karen barnes

I have only ONE thing to say after watching Infinity War

If Nebula doesn’t kill Thanos… I will lose my fucking mind.

I will raise hell.

No one else deserves to kill Thanos.

Not Tony Stark. Not Captain America. Not The Hulk. Not Captain Marvel. Not Thor.

Only Nebula.

ONLY NEBULA

FOR HER SISTER

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Maybe you’re remembering it wrong. It was the Christmas during that big snowstorm, and the power went out. You went to the grocery store because all the food in the fridge went bad. And he took me into the garage.

My fav MCU Villains- and by villains I mean they were an antagonist but got a redemption ark or at least in my opinion deserved one so I don’t even really consider them villains

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4

and if there’s a reason i’m still alive 
when so many have died
then i’m willing to w a i t  f o r  i t

Bad Habit [Billy Russo x Reader]

Characters: Billy Russo x Reader, Karen Page, Frank Castle

Summary: Unexpected encounters happen in unexpected places.

Warning: Explicit language

Word Count: 1662

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Gif’s not mine

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You chewed on your popcorn, eyes focused on the screen of your laptop as the male character ran after the girl in the rain, then pulled her closer to him and kissed her deeply, making you heave a sigh before your head shot up  upon hearing your name.

“Y/N, are you listening?”

“What?” You asked with a mouth full of popcorn, then swallowed it when your best friend shot you a look.

“Glad to know my work stories aren’t boring.”

“Oh no, I just…” You closed your computer shut and put it beside you, turning to look at her as she ran a hand through her blonde hair.

“Too late.” She said dramatically and you threw a pillow at her.

“Karen!”

“Obviously you’d rather watch two people kiss-“

“I’ve been waiting for that couple to happen since season 1!” You defended yourself, “I zoned out, okay? Did Matt come to talk to you again?”

“I’m pretty sure Matt and his ex are a couple now, so no.” She shrugged, “I’m telling you, we weren’t meant to be.”

“But I liked you with him.”

“Not again.” She warned me, “And no. I ran into Foggy other day though.”

“Oh, how is he?”

“He was actually on a date. With Macy.”

You made a face, “What’s wrong with men in Hell’s Kitchen and their taste in women?”

“She helped us a lot, she’s actually a nice person.”

“No one could be that pretty and nice, except for you.” You stated and she shot you a look.

“You’re nice.”

“My point still stands.” You shrugged, “So? What were you saying?”

“I’m supposed to write a piece on Billy Russo.” Karen stated “Ellison thinks it’ll be good for paper.”

“Who’s Billy Russo again?”

“He’s-uh…” Karen reached out to get some popcorn from the bowl, “He used to be in the army and now he runs a successful company called Anvil. He worked with Frank.”

“As in The Punisher?”

Karen nodded, “Anyway, Ellison thinks it might be good for his business and our business.”

“So you have to interview a rich prick?”

Karen shrugged, “He was Frank’s friend. How bad could he be?”


Neither you nor Karen had to wait so long to get an answer to that question. While you were cleaning the tables your phone was buzzing angrily in your pocket with Karen’s numerous messages about how Billy Russo brushed her off after making her wait for an hour, telling her he was busy. Thankfully, it was not a busy day in the coffee shop so you had plenty of time to text her back, trying to calm her down.

“Y/N? Can we switch?” Your coworker Liz asked you and you turned to her.

“Sure, what’s up? Asshole customer?”

“I have a date waiting for me in my break.” She motioned at her face, “Can’t mess up my makeup before that, and playing around with steam is a dangerous zone.”

You wiggled your brows, “Is he cute?”

Liz tried to repress a smile, “He has his moments.” She said and you handed her the tray which you used to pick up empty coffee cups from the tables.

“There you go. I can mess up my makeup as much as I want, hashtag single life.” You joked and she made a face,

“Your Prince Charming will come as soon as you stop with those jokes.”

“So never?” You said and walked to the counter as the tiny wind bell made a soft sound from the door and you pulled your hair up into a ponytail, then filled the foam cup for the customer in line and put it in front of her.

“There you go, have a nice day!”

The girl grabbed the foam cup from the counter

“You can keep the receipt.” She said and walked away as you rolled your eyes,

“Great, I’ll add it in my collection, how fucking generous of you..” You mumbled, scrunching up the receipt in your hand and threw it to the bin before hearing someone clear their throat.

