Couldn’t get this out on actual Halloween so here you go.
Steve asks Tony why he doesn’t like the taste of blood.
Bucky thumps him over the back of the head as soon as it’s out of his mouth. “Why
don’t you like kale? Why don’t you like coconut water? Mind your business,
Steve,” he snaps, and Steve rubs the back of his head, frowning. “Sorry, Tony.”
Tony tilts his head, frowning thoughtfully, before slowly saying, “It probably
has to do with the fact that I was turned against my will. There was a… a nest
of vampires, back when I was alive, going around and finding the brightest
minds of our time and turning them, regardless of whether they wanted to be or
not. I guess I was considered a bright mind back then. I’m not really, not
anymore. Time has changed a lot of things. I have suggestions, but I was
surpassed long ago.”
Tony stares into the distance, clearly far away from them
now, either in another place or—maybe another time. “It was… okay, at first.
The vampires said they had wanted us to live forever, so we could go on to
invent and discover things unfettered. Then we didn’t invent enough, discover
enough, and they began punishing us.” He stops for a moment, expression pained.
“I think, sometimes, that I should have killed myself like Yinsen did.” Steve
feels awful for asking, so he reaches out and takes Tony’s hand for lack of
anything else to do. Tony looks down at their entwined hands in confusion
before looking away again. Then he looks back at Steve, frowning. “What do you
have against kale?” Bucky snorts his milkshake out his nose.
Clint doesn’t come into work for three days. Pietro is fast
on his feet but they still struggle to keep up with the orders. Steve is almost
(but only almost) relieved when Pepper and Tony come in and business in the
diner slows. Pepper gives him the willies. And she knows she gives him the
willies. It’s awful. “What is that smell,” Tony complains. “Bucky, probably.
Wet dog, you know,” Steve answers, and it’s worth it for the wet rag that slaps
against the side of his head. Pepper tilts her head, frowning. “I didn’t know
you had a banshee in your employ, Steve.” “I do?” Steve asks. He wonders who it
could be. Certainly not Kamala. Cassandra, maybe?
One of the regulars stops showing up until he makes an appearance
in the obituaries. It says ‘unknown circumstances’ under cause of death. The
diner is quieter for a few days. Tony pays the event no mind, humming quietly
as he waits for his food. “I’m glad your banshee’s back,” he says after a
moment, then reaches out to fiddle with the toothpicks. Bucky blinks at him. Cassandra
hadn’t come back from her trip to meet her dad yet. “Yeah?” “Yeah. It can be hard,
all that screaming,” Tony replies idly. “Not to mention the depression.” Bucky
had never really thought about that aspect of it.
“Are you okay?” Tony asks as Clint trudges out of the
kitchen to go home. Clint frowns at him. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” Tony just
looks at him, saying nothing. After a few minutes, Clint finally says, “Yeah, I’m
fine.” “You should eat some spinach.” “I will absolutely not be doing that but
thanks for the suggestion,” Clint deadpans and continues out of the diner. “You
should make your banshee eat more spinach,” Tony tells Bucky. Bucky stares
after Clint thoughtfully, then looks back at Tony. “We really can’t make Clint
do anything he doesn’t want to.” “Banshees are easy to bully around,” Tony insists.
“You could do it.” “Tony,” Bucky says, half amused and half horrified. “Bullying
people is not okay!” Tony blinks at him as if he cannot comprehend the words.
Steve and Bucky frown when they find Clint wrapped up in
silk as Natasha fork-feeds a salad containing a lot of dark leafy greens to
him. Tony beams at them. “Easily bullied!” “Tony,” they say. Tony makes them
say that a lot. “Sorry about Tony,” Steve says once they’re both safely
ensconced in the kitchen and Bucky is reading Natasha the riot act for actually
listening to a vampire older than dirt about bullying people. “He means well,”
Clint says after a moment. “I can appreciate it. I’ve eaten pretty much nothing
but pizza and ice-cream for the past two weeks and I would kind of like to be
able to poop.” Steve stares at him silently. Maybe bullying Clint into eating
more roughage was not a bad idea.
