my ish: avengers


A Little Hero au where the Marvel universe characters get their starts as kids! I’ll probably do some X-Men and characters like Sam and Bucky next. Fury and Coulson too. I hope everyone likes these as much as they did Peter and Wade! Comics and fanfiction are coming from this. Im sorry.

Tony Stark- After the events of his parents death,his own kidnapping and invention of the Iron-Man armour, Tony Stark became the sole heir of Stark Industries. Immediately deciding against it and wanting to avoid anything regarding the his status as a minor, Tony now lives with on and off girlfriend Virginia Pepper Potts (18) his appointed CEO and  best friend James’ Rhodey’ Rhodes (20) his legal guardian. After the events of the Avengers Tony offered his up his tower as a residence for his new companions where the group now resides while they’re in town. Tony spends most of his time with in the lab but when not he’s mostly hanging out with Bruce, playing with little Peter and seeing how often he has to flirt with Steve before the guy figures out he isn’t joking about taking him on a date to see the Mona Lisa.

Steve Rogers- Two years out of the ice, Steve Rogers has been residing in his personal floor in Stark Towers since finding out he wasn’t old enough to own his own apartment. Between his time out and about drawing, taking a few college classes to catch up on lost time, and visiting  Peggy Carter (74) in her retirement; Steve keeps busy during missions with Natasha, catching up with his newly revived best friend Bucky and keeping Tony out of trouble and making sure he doesn’t let Peter set anything or anyone on fire. Again.

Thor Odinson- After his younger brothers realization of adoption, Thor suddenly found himself with the task of finding Loki (10) on earth and returning him home to their worried mother. Refusing to return home fully when his brother escapes grounding on Asgard after the Avengers events, Thor resides between Stark Tower and Asgard while he tries to negate his stubborn younger siblings mischief and tantrums. All while enjoying his new life on earth with his other avengers and friends. (including Jane Foster (14) and Darcy Lewis (9)) Thor has come to favor his life on earth as of late since his discovery of frozen yogurt and,being the flirt teengerdom as made him , the vast number of very beautiful new people the super hero community has to offer.

Natasha Romanoff- Five years fresh out of the Red Room, Natasha is still learning how to act outside if her life as an agent. She spends free time away from missions with Bucky,Steve, Clint,Sam and few other friends mostly in the team or acquainted with them ( Such as She-Hulk and Susan Storm). She enjoys ballet, either watching or performing when alone, and reading on her floor. Her brand of humor seems to keep her from seeming too stoic while she learns the ins and out of society as a normal teenager, but seeing as her foster father Nick Fury (37) isn’t the best option for learning the do and don’ts of being a teenage girl, she’s pretty much on her own.

Bruce Banner- As the youngest official avenger ( sadly being small for his age as well), an orphan scientific prodigy and makeshift doctor, Bruce spends most of his time meditating and studying hard core instead of socializing. After having to run off on his own, away from his brief foster dad General Ross and best friend Betty Ross (12) Bruce was only recently put back on the radar during the Avengers. Surviving for a year after his accident in ways he won’t talk about, Bruce finds himself trying to control his monstrous alter ego. He struggles with the occasional temper tantrum and finds himself in a constant state of nervousness and quiet. He;s made few friends such as Tony, who marvels his young mind and after one too many times hearing about the trouble the young boy faced with clothing after transformations, made Bruce a stretching form of underwear to wear under his clothes for just the situation. One day Bruce simply wants to be able to see his best friend again, and possibly control the other guy ( which the team seems to be doing easier after finding out Hulk has a soft spot for Natasha and Tony. Twas badass that tamed the beast?)

Clint Barton- Eager to build his name as a hero, new SHIELD agent and former circus performer Clint has taken to spending time on missions before friends, but all making time with his old friend Natasha and picking on Phil Coulson (19), newly revived agent of SHIELD. Being as social a kid as he is, Clint prefers time at the range and on missions rather than at the tower, but has made the air vents his own personal playhouse since taking over a floor with Natasha. His hobbies include archery,balancing arrows between the gap in his teeth,pissing off Tony and genital blocking every attempt to hit on Natasha she gets, not that he likes her like that or anything.