“Welcome to Julie’s-” You raised your head and as soon as you did, you stopped talking. The guy standing in front of you looked like some sort of a model, jet black hair carefully styled, a mischievous light shining in his dark eyes. His suit was half covered by the long coat he was wearing, but you were sure that it was more expensive than everything in the café at the moment. His lips pulled into a small smile that allowed you to see his white teeth before he licked his lips, such a small gesture but it somehow made your heart beat faster, before you realized you were blatantly staring and shook your head slightly, your cheeks getting crimson red as you cleared your throat.

“How- how can I help you?” You stammered and he leaned towards the counter.

“Coffee, black. And I’ll take the receipt.”

You shut your eyes for a second, biting your lip hard enough to hurt and wondering if it was too late to ask God to send a sniper in your way so that you could stop dying of embarassment.  

“Sorry about that.” You mumbled and he shrugged,

“Hey, no problem. Wouldn’t want to be accused of being generous.”

“Ehm- That’ll be 4,5.” You gulped averting your eyes and went to prepare his coffee while he followed you with his eyes, making you clumsier than you naturally were and when you placed his cup on the counter, he placed a hundred on the counter. You pulled open the cash register but he waved his hand dismissively.

“Keep the change.”

You gawked at him, “You’re leaving me a hundred dollar tip?”

“Well, it’s less than a hundred.”

“People don’t drop 95,5 dollar tips.”

“What can I say? I really like good customer service.”

You felt the burning spreading from your cheeks to your chest as you blinked dumbly.

“Thanks.” You muttered, as he kept his eyes on you, making you gulp loudly, “Um- your- your coffee will get cold.”

“I know.”

“So why-why aren’t you-?”

“I’m waiting for my receipt.” He stated and you took in a deep breath, ripped the receipt from the register and placed it in front of him.

“Thanks.” He took out a pen from the inner pocket of his coat, turned the receipt over and scribbled something before pushing it slightly to your direction with a smirk.

His number.

You couldn’t help but to smile “I can assure you, the coffee isn’t that good.” You mumbled while you held the receipt as if it would disappear anytime and he sipped his coffee, leaning against the counter again silently.

“So what name will I save the number under?”

“Billy.”

You bit on your lip, feeling as giggly as a highschooler with a crush,

“You’re not gonna give me a surname so that I can stalk you on the internet and make sure you’re not a serial killer?”

That seemed to make him chuckle, “Honest, aren’t you?”

“That and mediocre coffee are the only things I can offer.” You tried to joke, “So? Billy what?”

“Billy Russo.”

You could almost feel your eyes getting bigger as you snapped out of the temporary bliss and gawked at him.

“Oh no.”

He raised his brows, “You have already checked if I’m a serial killer then?”

“No I-“ You took a deep breath “I was supposed to spit in your coffee or something.”

“You know, I’m beginning to think customer service is not really your forte, have you considered a career change?”

You shook your head slightly, “It’s just- my um- my best friend has been cursing your whole existence since the morning.”

He shot you a quizzical look and you heaved a sigh.

“Karen Page.”

“The journalist?”

You nodded “She says you stood her up, at your company- Advil?”

“Anvil, and it wasn’t intentional, a meeting came up.”

“So you stood her up in a professional way?”

He shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal and you licked your lips.

“You might want to take your phone number back.” You placed the receipt on the counter, already regretting it, but he made no attempt to take it back, instead he just sipped his coffee.

“You’re that loyal to your best friend?”

“That, and I don’t get along well with filthy rich people.”

“Yeah? How come?”

“As a principle.”

He nodded, deep in thought.

“I also don’t get along well with rich people, so we have something in common already.”

You tried to repress the smile pulling at your lips.

“You don’t get along well with your social circle?”

“You don’t even know if I’m filthy rich.” He mimicked you and you snorted.

“Uh huh- How much is your coat again?”

“That’s not very appropriate; you don’t see me asking you how much that hideous apron is.”

“It’s free, came with the job.” You stated, making him smile and he licked his lips.

“Tell you what.” He said looking you in the eye and you felt like you were going to melt from the intensity of his gaze, “Your friend will get her interview, if you call me back.”

You gawked at him, “Wh-what?”

“I’m free tomorrow between 2 and 3, she will have a whole hour.”

“No excuses?”

“No excuses.” He nodded “In fact, why don’t you join us? You and I can go grab a bite after she’s done.”

You gawked at him and he took one last sip as another customer walked inside.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He said silkily and threw his empty foam cup to the bin, then walked out of the café. You pulled yourself together after staring at the closed door for a couple of seconds, prepared the new customer’s order, then grabbed your phone from your pocket and found Karen’s number.

“Hey,” You said as soon as she answered. “We need to talk.”


Part 2 is here!