“Natasha likes him,” Tony says, kicking his feet idly as
Steve hands him his coffee. A nighttime walk in the park hadn’t been his idea
of a good time on a cold night like tonight, but as it turned out, Steve and Bucky
were both useless in the face of Tony’s hopeful expression. Luckily there had
still been a coffee cart, and it had even been cheap, because it was the end of
the day and the owner had just been about to throw it out anyway. “Good for
Natasha?” Steve offers, sitting down beside him on the bench. “Natasha eats her
mates. It’s part of Arachne’s curse.” “Oh,” Bucky says, and then, “Man, I sure
dodged a bullet, huh?” “Yeah,” Steve agrees, then goes quiet, sighing and
staring out over the park.
Bucky nudges him gently. “Hey. I know it sucks, but you can’t
dwell on these things, Steve. You’ll go crazy.” “Yeah, I know.” Tony turns to
blink at them. “Dwell on what things?” Steve and Bucky glance at each other
before Bucky gently explains, “That basilisk that caused Clint’s depression?
The one that died?” “Oh,” Tony says. He blinks at them a moment longer. “What
about him?” “His obituary said ‘unknown circumstances,’ Tony!” Steve exclaims
angrily. “How can you not care at all that your fellow supernaturals are being
murdered?!” Tony stares at him, lips parted in surprise, before he scowls and
stands up from the bench.
“First of all,” he says icily. “I’ve been alive forever. I’ve
seen people come and go so death isn’t all that special to me. Secondly, why
would I care if some basilisk I don’t know died? I’m more concerned about
Rhodey not coming back from deployment, or Pepper getting trapped in a deal she
can’t escape, or Natasha being fucking squished.
I don’t have time to worry about everyone. And lastly,” he snarls. “‘Unknown circumstances’ can mean any number of
things. Human autopsies don’t really go hand-in-hand with the supernatural. He
could have been murdered, that’s true, but he also could have just died from
natural causes. He could have committed suicide. The humans would have no idea.
They just know that he’s dead, and they don’t know how, so ‘unknown
circumstances’ is what gets written down. Pardon me if I don’t give a rat’s ass
about someone I don’t know dying in a way I don’t know. Why don’t I just worry
about every human that dies instead? Would that make you happy?”
Steve and Bucky gape up at him wordlessly until suddenly they’re not
gaping up at him at all. Tony’s gone, the only evidence he’d been there his
fallen coffee cup, contents spreading out on the sidewalk.
My Silicon Valley Comic Con Experience! (I’m very wordy so just a heads up there.)
My adventure started out very early at five a.m to be exact. We (my mother and I) drove, a little too fast, to San Jose making it just early enough to do everything we needed AND get a good place in line. As I stood in line, Biff from Back to the Future welcomed us from a balcony. (Or at least that’s what the video says, he just looked like he was yelling to me.) We were let inside (early!) and we hurried up the stairs to the main convention center where a robot and R2D2 awaited us. After a little bit, the doors flung open, and Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak drove out on a segway accompanied by a host of R2 units. (There was so many of them holy shit.)
After that, my mom and I explored the main show floor. There was a lot of cool stuff. (I bought some pins and that sweet behind the scenes photo). I will say a lot of the stuff i saw could be bought online which made me less inclined to buy any of it. We walked around for quite some time, there was a lot to see. A lot of amazing cosplays. My favorites included; A group of guys dressed up as literal Star Trek ships, a gender-bent Ash Williams from Evil Dead, pictured here:
A spot.on. Mcgonagall cosplay, a Deadpool cosplay and while there were 100 of those this one was really capturing the DP spirit. Also, while her costume wasn’t amazing, it was store bought, i saw a little girl dressed as Xena and complimented her on it because it’s Xena of course! She was very shy and her mother did all the talking but I thought it was cute. Another EXCELLENT one, was a guy dressed up as Bob from Bob’s Burgers with the spice rack around his arms, it was fantastic. There were so many cool creative costumes I wish I could have taken pictures of them all but my phone has the worlds shittiest camera. But if you look around online you can take a peek at all the cool costumes. As we were looking around Steve Wozniak drove by me on a segway so no big deal.
