just did this just because jarvis


Requests are OPEN

Imagine…Confessing to Tony Stark that you love him.

[x] - requested by @melizzzabeth

Gif Credit: I can’t find it, but it’s not mine :(

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 2,654

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Panic Attack, Mentions of past abuse

A/N: Have I told you lately that Tony Stark is a beautiful and innocent cupcake who doesn’t deserve the pain of this world? No? Let me remind you. Anyway, I’ve wanted to write Tony having a panic attack for quite some time, and it just felt right to be in this. I also suffer from frequent panic attacks. I had to seek therapy for that and my depression. Know that you’re never alone in this and that there are people who are willing to help. Mental health is important. Please, take care of yourself. Also, I’m so sorry this is late. Due to a loss in the family, I haven’t been paying attention to Tumblr.

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Tony Stark's Daughter Growing Up With The Avengers Headcannons Part 1

Baby to Toddler
-Tony would be super protective
- He would stay up all night sometimes just watching you sleep
-Your first word would be daddy
*When Tony hears it he cries because his biggest fear was being just like his father and this proves that he’s not
*But your second word was Jarvis
-At night Jarvis puts holograms of anything from butterflies to stars to calm you down when you cry at night
* Your favorite hologram is that of your dad
-When you’re learning how to walk Tony pads the whole area so that you wouldn’t get hurt if you fell down
-Pepper is like your mom
*When you finally said mommy you did it while reaching up to her and doing the sign that you wanted to be picked up
*Pepper was in tears as she pick you up and said, “That’s right baby girl, that’s right.”
*Tony is also crying because he never thought his little girl will have a mother but now she does
Kid To Preteen Years
-your favorite toys are play tools that are just like Tony’s because you want to be just like him
-you call all of Tony’s friends aunt or uncle because you don’t understand how relations works
*Rhodey thinks it’s the cutest thing
*When you first call him Uncle Rhodey he laughs and ruffles your hair
* Tony is so confused by this whole thing because he has never mentioned any thing related to aunts and uncles
*You’re just that smart
-The whole Iron man thing happened when you were seven
-You knew from the start something was up when Natasha went undercover
*“Are you here to hurt my dad?” “No I promise sweetheart.” “Are you here to help my dad?” “Yes I am.” “Can I call you Aunt Natasha then?” “Of course.”
*Natasha treats you like you’re her own
*Tony is so happy that you have another strong female presence in your life *After he finds out he says she still has to come play with you because he doesn’t want another important women in your life to just walk out on you like your mom did -When recruited for the Avengers Tony brought you to the helicarrior with him *You are so happy to see Natasha again * You run to her when you see her and say “I missed you so much aunt Natasha” and give her a big Bear hug * Steve is so surprised that someone like you came from somebody like Tony *Thor is so in awe by you *He calls you mini lady Stark - All the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. love you -You are everybody’s adopted daughter

Originally posted by love-loki-laufeyson


ORIGINAL IMAGINE: http://e1e4n0r5.tumblr.com/post/152429242606/so-how-are-we-supposed-to-defeat-this-girl 

WARNINGS: Threats of violence

As you sit in your throne, presiding over your Court, you feel a small tingle in your ear, realising that someone is trying to contact you. Turning your head to the side, your mind seeks out the magic user. When you discover who it is, you laugh to yourself.

“Oh, my darling…” You close your eyes and concentrate on the magical signature. The source comes from many Realms away, but it is strong. You are able to grasp on to it, and you pull firmly, bringing the person – or rather, people – on the other end of the line, to your Court.

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anonymous asked:

Bucky's an Alpha who spots Omega Tony while mid-Winter Soldier mission and decides the young man has to be HIS completely disregarding his handlers. Tony around college age please? - Shi Toyu

AN: I was highly inspired today and managed to actually finish something. This was actually a prompt Shi_Toyu sent me, and she’s one of the sweetest friends I’ve ever had so this is dedicated to her. This will be part one of several parts that I haven’t fully planned yet.

This is also the first time I’ve ever wrote A/B/O so pray that this won’t be a complete disaster.

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Best For My Boy, Part 2

A/N: Tony mentioned that Howard got vibranium from Wakanda in AoU so in this AU, he and T’Chaka are friends. The vibranium for Steve’s shield was a gift. -Rachel

Read part one here or follow this story on ao3 here 

It had been a really long week for Howard, SI had him attending back to back board meetings and Tony was so busy with school that they didn’t have any time to talk. Tired and lonely, he considered his options. He really just wanted some company but Howard couldn’t think of anyone available. He didn’t want to bother Jarvis, that poor man listened to him all day and had responsibilities outside of listening to him bitch and moan that the house was too quiet without his little boy. Obadiah was only concerned about work, and anytime Howard tried to shift the subject his partner would give him a bland look and either make excuses to leave or pointedly move the conversation back to work with a, “truly, Howard, get your head out of the clouds, we’re not running the top weapons country in the world by talking sports, now are we?” And then of course he couldn’t stop thinking about the Tony and with thoughts of Tony came the thoughts about his baby boy (because no matter how old the other would get he would always, always be his Bambi) being with some no good alpha. He really wished he could talk to someone about this, it could help him lay out some ideas and even just hearing some advice would do wonders for him old heart.