Finally back with art now that exams are done !! This one is for the Young Avengers Exchange (so sorry it’s late !!)

Prompt was : Festive happenings in which America is wearing a holiday jumper which does something horrendous like light up or sing a song or something. Possibly Kate’s doing. Amerikate always welcomed!

Well, when you’re from a world created by Billy Kaplan, stars that light up on your swearter might just be normal fashion sense where you come from, you know ? Maybe it does sing. Or has magical properties. Inter-dimensional radio? Who knows.

Do you think mini Steve ever stress-burritoed? Like, he’s lying on a blanket and Bucky comes in like ‘I asked you to wash the dishes, not just hide them in a cupboard and hope I don’t notice.’ and Steve rolls up in the blanket like an asthmatic burrito and waits until Bucky goes away.

Imagine big Steve doing the same thing. Imagine post-Winter Soldier Bucky walking in and going ‘Same.’ and rolling up next to him. Imagine Steve and Bucky texting each other from within their own burritos while being only a few feet from each other.

Burrito buds.


Sam gets them monogrammed sleeping bags for Christmas.

Weight Of The World (23b) - Steve Rogers

He was sitting on the gym floor, his legs bent and pulled up against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around himself. He bent his head to rest on his knees, hiding his features from the world as you watched him from the door. If he had heard you walking in, or heard the door open as you had peaked inside, he made no motion to acknowledge you. He stayed still, only his back expanding with every short, quick breath he took. You could hear it from across the room. The broken sighs that escaped from his lips, the way he seemed to gasp for air as his arms shook around his legs. You were frozen, watching the strongest man you knew tremble, looking so broken and vulnerable in a way you had never seen him. You felt like you were snapped back into reality, everything was clearer and a panic began to grow inside you as you realized he was hyperventilating.

“Steve,” you called out, letting the door close behind you as you rushed towards him, falling to your knees once you were close enough to wrap your arms around him. He didn’t change, he kept trembling, his breaths were still gasps for air. He didn’t move as you tried to whisper soothing things into his ear, rubbing your hands over his arms and his back, trying desperately to calm him down. “It’s okay, you’re okay, calm down Stevie, just breathe. In an out, slowly, just like me. Can you hear that? Listen Steve, just listen and calm down.” You pressed yourself against him, holding onto him as you tried to comfort him in whatever way possible. You continued to whisper the same things over and over, keeping your voice calm and low as he shook under you. “I’ve got you Steve, everything’s gonna be alright. It’s okay.”

You closed your eyes, still speaking though you focused on the sound of his heart. It’s rapid beating wasn’t what you were used to. Steve was like a rock, always so steady and smooth and strong. That’s what his heartbeat was supposed to sound like, soothing and mellow, not like this.

After a few minutes, maybe more, you listened as his breaths became longer, deeper, his heart slowing down to the soft rhythm you knew so well as his muscles calmed. The trembles softened until they remained no longer, your hands continuing to rub over his warm skin as he finally raised his head. His flushed face turned, meeting your eyes as he blinked slowly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice sounding somehow wounded as his watery eyes gazed into yours. You shook your head, a small smile coming onto your face as you leaned closer to him, pressing your lips to his in a short, sweet kiss.
“Don’t be. You’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders sweet, and no matter how strong you are, you’re still human and you are entitled to having a few freak outs. Don’t be sorry for needing a breather, we all do,” you whispered, moving your hands to hold his face as you pulled back, smiling at the red super soldier as his arms slowly released his legs. “I’m here for you, anytime you need it.”

Am I aware that this is well over 100 words? Yes. Do I care at the moment? No.

Sorry about this, I know it isn’t a drabble but for like 10 minutes I thought drabble was more than 100 words and I just didn’t want to delete it all so the next one should be 100, but this is like alright I think. Also gif belongs to mostly-benedict

“You haven’t told him, have you?” Bucky looks up from buttoning his uniform jacket to see his mother reflected in the full-length mirror opposite his half-open bedroom door.