OKAY OKAY, now let’s talk about the most important part.
Brent. Jay. Spiner.
First, I want to thank @cvptainmccoy because if she hadn’t told me that she was waiting in line for Brent’s autograph I wouldn’t have known he was there. So thank you my dear! When I received that text from Chloe I was like :
So I ran over to “celebrity row”, there aren’t celebrities working on their rowing so don’t get too excited. I turned the corner to the Star Trek sort of area and BAM there was Brent. I literally gasped, I didn’t expect him to be there at all. Turns out he wasn’t supposed to be and had wandered away from the photo op he was supposed to be at. It was so surreal to see him at first. I felt like I needed an eye exam because there was his…face. Right before me in all it’s dorky glory. And just like that he was gone, headed for the group photo-op. (You can check out @cvptainmccoy if you want to see how that looked. She got to pose with the whole gang.)
So I got in line and my mother joined me for a while, which while it was a tad embarrassing because that’s how moms are, it was nice to have someone to talk to to help me calm down. I was nervous, shaking at that point.
While we waited, our line was being reorganized for VIP ticket holders, because that need to be a thing. As THAT was happening a woman straight up passed out in front of us. I went over to an attendant who didn’t know what was happening and was like, “Hey, so just thought you would like to know a woman passed out.” He didn’t do much so that was wild. But she was fine after that. (My mom told me later that she had cancer so that may have been a factor. She got to go first in line so clearly this was all an extreme tactic to get ahead.) While we were in line I met a woman named Andrea who had a tribble and a big crush on Data. At some point we switched energies because where I started out very nervous and her very calm. When she met Brent she couldn’t even talk and I wasn’t at all nervous and we had a quick conversation so thanks Andrea!
We waited in line for quite some time, just chatting and stuff. Finally the crew came out. Brent walked over to the line and we cheered. He pretended to cry saying, “All this for me? Thanks guys.” So he started signing. And I had time to process and take him in. (Which means staring at him, a lot. I know this is obvious but he’s very good looking.) I was getting pretty close to the end of the line when who should walk over but Jonathan Frakes!
He stops and looks at Brent and yells in a southern accent, “HEY, YOU’RE DATA! YOU’RE MY FAVORITE!” Brent is very amused. And he asks, “Whatcha go there, sir?” Indicating at the drink Frakes was holding.
Frakes replied in that same accent, “ I GOT MYSELF AN ARNIE PALMER.” Then he yelled, “CAN I TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOU MISTER DATA?”
Brent shook his head and was like, “How about I punch you in the face?” Then Frakes looked over at Marina Sirtis who was at the table next to Brents. And was like, “MARINA SIRETIS!,” he pronounced it like that and it was great, “MIZ MARINA YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE YOU!” Marina was laughing pretty hard.
After that Brent and Jonathan were chatting and I could only just hear their conversation but not enough to hear what it was about or anything. But I took a picture:
So finally, it was my turn. Or at least, I thought it was. A dude came over who apparently knew Brent and gave him a hug and said hello. They talked for SOME TIME and Brent was lucky that a patient person was waiting because someone else would have been pretty mad. But I got to hear him talk casually so that was nice. Apparently he’s, “moving houses” and he’ll “definitely read that book you recommended”.
I started up a conversation with the attendant next to me and she was very nice, studying to be a paralegal. Yeah, I could have reason to be angry about having to wait an extra five minutes. And I could blame Brent or the guy but honestly I was just happy to spend a few extra minutes nearby cause it made me feel more calm and also extra time with B*ent!!
So FINALLY it was my turn, the transcript is as follows:
B: Hey how are ya?
I handed him the hat I wanted him to sign.
B: Well, what’s this? J: It’s a hat!
B: And what do you want me to do with this?
J: I want you to sign it!
B: I don’t know if I want to sign it.