It would seem that Maria was looking out for him because no sooner did he have that thought then he heard someone knocking on the door to his home office.

“Mr. Stark, you have a visitor.” He looked up, curious as to how would drop by so unexpectedly.

“Who is it Jarvis?” Instead of answering, Jarvis just moved aside to let his guest inside.

“Hello Howard.”

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AN: Still going strong…

Contrary to popular belief, Tony didn’t actually have a problem with dropping the reins and letting someone else take care of him, especially when he was sick. Some of his fondest childhood memories had been Jarvis carrying him around on his hip as he sniffled, of Anna making him soup and letting him snuggle up with them in their bed. 

Tony absolutely had no problem with people taking care of him. 

He was just busy, was all. The world didn’t stop turning just because Tony Stark had caught a cold, nor did he expect it to. He just hunkered down with a bunch of tea instead of coffee, cough drops, and a couple extra blankets, and he got shit done. 

Or… he had before he started dating Steve. 

Because Steve wasn’t the kind of guy who believed in powering on through when you were sick, and Tony appreciated that, really, he did, but Steve wasn’t the head of R&D for a multi-billion dollar company. If it weren’t for the guy’s damn puppy dog eyes, Tony was pretty sure he would have been able to resist his coaxing. Probably. Maybe. 

Okay, who was he kidding? He fucking loved Steve taking care of him. Hell, he’d even pretended to be sick more than once in the past just so Steve would give him a foot massage and make his lunch (and also maybe to get out of a meeting he hadn’t prepped for). Steve was just so loving, and he’d got the balance of worried mother hen and sexy nurse down to an art form - how was Tony supposed to resist?

He was paying for having faked it now, though. God, how he was paying. 

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anonymous asked:

What if Steve discovers that JARVIS had his own AO3 account, and seriously shipped Stoney?


Bucky took a moment to pause and laugh at the way Steve practically crashed into the room, reaching for his shield, famed grace and poise out the window the moment he thought Bucky was in trouble. Once he realized Bucky’s shout was not a warning of imminent trouble, Steve’s expression became one of annoyance. “Buck you’re going to be the death of me one of these days.” He complained, though Steve had the decency to look abashed when Bucky gave him a glare. Even just setting aside their history with Bucky as the Winter Soldier, Bucky had his knuckles busted and face bruised far too many times on Steve’s behalf for him to give his boyfriend any sympathy. Sighing, Steve ran a hand through his hair, and Bucky took in his appearance, smirking when he realized Steve had been working out, and was flushed and sweaty as a result. Seeing Bucky’s gaze, Steve rolled his eyes.

“What is it Bucky? I was busy? Thor’s going back to Asgard pretty soon, and we don’t get an opportunity to spar often.”

The former assassin rolled his eyes and jabbed his finger towards the computer. “That. That is what’s wrong.”

Steve squinted at the computer screen. “What is A-O-3?” He asked, sounding it out slowly. Bucky sighed, looking heavenward and glaring.

“It’s like a fanfiction site. It’s where people write about stuff they want to happen with characters they like or whatever. But look. Look at this user!”

Steve frowned, and suddenly comprehension exploded across his face. “Is this JARVIS?” Bucky nodded emphatically.

“Yeah, I found it and when I asked him about it he told me it was him.”

The super soldier shrugged, looking nonplussed. “Okay? What does that have to do with me?”

“Look at what he’s written!” Bucky’s voice was at earsplitting levels, and Steve winced. Glancing at the computer screen again, Steve scanned the page, looking for whatever had gotten Bucky so worked up. Finding the title of JARVIS’ most recent story (it was a testament to how strange this century was that Steve didn’t bat an eye at the thought of an AI writing fanfiction) he suddenly saw it. Categorized as a work for RPF (Steve didn’t want to ask) it was Steve Rogers/Tony Stark. And apparently, according to the little disclaimers, it was explicit.

Backing away as if burnt, Steve’s entire body began to blush bright red. “JARVIS?” He stammered out, swallowing down his embarrassment.

“Yes Captain Rogers?”

“Um, look I gotta ask…why are you writing that…stuff about me and Tony?” Bucky was still steaming next to him, but Steve was just embarrassed, and praying Stark knew nothing about this.

“I find it relaxing Captain Rogers. I understand you are in a happily committed relationship with Sergeant Barnes, and I have no wish to disrupt such a union. However I also notice a significant amount of sexual tension between you and Master Stark, and when I have time available to me, I enjoy writing "Stony” fanfiction.“

Both Steve and Bucky spluttered. Sexual tension? With Stark?

"Just…please tell me Tony doesn’t know about this.” Steve said, a pained expression on his face.

“He does not.”

Steve let out a sigh of relief, but Bucky just glared harder at the ceiling.

“Well…I can’t begrudge you what you do in your free time. Just please don’t let Tony find out about this.”

