doctor jane foster

Darcy getting a call at 2 am.
  • Darcy: Hello?
  • Jane: I'm going to kill you.
  • Darcy: Fair enough. But why?
  • Jane: The prince of Asgard doesn't need an iPhone.
  • Darcy: He kept borrowing my phone to play games so I figured why not get him his own?
  • Jane: Darcy, it's 2 am and he's been up all night playing everything you helped him download.
  • Thor: *in the background* AHAHAHA! These birds of anger are delightfully entertaining!
  • Darcy: ....Does he mean angry birds?
  • Jane: Yes! If I have to listen to his adorable laugh about those goddamned birds one more time, I'm sending him over to your house.
  • Darcy: Fair enough.

Yeah, none of us on Tumblr do this.

Reblog if you blog about/are in any of those fandoms!

My dash has been so dead lately; I need new blogs to follow. So if you’re in any of the following fandoms then feel free to reblog this; I will be following everyone ❤️

- Gilmore girls

- Scream

- Pll

- Switched At Birth

- Doctor Who

- The Fosters

- Dance Moms

- Younger

- Once Upon a time

- Jane the virgin

- Scream Queens

- bobs burgers

- Teen wolf

- Vampire diaries

- Gossip girl

- One Tree hill

- 90210

- Supernatural

- AHS

- Crazy Ex girlfriend

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AVENGERS #8

• Once and for all, the Avengers have to decide whether the Infamous Iron Man is friend or foe! It’s hard to trust an “ally” you’ve been fighting against for years — but the Avengers will have to!

INFAMOUS IRON MAN #9

• As the impossible task of redeeming himself to the universe begins to overwhelm him, the truth about Doom’s reincarnated mother is revealed!

Doctor Doom for June

Mother Russia? More like Mother Hen, Amirite?

[Headcannon that one of the first things Bucky remembers in his recovery is taking care of others. He probably adopts Jane Foster. Clint Barton probably constantly finds himself receiving first aid from the Winter Soldier. Sam bundled up in a lot of jackets, scarves, and gloves on missions in cold places because Bucky’s worried.]

The Asset is restless.

He has been out of cryogenic stasis for three months, two weeks, and seven days. His new handler—old mission (incomplete), Man on The Bridge, Stevie—has not given him a mission. The Asset waits and trains. He maintains optimum functionality.

The inhabitants of the tower steer clear of him. The Asset is not negatively affected by this and so does not rectify it.

One day a woman knocks on the apartment door. 1.6 meters tall, approximately 55 kilograms, Caucasian, brunette, brown eyes. Anxious. It recognizes her as Doctor Jane Foster, the astrophysicist, high profile target.

Not a threat.

“Hey,” she says, addressing the Asset directly, “is Steve here?”

The Asset shakes his head, negative. Dr. Foster sighs.

“Damn. Alright, look.” He is. “I have to get to work—I am so close to a break-through—but my assistant, Darcy, is sick. She’s my friend and I really don’t want to leave her alone. She’s showing symptoms of a cold and I would really appreciate it if someone could take care of her. Could you check on her for me?”

The Asset tilts his head, considering. He has no mission. Dr. Foster has presented him with one. The handler is not here to say otherwise.

“Mission accepted.”

The doctor gives him a weird look.

“O-okay…thanks.” She leaves.

The Asset makes his way to Darcy Lewis’s apartment via the vents. He has determined that this is the most efficient and effective way of reaching his mission objective.

He drops into his mission’s living quarters and locates Darcy on the couch wrapped in a large comforter.

“WHAT THE SHIT.” She yells. Hoarsely. The Asset narrows his eyes. Her throat must be raw, most likely from coughing.

Darcy Lewis narrows her eyes right back at him. She sniffles. Fifteen seconds pass in silence.

“Can I help you?” Darcy snaps. The Asset shakes his head.

“Okay,” she says. Silence falls again.

The Asset has completed his mission. He has checked in on Darcy Lewis. He should return and make a mission report.

He does not.

Darcy Lewis takes a breath to say something else and immediately begins to cough. At the end of her coughing fit she groans, grasping her cranium with one hand.

“Ugh, my head.”

“You need proper care and rest,” the Asset says, moving towards her.

“Uh, wha—whoa! Dude!” Darcy grabs onto his shoulders as he picks her up, carrying her like a child through her apartment. He knows where her quarters are. He did reconnaissance on all the tower residents when he was first acquired by his new handler.

He lays Darcy Lewis in her bed and tucks her in. This was not part of mission parameters. He is deviating from the mission.

Darcy’s wide, fevered eyes look back at him from the bed. Her reactions are sluggish and clumsy. He furrows his brow. Reaching out with his left hand and placing it on her forehead.

“Um.”

“You have a fever of 38.3 degrees Celsius. You will remain in bed.”

“UM.”

The Asset has a strange sense of familiarity with this situation. He has done this before, he thinks. He does not feel as if he is deviating from his mission but rather…resuming his mission?

“Look, cyberbro. I appreciate the concern,” Darcy Lewis says, attempting to sit up, “but I have wo—,”

“You will remain in bed,” the Asset repeats firmly. He gives her a menacing look. She stares at him a moment before reclining again.

“You know what? I think I’ll just stay in bed.” She says. He nods approvingly.

When she begins to cough again the Asset goes looking for medicine. He makes sure she takes it even when she makes a face at it. It reminds him of someone else. It reminds him of—

(“Drink the damn medicine, Steve.”