J: You can do what you want.
I couldn’t care less. I’m just here to see you.
B in a British accent: I suppose I’ll sign this. Now where should I sign this?
He begins to flip that hat around.
B: Here? What about here?
You can sign anywhere you want.Though I do think my friend wanted it under the bill of the hat so she could look at it all the time.
B: Well, luckily, I have this silver pen right here so I CAN sign it.
(My mom took a picture just as he was saying that. She was poised in the distance taking pictures in a small time actors empty photo line because she’s very cruel.)
Brent begins to sign the hat.
J: I wanted to compliment you on your performance in Outcast. You are a very compelling villain.
B: That’s a great show isn’t it! J: Yes it is! B: Spoiler free, season two is VERY good.
J: Yeah I can’t wait to see it! (I didn’t want to reveal my secret pirate life.)
B: I think it’s out in Europe now. There’s probably some way to get it. (There is but he can’t know that.)
There was like a quick pause between us. Then I said:
J: Well, thank you
B: Thank you!
And I wandered back into the crowd with a little smile on my face. I also, for a friend, laid my eyes on Tom Felton. Who had just, very lazily, sauntered over to his table with a coffee. (He was very cute.)
After that my mom and I went to get food. (Well she ate, but I didn’t cause I was so pumped. I ate very little that day.) While she ate, I went and wandered around the convention center. Only stopping to scarf down a jelly donut.
I saw a few other star trek actors just walking around (Kira and Uhura). And just like that, the photo-op arrived. I scuttled over to the line and began to wait. (Not nearly as long a wait time as the autograph line.) While in line a woman told me i looked like Tasha Yar. She also told me she hoped Brent would sign her Data doll. I felt bad for her because I doubted he would in a photo line. She also said, “I’m so nervous!”
To which I replied, “ Don’t be! I met him earlier he’s a total jerk!” (In jest of course.)
They began to file people in. Soon it was my turn. I stopped, waiting for the next person, the attendant smiled at me saying, “Are you ready?” I smiled back and said yes. I wasn’t at all nervous this time cause I already had met him. My turn came and Brent looked at me and said, with familiarity, “Hey! how are you?” I replied, “Good!” I would have asked the same or said something a bit more witty but time was not on my side. We took the picture. (I’m going to go into creepy detail here so bare with me.) I touched his back and he put his hand around my waist. He was very warm. Like his hand was surprisingly warm?? And I reveled in the moment.
But anyway we took the picture. I was already walking out when I called back, “Thank you!” And he called back, he almost sounded surprised that I had said it, “Thank you!”
And that was it! I collected my picture. And began to laugh hysterically, much to the amusement of everyone around me, because Brent and I smile the same way. That’s going to entertain me forever. After that I went to a panel called “The Future of Humanity in Entertainment” with the writers of Battlestar Galactica, TNG, and someone from LucasFilms. They discussed how sci-fi shapes science and it was very interesting. Though I was very tired and still riding off my post-Brent high so I was a little distracted.That was the only panel I went to but I enjoyed it. After that I met up with @cvptainmccoy, who is probably sick of me tagging her but tough, and her friends. We walked around and talked about our celebrity experiences. I was really happy to meet them. They were all very nice and made me glad that I interact with people on tumblr.
By then I was getting very tired. My mother asked that we go since it was almost seven and she may be too tired to drive back if we stayed any later. Which was fine because I was just about ready to pass out myself and my feet were hurting me. (I wore nice shoes and accepted the consequences haha.)
So I said goodbye to my new friends and headed home. Staring at my picture of Brent and me the whole time. It was a wonderful first con. I can’t wait to go back to another one. (And hopefully meet Brent again because I REFUSE to quit.)
I am so proud to be a nerd. When you go to a con there is a sense of belonging. Everyone understands each other and revels in our weirdness, our awkwardness, and our passions. Even now thinking about it I’m tearing up thinking about it because it was just an absolute delight.
Thank you Silicon Valley Comic Con, Thank you @cvptainmccoy and thank you Brent Spiner.
