably some comment about Tony’s
strange behavior, when tony began motioning towards the door. “Come on then, I have something you’ll appreciate.”
You looked back at Bucky,
quirking a brow and hoping that he takes the hint to ask tony what he means. Unfortunately
he just shrugged, forcing you to suck it up and go with tony anyway.
“Alright kid, now I know surgeries are probably the least appealing
thing to you, given the last couple of weeks, but its small and I’m almost
certain the device will work.”
Tony sat you down on the same metal table you’ve felt the
first time he explained your heart surgery. Only this time, it was some sort of
brain and vocal cords type of surgery.
“It won’t take more than an hour, the healing is fast, and I
promise you it won’t be like the last time.”
You looked up at him, thinking for a while but nodding your
head. No pain no gain right?
He smiled and got up to inform his team of surgeons, leaving
you to stare at the screen he had used to explain everything.
It was some sort of metal device that would be installed in
place of your vocal cords and also connect to your brain, and by some complicated
mechanics that you honestly zoned out while listening to, it would give you the
ability to talk. You honestly felt kind of weird about it, thinking at first
that it would be some kind of mechanical voice, but as tony explained he’s able
to match to pitch and tone of your normal voice and actually make it sound like
You just really hoped it worked.
Bucky hadn’t seen (Y/n) since yesterday, and honestly it
started to worry him. Where the hell did tony take you, and why hadn’t you come
Just as he angrily shut the refrigerator door you came practically
skipping into the kitchen.
“Oh hey doll.” He greeted softly, his eyes fixed on your
brightly lit smile.
You gave him a wave, looking around and grabbing an orange
from the bowl on the counter.
“Want any real food? I could make us some pasta?” he asked.
You gave him a nod, sitting yourself on one of the stools
that lined up with the counter, while Bucky began to get a pan out, and search
for the wooden spoon he seemed to always use. He looked through a couple draws
and cabinets, but came up empty.
“it’s in the sink” you said casually.
“Oh thanks.” He replied, grabbing the spoon from the sink
and rinsing it off.
After a few moments you heard the sudden drop of the spoon
as Bucky’s head whipped around, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
“Y-You- did- I mean…”
“Hey handsome.” You answered.
He shuffled across the kitchen, grabbing your face in his
hands smiling widly, and looking into your eyes almost trying to read your
“How?!” he asked in a giddy voice.
“Tony gave me some sort of strange device that he got from
his so called ‘client’.” You replied,
motioning to the stitches that you had on the side of your neck.
“You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice.”
He laughed softly, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to your lips.
(two days later, finally full strength!)
You retracted your fist as far back as you could, and sent a
roaring punch to the side of the black bag, feeling the pressure of your force
connect with the object and sent it swinging back. Your other hand doing the
same at a rhythmic beat, as a smile spread over face in triumph.
In your frenzies of punches you lifted your leg up, spun,
and sent the back of your heal against the bag with so much force that it swung
nearly a foot away from the blow. The action would have caused you a broken leg
in the past, but today, in this moment, it did nothing but send that beautiful
healthy burn coursing through your muscles.
You let your body rest for a few minutes, smiling from ear
to ear and swinging your arms back and forth in excitement.
Next you decided to hop onto a tread mill, a thing you where
familiar with walking on but never running. You pushed your normal speed of
about 3 and let yourself slowly walk, breathing deeply and softly laughing at
how little your energy had drained.
After about 2 or 3 minutes you pushed the incline up to 8
and adjusted the speed straight to 10. The light wind from the machines built
in fan, made your hair gently caress your face, sticking to your open lips as
your mouth was panting and huffing in a wide grin.
Light laughs escaped you as you bumped up the incline and
felt the sweat beginning to form on your forehead and arms. In all your years
of life, running had never been something you were capable of doing. Your body
was like a crumbling piece of stale bread and any moving around that was to
wild could send your body into a heap on the floor.
“Trying out the new bones I see?” you heard a voice call
over the loud whirl of the machine and slowly glanced back to see Bucky
standing in the doorway of the gym. Your smile only grew more as you looked
down at your feet, seeing them fly through the air in fluid motions.
“Same bones I’ve always had, just aren’t blocked by a giant
black tumor anymore!” you yelled back. He gave an airy laugh and then
approached you, causing you to turn the machine back to walking speed.
“What did Helen say about your condition?” he asked, this
time at normal talking levels.
“I no longer have brittle bone disease, asthma, kidney
failure, or degenerative disc disease. Oh and my iron deficiency has improved.”
You stated, smiling at his shocked expression.
“All of that was caused by your powers?”
“Yup! Nearly everything that has ever been wrong with me was
caused by my powers excessive need for strength.” His mouth stood agape before
he quickly shut it and looked you over. “There is one thing that sucks though.”
“Oh really what’s that?” Bucky’s eyebrows rose.
“I get periods now…” you mumbled.
He let out a barking laugh and shook his head. “You didn’t
You sighed heavily, squirming slightly as you felt the
slight presence of what you body was
doing down there.
“I was too skinny before, that stupid pocket kept all the
nutrients and calories I got from any sort of food, so my period never really
He frowned slightly. “so you couldn’t have kids for two different
You nodded. “Too frail and no periods, so yeah basically.”
“Hey.. I was wondering..” Bucky’s voice trailed off shyly.
“Go on.” You urged.
“Do you maybe want to go out to dinner tomorrow night?”
Your cheeks went red as you slowly lowered your head to hide