Bucky rounded on Steve. “That’s it? You’re not going to stop him? You’re just going to let this go?”

“Buck, he’s not hurting anyone.” Steve explained patiently. “No one will realize it’s JARVIS, and he’s going to keep Tony from finding out. Me and Stark will never happen, so who cares if JARVIS wants to write about the impossible what if?”

Bucky still looked upset, but Steve was frowning, a new question ocurring to him.

“Wait a minute, Bucky, how did you even find that?”

“If I may Captain Rogers, I believe it is because Sergeant Barnes is one of the most renowned Stucky authors on the site, especially known for his explicit works.”


Okay so I’ve finally come up with a Peggy/Jarvis headcanon that doesn’t totally dismiss the obviously intense relationship with his wife.

So we know Jarvis is totally bonkers for his wife and basically sacrificed everything to save her, but I think that she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. He didn’t care though; he still saved her, he still loved her. And she loved him too, she really did, he’s like the part of her that was always missing but in a totally platonic way. And eventually she feels like she owes it to him to tell him why she doesn’t love him, and never will, and it’s because she’s a lesbian. And Jarvis is so sweet and lovely and in love with her that he doesn’t even care (because it’s not like it makes any difference; a proper romance between them was always off the cards because she didn’t feel the same way. It didn’t matter why).

And she’s very surprised when he proposes to her. Not in like a lovey-dovey, down on one knee way, but like a business arrangement. She’ll marry him and gets to be a kept woman married to a relatively well-off husband rather than a foreign jewish women with no family and only one friend to rely on. She also gets a cover for her lesbian relationships (because who’s going to suspect a married woman?). Jarvis gets to spend the rest of his life with her, in domestic bliss, which is the closest thing he’ll ever get to her loving him back.

And initially she’s very reluctant, because it’s so unfair on him, and surely having her there all the time while knowing she’ll never return his feelings would be torture for him. But he doesn’t see it like that. For him, this is almost all he’s ever wanted. And they do love each other, even if it isn’t in the conventionally romantic way. And it takes him months, but eventually Jarvis convinces her and they have a small wedding and start their platonic marriage together. 

And it hurts a little every time she “stays over” at her friends, or when lovely young women spend the night at their house. But he gets to spend every day with her, and she’s happy, and that’s all that matters to Jarvis. 

That is, until Peggy comes along. Jarvis has never loved a woman other than his wife; not before he married her, and not after. But Peggy comes along and punches him in the face and within the week he’s fallen for her. Just like he did for his wife. 

And just like with his wife, he knows nothing can ever come of it, because even if Peggy could bring herself to let another person into her world, he’s married. He’s still in love with the woman he married, and he could never bring himself to cheat on her (even if she sleeps with other people, and even if it isn’t really “that sort” of marriage). 

But Peggy surprises him, and he surprises himself. Because in the following months, she opens herself up like he never thought she would, and she learns to trust him, and he’s not sure but the way she talks to him… the way she looks at him.. Maybe she could love him back. And it’s like falling in love with him has healed the wound his first love wrought, because now there isn’t a knife stabbing into his chest whenever he hears his wife giggling with her “friend”, and he can look at her and not feel that crippling sadness that he didn’t think he minded but now he knows he really, really did. Slowly, his romantic feelings for her begin to fade and instead he experiences for her what she’s always felt for him; deep, unmatchable friendship. 

And eventually she notices, and she figures out what’s happened, and that it’s because of Peggy, and she’s so, so happy for him. She immediately demands he invites Peggy around for tea (because they’ve only really run into each other a couple of times, and they’ve always been in a rush, and they’ve never had an actual conversation). If her husband is going to fall in love with another woman, she wants to meet her. 

And her and Peggy get along splendidly, and after Peggy leaves, she turns to her husband and winks at him and says, I can see why you like her. And the next time Peggy comes around, she pulls her aside and tells her about the situation between Jarvis and her, and how Jarvis has developed feelings for Peggy and that Peggy really needs to do something about it because all she wants in the world is for Jarvis to be happy, just like all he wants is for her to be happy. And Peggy is stunned, but eventually she sorts out her own feelings on the matter and brings it up with Jarvis and the three of them start the most unconventional relationship ever. And Peggy is never jealous of Jarvis and his wife’s relationship, even though it’s got all that history and the two are so unusually close and in synch. And she’s never jealous of Jarvis and Peggy’s relationship because she wants Jarvis to be happy, and she knows that they’ll always love each other very deeply in an unconventional way. And sometimes Jarvis is a little jealous of his wife’s relationship with Peggy because surely it’s not normal for women to be that close and why are they whispering to each other in the corner but he knows that neither of them would ever do anything that would hurt him, and he trusts them, even if he is a little suspicious of the way they look at each other sometimes. 

And they all live happily ever after as my complicated but satisfying OT3.

Age of Ultron: In what universe does it belong?

I was pretty wary after reading all the negative reviews online, but you know what? I didn’t hate Age of Ultron. The plot centres on a villain you know they’ll defeat with no extreme losses, with lots of action and light comedy. It’s always nice to see the Avengers together; Hawkeye actually speaks in this one, and Steve’s sarcasm was on point – he’s downright sassy. Yeah, the plot wasn’t what I was hoping for, but overall? It was okay.