NOTES: I could not resist writing this short, yet sweet, story, as I thought the idea of Bunny Loki was downright adorable. Full of fluff, and very silly (compared to the more serious fics I write). Also, it’s just in time for Easter! haha ♥︎ It is loosely based off of the imagine above and there will be two parts, hope you enjoy!
It was a Monday, and I was running late… again. I hurried to the subway, but I had then discovered that I left my metro card at home and by the time I bought another card, the train that I usually took to get me to work on time was long gone. Today was already not my day.
I lived in a tiny apartment all the way downtown, near Battery Park, and it took me awhile to get to my office in Midtown: my office being the one directly besides the infamous Stark Tower - and yes, my words are dripping with sarcasm.
The spice mixture is definitely a little new for me, y’know except the giant vat of cumin I apparently bathe in. I gravitate toward heavy hitters but I really did enjoy the more subtle and harmonic combination of flavors here. I’ve never really used fennel but it adds a surprising amount of depth and isn’t overpowering whatsoever; I know some people can’t stand that licorice sort of flavor. The Swiss chard holds more shape than spinach (which I prefer in a stew), the chilies and peppers give you that heat and that smoke, and let’s not forget those bright jewels of sweetness from the yellow corn. All-in-all, I don’t think there’s too much to say other than this is a warm, comforting meal with tons of protein, fiber, and a widespread of nutrients. Sort of what I’m about, really!
1 ½ lbs boneless, skinless chicken breast
1 lb dried navy beans (any white bean will work)
2 TBSP olive oil
½ large red onion, diced
3 cloves garlic, minced
2 anaheim chilies, diced
2 jalapenos, deseeded, membrane removed, minced
1 bunch swiss chard, leaves chopped
1 cup fresh or frozen corn
6 cups of chicken stock (preferably no salt added)
4 oz of sherry wine (or another white cooking wine)
salt, to taste
½ tsp black peppercorns
½ tsp fennel seeds
1 bay leaf
½ tsp red pepper flake
1 + ½ TBSP cumin
½ TBSP oregano
juice of a lemon
Directions: Soak your beans overnight and cook them to package instruction. In a large boiling pot, start boiling the chicken breasts in enough water to cover it by a few inches. I also like to salt that boiling water. Get that going so you can pull it out and let it cool while you’re prepping the rest. Prepare your vegetables. In a spice/coffee grinder, place the peppercorns, fennel seeds, and bay leaf and let it rip! Place your shiny new ground spices into a small dish for later. If your chicken is done and cooled by now, shred it with your fingers.
If you have another large soup out, whip it out. If you’re a sad pot-less asshole like I am, you’ll probably have to wipe up the one you just used for the chicken. OK. Heat up the olive oil over a high heat, the saute your onions and garlic until soft and fragrant. Add the chilies, jalapenos, and a dash of salt to do the same. Add the ground fennel, bay leaf, and peppercorns. Add another dash of salt. Add the red pepper flake, cumin, and oregano. Let the spices heat up and become fragrant. Hit it with the white wine now. Szzzzzzzz! Let it bubble for a minute or two before adding in your shredded chicken, cooked white beans, and the chicken stock. Use the majority of the salt you intended at this time. Let the stew come to a boil before lowering the heat and letting it simmer for 15-20 minutes. Add in the corn, a twist of fresh lemon, and swiss chard and let it simmer for 5-10 more minutes, until soft and shrunken. Adjust any seasoning if desired and enjoy! Serves 8-10.
I recently thought up two dishes you can prepare for little money (at least in NL/ BE, prices are from Albert Heijn supermarket; so cheaper in NL/ BE is possible) so why not share it to celebrate this day.
Lemme tell you, one of my suitemates is honestly one of the most punchable people I’ve ever met. He acts like such a nasty frat boy dude bro, mixed with the unbearable pretentiousness of the worst kind of film student, and worst of all, he’s such a creep to girls and seems to make them all (aside from my other two suitemates who seem immune to his skeevy self) immensely uncomfortable.