“Ah, come on, Buck. It’s not that bad,” Steve makes a face.

“No, but knowing you it’ll probably get worse. Now, drink the damn medicine, ya dumb punk.”

“Yeah, yeah ya jerk.”)

She falls asleep soon after this. He monitors her temperature and her breathing. When she wakes up she will need fluids and nutrients. He places an unopened water bottle on her bedside table and moves into her kitchen to make soup. He thinks that cooking was probably not part of the skill set his previous handlers taught him but he knows it anyway.

When she wakes he places the soup in front of her and makes sure she eats as much of it as she’s able. He watches her drink most of the water bottle. When she’s finished he makes her take more medicine. He goes to clear the soup bowl as she’s falling asleep. Before he can get too far he feels a tug on his shirt. He turns to find her smiling at him.

“Thanks,” she slurs as her eyes slip shut.

(Steve grabs his wrist before he can move too far away from their rickety, second-hand bed.

“Thanks, Buck,” he says smiling, “really. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”)

A sense of pride fills him. Satisfaction at a mission well done. But more than that there is a sense of warmth…almost—but not quite—foreign. The feeling is positive. The Asset will continue to be in contact with and care for Darcy Lewis.

A few days later when Sam gets the same bug, he screams as Bucky drops into his room from the ceiling.

Bucky opened the door with a bang and put a bullet in the head of the three AIM agents in the room. They dropped to the floor and a horse shout of triumph emitted from one of the women in the room. They were both tied to separate chairs that were facing each other. Only one of them was conscious.

“Doctor Jane Foster?”

Her narrow shoulders sagged and she glanced to the other woman. “Tell me you’re here to rescue us?”

“I’m with the Avengers, we’re here to rescue you and your assistant Darcy Lewis.” He jerked his chin at the other woman. “This her?”

Doctor Foster’s eyes grew glassy but she didn’t cry. “Yeah, they gave her something that knocked her out.”

He nodded and moved forward to untie her from her hair. There were gouges in the cement beneath the metal legs of the chair like she had been hoping around in it. If her personality assessment was true, then that’s probably exactly what she did.

As soon as her legs were untied she was up like a shot and kneeling next to Lewis. Doctor Foster brushed the hair out of Lewis’ face and called her name gently.

Bucky began the same process of freeing Lewis. “Was AIM able to get any information from of either of you?”

Doctor Foster licked her thumb and wiped a smudge off of Lewis’ cheek. “No, they’re idiots.” She didn’t elaborate and didn’t really need to.

The agents who had taken Foster and Lewis had been idiots. Not only were they in a stereotypical warehouse at the docks with the van they had used in the kidnapping parked right out front, but one of them had live tweeted the entire abduction. It was ridiculous.

Once Lewis was untied, he hefted her over his shoulder and made for the door. Foster followed behind him silently until they were outside where Barton was waiting for them.

“Doctor Foster.” He nodded to the tiny woman at his side.

Said tiny woman narrowed her eyes at him. “I remember you, you’re the one who stole Darcy’s iPod.”

Clint gave a nervous chuckle and took a step back. “You – uh – remember that?”

Foster fisted both hands on her hips and opened her mouth to no doubt give Clint a dressing down when the soft mutter of the woman over his shoulder interrupted. “Who’s ass is this?”

The three standing people all froze and side-eyed each other.

“It’s a nice ass.” And then Darcy Lewis gave him a firm squeeze which he clearly telegraphed to the other two with a straightening of his spine.

“Darcy!” Jane disappeared from view, hopefully to make her assistant stop molesting him. Not that it didn’t feel nice, but the circumstances weren’t ideal either.

Lewis did not stop. In fact she put both hands on his butt, not to leverage herself up, but to knead at the muscle. Clint, who had taken more steps back was grinning like a lunatic. Bucky couldn’t even muster up a glare under the assault on his backside.

“Is this your ass, Jane?” Lewis slurred.

Foster made a tutting sound. “Your still high, get some sleep.”

Lewis hummed and finally released him. The relief was short lived when she then wrapped her arms around his waist and hummed into the small of his back. Bucky turned to Foster who shrugged in a clear ‘what can you do’ manner.  

Avengers Assemble (part 3/5)

A/N: Aaaand we’re halfway there!!! I’ll probably post the rest next week? Idk haha but anyways enjoy!!

Word Count: 2,373

Part one//Part two//Part three//Part four//Part five

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“As soon as Loki took the Doctor we moved Jane Foster,” Coulson said showing Thor the screen of Jane on her whereabouts. You stood beside them, arms crossed over your chest as you peered at the screen. “We’ve got an excellent observatory in Tromso. She was asked to consult there very suddenly yesterday. Handsome fee, private plane, very remote. She’ll be safe.”

“Thank you.” Thor looked at the screen before looking at Coulson. “It’s no accident, Loki taking Erik Selvig. I dread what he plans for him once he’s done. Erik is a good man.”

You looked at Thor, seeing that he was genuinely worried for that Doctor.

“He talks about you a lot,” Coulson looked at Thor as he pushed himself up from the table, starting to walk. “You changed his life. You changed everything around here.”

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Marvel AU: After absorbing the Aether, Doctor Jane Foster finds herself in Asgard, where she meets the Lady Sif again. Despite the trying circumstances and the differences between them, they soon bond over their mutual struggles and strike up a friendship that begins to transform into something else as they spend more time together. Once Jane learns of the Aether’s true nature, she joins forces with Sif in a journey to rid herself of the gem and save the universe from the Dark Elves.