“There’s nothing to tell,” says Bucky, adjusting his already perfect tie so he won’t have to look at her. “I’m just another kid doing his duty.”

“He loves you,” says his mother quietly.

But not enough, Bucky thinks. Not enough to keep himself safe. Not enough to run with me.

He finally turns from the mirror and meets his mother’s gaze.

“You can’t ever tell him,” he says, because how could he ever face Steve again if Steve knew that Bucky was going to the war kicking and screaming. Steve, who even now is probably trying to enlist for a fourth time. The army is kind enough to stop him from killing himself with his own stupidity; it’s just not kind enough to let Bucky stay with him. It’s the first time his physical strength is hindering him from protecting Steve. It’s not a pleasant sensation.

His mother’s face softens.

“My darling boy,” she whispers. She’s suspected – known – for years what Bucky won’t let himself admit even in his own head. She’s never said anything, but every time she looks at him she’s a little worse at concealing how much her heart aches for him and what he can never have.

He wishes she would look away.

“Promise me, Ma,” he says, desperation warring with panic in his voice.

She comes to him then, and wraps her thin arms around his waist. He’s been taller than her since he was twelve, and he suddenly wishes he weren’t.

“It’s your secret to tell,” she murmurs into his chest. “When you come home safe.”

Bucky rests his chin on the top of her head and closes his eyes.

“Of course,” he says.

It’s easier to lie to her than it is to Steve, but maybe that’s because she understands why he’s lying.

letsnotsaygoodbyethistime-deact  asked:

15 Sentence Promp: Natasha goes to see Clint about what he's been up to during the events of Thor 2/TWS :)

Hehe this one was fun. I just had to incorporate some of the popular tumblr memes here, I think you’ll enjoy it ;)


“Hey, Tasha,” Clint grinned as he opened his door to find the familiar redhead in the hall, “What brings you-“

His greeting was cut off by a perfectly aimed right hook to his jaw, causing him to stumble back in shock, though he couldn’t say he was surprised by her reaction.

“Where the hell have you been?!” Natasha demanded, brushing roughly passed him into his living room before turning back with a glare.

“Nice to see you too, make yourself at home,” he muttered sarcastically, shutting his door with one hand as he rubbed his now sore jaw with the other.

“The world has gone to hell, Clint; aliens attacked, again, S.H.I.E.L.D. is gone, Fury is… dead, and where were you during all of this?” she yelled, gesturing angrily around his cluttered apartment, “Playing video games and eating pizza?” Natasha asked incredulously, noting the rather large pile of pizza boxes stacked haphazardly against a wall and the electronic music coming from the pause screen of Mario Kart on Clint’s TV.

“Hey, it took a lot of hard work to get the top score on Rainbow Road, I’ll have you know,” he joked, his grin quickly falling as he noticed Natasha clenching and unclenching her hands menacingly. “Okay, okay, I’m just kidding! Jeez, I see your sense of humor hasn’t improved,” he muttered, holding his hands up in surrender.

Clint sighed when she remained silent, continuing to stare at him frostily, “You, know how it is Ta-Natasha,” he began, deciding against using the familiar nickname, “I was undercover in Europe for months after New York, then they had me doing some damn ‘consulting’ work after Thor’s little playdate in England- that was a blast, let me tell ya, spending days on end in labs with remnants of alien tech, from both attacks, of course, lab coats running every test in the book, and then some… on me as well as the objects.”

Natasha’s face softened at that, recalling how difficult it had been for him after everything that had happened with Loki; to be forced to relive it all must have been terrible. “Why didn’t you call me?” she asked, voice gentler now, “I would have been there, Clint, you know I would have.”

He gave her a small smile, moving to sit on the couch, Natasha following suit after a moment. “I tried, actually; a lot,” he said with a frown, meeting her eyes, “But they kept telling me you were off on assignment, unreachable.”