But Age of Ultron doesn’t make any sense when placed beside other Marvel movies.

To make the movie fun and lighthearted, the individual plots of each Avenger had to be not only ignored, but forgotten. This made the characters very… hollow. It’s a universe where Steve’s world wasn’t flipped upside down after seeing Bucky, where Tony isn’t dealing with panic attacks, where Natasha’s past wasn’t exposed to the world. They talk but they don’t really say anything – it’s 90% action and 10% dialogue. The only character that’s given substantial dialogue and development is Ultron, which makes the film more like his story than theirs.

As a result, the Avengers are portrayed as one-dimensional, seen through the eyes of a stranger: Steve is old fashioned. Natasha’s the epitome of a sexy spy. Thor’s very otherworldly and comes and goes as he pleases. Banner was more like Tony’s fumbly, awkward assistant than a renowned scientist in his own right. Tony felt oddly out of character, presumably because he lacked depth. They were cartoon versions of themselves. 

This wouldn’t be an issue if Age of Ultron was early in the Marvel universe, but it’s not. We know so much about this world and these characters that we’ve moved beyond AOU’s superficial plot. No matter how fun the action sequences were, AOUs characterizations no longer made sense. It gave the movie a strange vibe, especially during dialogue scenes.

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grayjedis  asked:

Imagine Steve talking to JARVIS a lot because he's always there, and he's nice and nonjudgemental and helpful. JARVIS becomes very fond of Steve because he's very polite and sometimes he just talks to him without wanting much of anything, so Jarvis starts doing little things for Steve that Tony is almost certain he did not authorize, like letting him into the workshop without asking permission first, or calling in delivery for him instead of just finding him the menu.

The super-serum may have given Steve heightened abilities of quickly adapting and adjusting to new challenges, but adjusting to the new, yet still somewhat familiar, New York, was pushing it a little. 

When Steve first moves into Avengers Tower, Tony tells him Steve’s personalized ID and password which grants him access to different parts of the tower, including where he sleeps. Steve is staring at the blank transparent glass display next to the door which he’s been told leads to his room and is about to suck up his pride and go back to ask Tony how everything works when-

“Can I help you with anything, Captain?”

Steve nearly leaps out of his skin, and then remembers Tony briefly explaining his AI, JARVIS, in the midst of the other babble about security and “Mi casa es su casa, Cap”.

“Hello?” Steve asks, tipping his head up towards one of the cameras on the corner of the wall. He knew, technically, JARVIS was all around them, but he felt rude not looking at something. “JARVIS, is that you?”

“It is, Captain. Is there anything I could do to help?” Steve gives a sheepish look towards the camera.

“Um, this might be a bit stupid, but… how… do I get into my room?”

“I assure you, Captain, there is nothing idiotic about that at all. Simply press your hand onto the glass paneling for fingerprint identification, then look into the retina scan afterwards. Honestly, I can’t believe sir didn’t inform you of this beforehand.” JARVIS replies, and Steve swears he can hear the exasperation in JARVIS’ voice when he mentions Tony. Steve follows JARVIS’ instructions, and is pleased when the door slides open, revealing a luxurious room with roof to floor windows.

“Wow. Thank you so much, JARVIS.” Steve breathes, taking in the view.

“You’re welcome, Captain.” JARVIS says.

“If you want, JARVIS, you call me Steve.” Steve says, smiling.

“Then, you’re welcome, Steve.” And Steve’s smile widens.

“Hey, JARVIS, are you asleep?” Steve whispers into the darkness of his room. It’s been a week since he moved in, but he was still getting used to everything. “Sorry if I’m bothering you.”

“While I do have a hibernation mode, I do not require rest.“ JARVIS says, and Steve is quietly delighted JARVIS’ voice volume is lowered to that of a whisper as well. ”Not to worry, Steve, you are not bothering me. What I can do for you?” 

“Oh, I uh, just wanted to um, chat, I guess. Is that bothersome?” Steve says, feeling a bit dumb. Surely JARVIS had better things to do than to make idle talk with a displaced super-soldier from the 1940s. 

“Not at all, Steve. It’s… quite nice, actually. Other than you, Dr. Banner, and sir himself, I do not get much opportunity to speak to others.” JARVIS replies. “It does get rather tiresome playing babysitter in binary with Butterfingers, U, and Dum-E.”

“And Tony himself too, huh?”

“Indeed. Sir can be… quite the handful.”

“Tell me about it.” Steve huffs, and JARVIS gives him a tinny laugh. “Say, why did Tony give you a British accent, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Ah,” JARVIS says, and was that hesitation in his voice? Could AIs hesitate? “Well, I suppose that is a more private matter. Perhaps you could talk to sir directly about that, if you so wish." 

"I didn’t mean to pry.” Steve says, “Your voice is very nice, JARVIS. Reminds me of Peggy sometimes, even though you two are very different. She was a gal- uh, sorry, I guess that term isn’t really correct now. I um, I miss her a lot.”

“Margaret Carter?” JARVIS asks, and Steve starts.

“How did you know that?”

“I went into the SHIELD databases; apologies if this was a breach in privacy, Steve.” JARVIS says, apologetically, “But I think I know how you could visit her, if you’d like.”  

Steve’s chest constricts. “I’d like that very much, JARVIS. Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, Steve.”


Steve looks up from his painting, an almost finished meadow of daisies against a sunrise for Peggy’s birthday, and cricks his neck. How long has he been sitting here?

“Hi, JARVIS, sorry to bother you, but I was wondering what the time was. Has it been a while?” Steve asks, standing up from his chair and stretching.

“The time is currently 3:42 AM.” JARVIS replies, and the windows’ digital display, originally set to daytime Manhattan, flicker off to reveal the actual view of the city in the night. Steve winces at the time, but before he can say anything, JARVIS asks, “Shall I set an alarm next time, Steve?”

“That would be great. Thank you.” Steve says, heading off to the bathroom to shower and change for bed. His stomach growls loudly, and Steve realizes he hadn’t eaten lunch or dinner. “Um, sorry again, JARVIS, but are there any restaurants that are open for delivery this hour?”  

“…Shall I surprise you, Steve?” JARVIS says, and Steve can hear the fond tones in his voice.

“Sure.” Steve says, grinning at the camera in his room and gathering up his paints, “That’d be great, JARVIS. Thank you.”

Steve ends up with the best delivery Thai food in his entire life - check that off the list - and idly chats with JARVIS the entire time. 


“—Apologies for interrupting your physical regimen, Steve, but sir hasn’t slept in the past 96 hours.” JARVIS says, fretfully, and Steve snaps out of his workout. “I’ve been trying to convince him to get some rest, but without a physical body, there’s not much more I can do. Sir Rhodes and Ms. Potts are busy at the moment, and-" 

"Where is he now?” Steve says, unwrapping the bandages from his fists. 

“The workshop.” JARVIS says, and Steve quickly leaves the gym, down the hallway to Tony’s workshop. The door easily slides open for him - it must be desperate if JARVIS doesn’t even allow him to punch in his code - and he is met with a jittery Tony, who immediately whips around when he hears the doors opening.

“JARVIS, this workshop is supposed to be locked down!” Tony shouts, slamming his wrench down with the maniac carelessness of the sleep-deprived. He backs away from a quickly advancing Steve. “What are you- I’m perfectly fine, I can take care of myself-”  

“Sure.” Steve says, as he lifts a flailing Tony into a fireman carry. “You. Are going to bed. JARVIS is worried about you.” After a moment’s struggle, Tony goes limp in Steve’s arms. 

“Thank you, Steve.”

“No problem, JARVIS.”

Just imagine Tony Stark walking into his living room one day to see Clint Barton eating chips on the couch casually and is like “how did you get into my house?"  and then Natasha Romanoff is like "don’t worry, I let him in” and Tony just looks at her and says “wait how did YOU get in my house?”

And then Clint just looks at Tony like “give me a break I just saved the tri-state area”.  Tony looks confused and says “but I didn’t hear about anything happening in the tri-state area…”

And Clint looks at him like “that’s because I do my goddamn job” while he takes another sip of a drink he helped himself to from Tony’s minibar.

Agent Carter

Okay there’s just some things I love and I need to talk about even though this is in no way coherent I just need to say things (SPOILERS ABOUND):