Natasha frowned at that, “I didn’t know, they never…” she sighed, leaning back against the couch. “But what about when S.H.I.E.L.D. fell, where were you then, when Fury died?”

Clint gave her a wry grin, eyes mischievous, “I know, Tasha; reports of his death have been greatly exaggerated,” he said in a theatrical tone. “Who do you think helped Fury disappear after that mess?” he asked, chuckling at her wide eyed look. “What? Thought you were the only one he trusted?” he cheekily asked.

A pillow meeting his face was the only answer she gave.

“Well, now that that’s out of the way,” he laughed, tucking the projectile behind his back, “Care to challenge the current champ?” Clint asked, holding out a controller.

Natasha pursed her lips as she looked at him thoughtfully before a sly smile broke out. “I suppose I should reclaim my title,” she said matter-of-factly, taking the proffered Wiimote and setting the game for two players.

“You’re on, Widow,” Clint said before scooting to the edge of the couch, tongue between his lips in concentration as their epic battle for the Mario Kart crown began once again.

Sometimes Bucky thinks he’s Achilles: dragged into a war he doesn’t care about, but willing to take any glory he can get if he has to fight so long as his beloved is safe.

Willing until they take away his beloved: Steve turned into Captain goddamn America, Patroclus charging into battle, always choosing duty over love, always.

This isn’t about me, Steve told him once, and Bucky thought, But it is about you. It’s always about you. Only you. When will you see?

And now Bucky’s unwilling — he’s seen enough, done enough, lost enough — but he will not make Achilles’ mistake. He will not let his beloved charge onto the battlefield alone.

It’s only when he picks up the shield and the Hydra soldier points his gun at him that Bucky realizes his error: he is Patroclus. He is wearing Achilles’ armor and about to die in his place.

Only that isn’t right. Achilles isn’t safe on the beaches in this story, he’s right here, in the battle, an arm’s length away, and shouldn’t this godlike man be able to save him? Shouldn’t Steve Rogers, the only sun in the war’s eternal night, be able to pull Bucky back from death?

It isn’t fair. Weren’t they both baptized in the Styx? Didn’t Bucky bathe in Death’s waters for weeks in that scientist’s lab and survive? Patroclus, Achilles: does it matter which of them is which? As long as they’re together, don’t they both live?

But he is Patroclus and Patroclus’ fate is to die. Even the mightiest warrior of all time cannot save him.

And Achilles…

But he doesn’t like to think what happens to Achilles after Patroclus falls.

Steve thinks they’re Orpheus and Eurydice with a happy ending: he marched right into Hell, defied Death itself, climbed into the sunlight and never looked back, so they both got out in this version.

That’s the problem though: He never looked back. He never saw that he wasn’t bringing back Eurydice – he was bringing back Persephone.

Schmidt and Zola forced Hell’s fruit down his throat, made him Death’s unwilling consort, and Bucky will never be able to fully climb out of that pit. He is never coming home from this war.

I thought you were dead, was the first thing Steve said, and Bucky looks at him some nights, sleeping on the goddamn ground with a goddamn smile, and wants to say, But I am. Oh, I am.

Wants to say, You didn’t save me. You couldn’t.

Wants to say, Be careful believing in miracles.

Steve marches them back into Hell over and over again, shield shining on his arm like the goddamn sun, and Bucky lies on his belly in the shadows, keeps Steve in his sights and chokes on the sickly-sweet blood of pomegranates in the back of his throat.

He is never coming home from this war.

You’re heroes, a kid tells them, and Steve’s smile lights up the whole damn camp, and Bucky thinks, But heroes don’t get happy endings. You stupid, stubborn, goddamn punk. You couldn’t stay home. You ruined it. You’re gonna end bloody like the rest of them.

But Steve stands in the sunlight, an untouchable god, and Bucky swallows down the blood and thinks maybe Steve will defeat this too: Maybe he’ll make it through unscathed, finally dance with a partner who wants him and build the life he always wanted.

And it won’t be with Bucky.

Because myths don’t have happy endings.

And he is never coming home from this war.