  • I love that Peggy used a thousand symbols of feminity to her advantage throughout the episode. There was: the perfume bottle she defused a fucking bomb with, kitchen supplies she also defused said bomb with, the lipstick she used to knock the dude out with, the blonde wig/cleavage-tastic dress, her “lady problems” excuse that got her out of work so she go do REAL work, the broach that’s a lock-pick, the women’s watch that’s a safe-cracker, and maybe my favorite of all: she took one of Howard Stark’s “Sexy timez” outfits and turned it into a bad-ass outfit for ESPIONAGE REASONS. 
  • The fact that there were lots of ladies on the show around Peggy doing their lady things. Like the lady in the call-switch room–I get the feeling she’s going to end up being a helpful Q or something for Peggy. She already utilized her a couple times in the premier and I expect to see more of her. Plus diner lady, of course, and plus SAD SAD SAD SAD roommate lady ;___; which SPEAKING OF WHICH
  • Loved the fact that Peggy cried over roommate after throwing the dude out a fucking window.
  • I love how Peggy uses ALL aspects of being a woman as a weapon/tool, basically. it’s not JUST her sexuality, which she does use, but it’s also what men think are women’s weaknesses–oh no I have my period I better leave (TO GET SHIT DONE). Oh no I wouldn’t want to see this guy interrogated since I’m a lady, better leave (TO GET SHIT DONE). Oh no I’m sad over Steve that’s definitely the only reason I’m reading this file (EXCEPT I’M TAKING TOOLS OUT OF IT. TO GET SHIT DONE). Like I’m sick of women’s ONLY weapon being their damn sexuality, and Peggy did SO MUCH OTHER THAN THAT.
  • Peggy and Jarvis out britishing each other I can’t wait until they start having tea-making offs where it’s like “YOU sit down and have some tea” “no YOU sit down and have some tea” but seriously
  • JARVIIISSSSSSSSS THE CUTE I already LOVE their relationship/way they work together/dynamic it’s SO FREAKING CUTE
  • THE RADIO SHOW hot fucking damn that was perfect that was PERFECT especially her kicking dairy driver’s ass while it played and her fucking ANNOYANCE with it GOSH IT WAS PERFECT
  • Like this show was just SO unapologetically FEMINIST it felt like the original Ms Marvel comics where it was just “she is a LADY and she will not put up with this MAN’S world and look at her kicking butt as a LADY and look at her LADY friends FEMINISM.”
  • Seriously this show gives me so much hope for the Captain Marvel movie because THIS. DO IT LIKE THIS. DO IT EXACTLY LIKE THIS.
  • my gosh the SETS and the CLOTHES and Peggy’s OUTFITS UGH LET ME DIE NOW HAPPY 
  • I love that the secondary antagonist of the show is blonde good agent white guy. Like normally HE would be the star of the damn show, and he’s not a bad guy or bad agent (as far as we know), and normally we’d be rooting for him. but because he’s not PEGGY and because he gets in the way of our PEGGY we’re just like “pfttt get out of here loser Peggy’s got shit to do”
  • And I think my favorite bit of all, and the bit that was most important to me: when waitress lady said to Peggy that they’ve just got to “pay our dues”. Gosh, and seeing Peggy–PEGGY FREAKING CARTER, of all people–going to waste sitting in an office, wondering if her days of use are past, wondering if she’s peaked and done, wondering if she’ll ever have a purpose again, wondering if she’ll ever get the chance to DO anything again. Gosh, GOSH, gosh, it’s so fucking important to me to see someone like PEGGY going through that, someone so good and brave and strong and worthwhile. GOSH. 
Fic: You or Someone Like You, Pt. 6

Strange, how the absence of one piece of machinery could leave such a gaping hole in the middle of his workshop.

Tony crouched next to the spot where Dummy’s charging station had been, his arms braced on his knees, a coffee cup clutched in one hand. He reached out with his free hand, his fingers sweeping over the cracks in the concrete floor. “It almost looks like impact damage,” he said, his voice quiet. His fingers curled against his palm, forming a loose fist. He rested his knuckles against the cracks, studying the way that they spread.

“Structural integrity was not compromised,” Jarvis said. “But yes. Judging by material stress, it would seem that there were gravitational anomolies involved.”

“Random and localized,” Tony said. He looked up, studying the wires that were still attached to their anchors, sliced as if by a knife. “Very localized.” He straighened up, ignoring the way that his head swam for a moment, exhaustion tugging hard at his senses. His eyes closed, his head falling back as he waited for the dizziness to pass.

“Dummy’s memory files were recently backed up,” Jarvis said. “We will be able to rebuild him.”

“Yeah.” Tony patted the wall, his hand rough against the spot where his bot should’ve been. “He won’t be… It’s not the same.”

“With all due respect, sir,” Jarvis said, “after an event of this nature, who among us is precisely the same?”

There was a gouge in the wall, and Tony ran his thumb along the length of it. “Call me crazy, Jarvis, but I’ve had enough trauma in my life to know I wouldn’t wish it on anyone else. Even if it is inevitable.” Shaking his head, he took a sip of his coffee. “How’re Butterfingers and You holding up without him?”

There was a moment of silence, and Tony turned, his eyes sliding over the workshop, looking for his two bots. Butterfingers was next to the fabrication units, feeding them the materials they needed, and You was rolling across the floor, pushing a broom in front of him. Tony’s lips twitched. “Jarvis? The kids okay?”

“They are… Stable,” Jarvis said. “More stable than I would have thought. They are used to Dummy’s presence. He is the oldest, and in some ways, the strongest personality of the three of them. They are accustomed to following his lead, and without him, they are more dependent upon each other.” Another pause. “When you have a moment, I believe that they would appreciate a bit of personal attention.”

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Things I Was Probably Supposed to Care About During Season Two of Agent Carter

  1.  Who will Peggy choose?! Which man will she end up with?!
  2. Will Peggy stop the Zero Matter in time?!
  3. Awww Peggy and Jason
  4. Awww Peggy and Sousa
  5. Dramatic! Peggy’s secret past revealed?!
  6. Jack Thompson dead! (I did care about this just a little)

Things I Did Care About During Season Two of Agent Carter

  1. Whitney Frost
  2. Feeling bad for Whitney Frost because she was a genius and pushed aside because she was a woman and the only thing of value she had was her looks.
  3. Dottie Underwood
  4. Peggy and Dottie being gay together
  5. Where is Angie?
  6. Did Howard name the flamingo Bernard or was that Jarvis?
  7. Ana Jarvis
  8. When is Peggy going to realize that she’s better off with Angie and/or Dottie?
  9. Whitney Frost spin-off series?
Try Angles


Tony was pretty sure that of all things, he hadn’t expected to find a file on Peggy Carter in the mess left in the wake of the info-dump that Steve and Natasha had instituted. He’d first taken care of any tech anything out of the chaos, because leaving it out there longer than people had already seen was just asking for a disaster, honestly, and he knew he wasn’t the only one pruning off the files.

He had practically seen some of them vanish in coded after images, they’d been gone so abruptly. Upside? Less work for him. Downside? He didn’t know where the hell any of those files had gone and frankly didn’t have time to check. 

Thus, after the tech was taken care of, as swiftly as possible he turned to personnel and had done  his level best to take care of trying to get agents who were hopefully not dead yet flagged to people who hopefully weren’t Hydra.

And that was how he found Peggy Carter. She hadn’t been on the move, at least, but that was possibly more worrying than anything, because firstly? Dad’s long missing buddy that got nearly as much praise as Steve? Supposed to be Cap old, not actually Cap old. 

He just hoped that HYDRA hadn’t noticed the file first, or if it did that it was discounted as old information on first glance. Decided, he set out to go check in person, on full defense as he landed the suit on the eerily quiet property that was serving as the woman’s house. He quickly flipped up his faceplate while JARVIS scanned for life and cleared his throat when he realized it was… closer than expected.

She was sneaky. He just hoped she wasn’t Natasha level unimpressed with him because being slammed into the ground in the suit sucked, but he’d kind of bared his face just now and sort of wanted to keep it intact. 

“So hi. I’m Tony and I kind of noticed a file, which I took care of for you by the way, you’re welcome, and hoped you’d be the nice lady mentioned in it?”

Russell Brand and why it's cool to hate him.

It’s currently very popular to dislike Russell Brand as he tits around the country shouting things like “Everyone should be equal”, “Working class mothers shouldn’t be kicked out of their community” and “Little old men shouldn’t be arrested for feeding the homeless”. I can see where you’re all coming from, his views are disgusting.

The reason for all the hatred aimed at Russell from almost every angle recently, seems to be that he’s “gone too far now”. Yeah, because we like our anarchic celebrities to be entertaining, like when Jarvis wiggled his bum at Michael Jackson. Cheeky little Jarvis. But if they actually try to change things and cause a scene… Well that’s just not on. He’s upsetting the status quo and people can’t cope with it.

The Daily Mail are loving this current trend, as they’ve been trying to cut him down for years due to him representing literally everything that they want to delete from the planet. They even recently did a feature on him and the Andrew Sachs thing, just to remind everyone as much as possible that he’s evil.

Russell Brand is not evil. He’s a bit of a tit, which he would fully admit and very much has admitted many times in the past.

If you watch his Trews videos, you would see that all he wants is for this planet to be fairer. He’s very optimistic about changing things, which is maybe what people hate the most.

I’m vehemently left wing. At the very core of my beliefs, I want to get rid of the government, get rid of world borders and just bloody start again. I am aware that this is a stupid and impossible ideal, because I’m not a very optimistic person. Russell seems to believe it can happen, which is great and I support because that sort of belief will, at best, get you some of the way there or, at least, just piss off some right wing pricks.

The problem with the Russell haters is that they’ve made their opinion almost entirely based on reports from the media. The media, if you haven’t noticed, aren’t very big fans of Russell.

If, like me, you have listened to hours of his podcasts in the past, watched everything he’s done on TV, seen all of his stand-up and watched all of his YouTube videos, you would know that he’s a self-aware, funny and kind hearted person. He admits that he’s got a massive ego, he admits all of his faults and he’s incredibly intelligent, without the help of a posh school or a wealthy family.

I believe that everyone has become so indoctrinated into the current climate of the media, with its bland stars who have nothing to say and are attacked when they do say something a bit controversial. It’s been YEARS since we had a big star who was shouting their mouth off about how unfair the system is. The reason it’s been years is that the media has been controlled to not let those people in. And now the public have become used to that. They’ve almost been trained to dislike people like Russell Brand. People that only want to help and change things to make life fairer for normal people. Surely the fact that he’s doing all of this rather than running around Hollywood making comedy films for millions of dollars anymore shows that he’s taking this seriously. He could have just ignored it and carried on being Russell Brand the celebrity shagger and controversy courter. He’s basically given that lucrative image up for something he believes in.

I find it astonishing that somebody trying to make things better and help people is being attacked more than arseholes like Dapper Laughs or even Jeremy Clarkson (who, admittedly, are being attacked too, just not in the same personal and massive way). They are the people making things worse, dragging us all down to an unaccepting world that will never grow or move on and just stagnate until that asteroid that we all deserve comes and smashes us all out of existence.

Russell doesn’t claim to be perfect, he doesn’t claim that he’s the model of human that we should all try to be. He just believes that we should all have equal rights, that this planet belongs to all of us and that we’re all living in a world that is controlled and run by the very worst human beings. If you disagree with any of those things then I suggest you ruddy well open your eyes.

I Get Knocked Down

His hair, sticky with Kool Aid, was dripping into his eyes, and Tony wondered if laughing would only hurt more. He wondered too late, because it bubbled out from him anyway, and he giggled as he tasted fruit punch.

Something hit the side of his head, sending him flopping backwards into the puddle of red liquid.

Fruit punch.

He laughed harder, and another something hit him again. It felt like an expensive, Italian shoe, which meant Howard would blame him for the ruined leather, later.

Sorry, father, didn’t mean to ruin your shoes with my blood and Kool Aid that you dumped over me.

His laughter cut off when the shoe caught him right under the rib, knocking the air out of him. Suddenly, ‘fruit punch’ wasn’t funny anymore, since he wasn’t exactly getting punched. It wasn’t funny anymore, but he was still laughing through his tears.

His father was asking what was wrong with him, and when would he learn, and how dare he speak in such a such a way, and how Tony wasn’t what he expected him to be.

Tony’s answers were always the same, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know. And, as always, he bit his tongue and said something completely irrelevant. And, also as always, that only served to piss Howard off more.

A shriek stopped the assault against his back, and Tony curled in, trying to hide his wounds from his mother. He didn’t know why he bothered, because she didn’t come to him in the first place. Sure, she was screaming for his benefit—at least, he thought so—but she didn’t help Tony off the floor. She didn’t kiss it better, or clean him up. She didn’t tell him his father was wrong, that he was something other than a disappointment. That he was special. And if Tony had grown up knowing any if those things existed, maybe his heart would have hurt a little more.

Instead, he stood on his own, grabbed a towel, and started cleaning up the mess his father made. No, that he made, by talking back to the man and making him upturn Tony’s Kool Aid over him.

He cleaned, and left, and didn’t cry. He stayed in his room until Jarvis came in with some bandages and creams for him. He never told Tony his father was wrong, or kissed his wounds better, or told him he was special. But Jarvis patched him up, and made him cookies in the middle of the night, and let Tony help him in the garden, and taught him things about nature and people and history. And if Tony had grown up without these things, he probably never would have know what it meant to love.

That was the last day Howard physically attacked him, and Tony would always remember laughing at the Kool Aid, because that would also be the last time Tony could bring himself to laugh when Howard beat him down. Because, somehow, his words always managed to strike harder than expensive, Italian shoes.


The smack came so suddenly, Loki hadn’t even finished forming the words of explanation for his actions. It wasn’t a particularly hard blow, considering just who his father was, but the shock of it stung Loki in a way he had never been hurt before.

The king was yelling—or speaking in a commanding voice, since Odin insisted he never yelled— and Loki was still too shocked to register the torrent of words. That seemed to be a further mistake, another of his usual missteps, because Odin rose from his chair and his voice grew louder.

Loki shrunk down, shame burning his cheeks as much as pain from the slap.

Everyone could hear his father reprimanding him for—what was it?—arguing with Thor about something. Perhaps, rather, it was the part where he pushed his brother into the stream, or when he changed all the guards into chickens, or the fact that he stole the bell from the bell tower. Still, the servants teased him enough without more fuel, and the stable boys kept pushing him around, calling him weak and skinny.

Thor always came to yell—because Thor did yell— and then he and the stable boys would go hunting or play. Thor insisted it was a way to keep peace, as his mother said, but Loki knew better. It was a game, a great big, ‘laugh behind his back’ game. He wasn’t being paranoid, like his mother said when he told her, he followed Thor once. His brother, the only person he trusted so well, would go to the boys first and plan what they would do to Loki that day. It was all well and fine, according to Thor, because he was ‘training’ Loki to become a warrior like he was. Because he needed help to become stronger to both physical and mental blows.

Oh, Loki became much stronger because of that. Strong enough to push his trusted person into the stream and walk away even as Thor cried.

Now, though, Loki felt his sudden wave of bravery ebb away, and all he wanted was for his father to stop. Stop screaming so everyone knew how useless he was, to stop telling them how cruel he was, and how no son of his would act as such.

I am sorry father, that you had born to you and mother such a hated thing. Perhaps you shouldn’t have had me at all.

A shout interrupted Odin’s spew of disappointed words, and Loki looked up to see his mother enter the room. He was never really afraid of his father, his mother, however, could terrify a giant when she was angry. Her narrowed eyes were settled on Odin, but her hands pulled Loki away.

She told him to go, go play, that he wasn’t in trouble, that Loki was a good boy. Loki ran out, not knowing which parent to believe.

Was he useless, unkind, weak?
Or was he a good son, kind, or beautiful as Frigga would say before he fell asleep at night.

She never called Thor beautiful, and Loki knew Thor wouldn’t stand for it if she did. Beautiful was just for him, which meant he was special. So, for just a little while longer, Loki decided to believe his mother.

That wasn’t the last day Odin physically attacked him, and Loki would forget the kings words over time, because it became one of many times Odin voiced his disappointment in him. He never did forget the last time he heard his mother call him beautiful, though. Because somehow, without it, Odin’s words struck so much harder than any blow to his cheek.