Can I ask a prompt Starkquill? If so: After Civil War (like two years later) Team Cap can come back to New York and they're excited to be a team again, but when they reach the tower they see Tony with Peter Quill training, so they come closer to know what's going on and Tony explains them that he has a new team (Tony's still mad, specially with Cap who feels guilty), also Peter is really overprotectove with Tony
“Tony will have to a apologize of course.” Clint says, arms crossed over his chest. He’s the least excited about returning to the Compound, mostly because Laura said she didn’t want him around their kids anymore.
“And he will, he’s clearly realized the error of his ways.” Steve says, and Wanda nods. Sam looks less sure, but follows them up the drive anyways. “The UN has dropped charges after all.”
“Yeah, because Stark was directly responsible for the UN.” Scott mutters, keeping his distance from the others. Supposedly he’ll be driven back to Pym Laboratories after the Avengers are dropped off.
“Hi-ya!” Tony’s voice echoes across the yard, and the others turn to see him knocking a stranger to their ground. They pull weapons prepared to attack the trespasser. “Pinned ya.”
“Well played Stark.” The trespasser responds. Tony laughs, and helps Peter up, the two of them swinging around playfully.
“A pleasure sparring with you as always Quill.” Tony says, leaning in for a kiss. Peter dips him dramatically.
“It’s Starlord.” He says, before kissing Tony. Tony laughs into the kiss, and throws his weight back flipping Peter over.
“Pinned ya again.” Tony teases, and Peter laughs, but then his smile stills on his face as he catches a flash of color out of the corner of his eye. “He has a blaster level with Steve’s head.”
“Okay Tones, time to get off me.” He says, and they both slide to their feet, wary eyes on the ex-Avengers. Groot and Rocket come running out of the Milano a moment later, followed by a calmer Drax, and Gamora.
“The Milano picked up heat signatur-” Rocket starts, trailing off as he notices the ex-Avengers. “Maybe I should let you update it.” He grumbles to Tony.
“Who’s the rat?” Clint asks, and Rocket snarls at him.
“My new teammate.” Tony says evenly. Steve gives him a disapproving look, and Tony scowls. “This is my new team Rogers, I’ve moved on.” Tony says.
“Where has he moved?” Drax whispers to Gamora, she shushes him with a promise of a later explanation.
“What, so you spar with them? You think they deserve your time more than we did?” Wanda asks, words coming out like acid. Groot glares at her.
“They do not hate me, they do not expect things from me, and they work with my schedule.” Tony says, glaring moving between Wanda and Cap. “Yes, I spar with them.”
“We we’re a team.” Steve defends, and Sam looks conflicted. Clint however is nodding along.
“No, you were leaches, sucking up my money, my time, and my life. I don’t need you anymore.” Tony turns his back on them then.
“My wife filed for divorce because of you!” Clint yells at his retreating back, and Peter pauses from where he’d turned to follow, spinning back to face Clint.
“WELL SOMETIMES THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES TO YOUR ACTIONS!” He roars, nearly throwing the new Starkpod that Tony had given him in his outrage. “You made your bed Barton, now lie in it.”
“This was our home Stark.” Sam interrupts. Gesturing towards the compound. Tony keeps walking, leaving Peter and Rocket to handle the intruders.
“Please, the lot of you couldn’t afford a month of rent here on a yeas salary. Newsflash, you were gone for two years, after physically attacking your landlord. You’ve been evicted.” Rocket says, waving his arms in frustration.
“I am Groot!” Groot agrees, and Rocket pats his arms.
“I know, we knew they were stupid, but Jesus.” Rocket mumbles, and Clint looks outraged.
“You are trespassing on private property.” Peter says, “If you do not vacate the premises you will be arrested.” They open their mouth to protest, and Peter pulls out a phone. “5″ He says.
“We didn-” Wanda interrupts.
“4″ He threatens, dialing. Steve looks wary, they can’t afford an arrest right now. “3″ Peter continues.
“We’re going, fine.” Clint starts storming back down the drive.
“2″ Peter says, glaring at Wanda, she huffs, and follows Clint, Sam and Steve right behind her. “Glad that’s over, let’s go check on Tony.” Peter says.
“You two are grossly sweet.” Rocket says, pretending to gag. Peter laughs, climbing into the Milano.
“I am Groot.” Groot chips in, and Rocket looks disgusted.
John Glenn (1921-2016) was all those things and more. When he rocketed into space on Feb. 20, 1962, to become the first American to orbit Earth, the flight set the nation on course to meet ever-more ambitious goals.
The life and career of Senator Glenn eclipses those of many. In spite of his accomplishments, he was a humble and gracious man (and 4-term U.S. senator).
During Glenn’s first flight, a scheduled 30-minute test to determine whether Glenn could fly the
capsule manually became a matter of life and death when the automatic
system malfunctioned after the first orbit.
“I went to manual control and continued in that mode during the second
and third orbits, and during re-entry,” Glenn recalled later.
“The malfunction just forced me to prove very rapidly what had been planned over a longer period of time.”
Another problem seemed even more serious – telemetry indicated the
spacecraft’s heat shield was loose. It seemed possible that Glenn and
the spacecraft would be incinerated on re-entry.
Glenn left the retrorocket pack in place to steady the heat shield
during re-entry. “It made for a very spectacular re-entry from where I
was sitting,” he said. Big chunks of the burning material came flying by
He wasn’t sure whether the flaming debris was the rocket pack or the
heat shield breaking up. “Fortunately,” he told an interviewer,“ it was
the rocket pack – or I wouldn’t be answering these questions.”
In the words of President Obama, who awarded him the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2012: “When John Glenn blasted off
from Cape Canaveral atop an Atlas rocket in 1962, he lifted the hopes of a
nation. And when his Friendship 7 spacecraft splashed down a few hours
later, the first American to orbit the Earth reminded us that with courage and
a spirit of discovery there’s no limit to the heights we can reach
together. With John’s passing, our nation has lost an icon and Michelle
and I have lost a friend. John spent his life breaking barriers, from
defending our freedom as a decorated Marine Corps fighter pilot in World War II
and Korea, to setting a transcontinental speed record …
The last of America’s first
astronauts has left us, but propelled by their example we know that our future
here on Earth compels us to keep reaching for the heavens. On behalf of a
grateful nation, Godspeed, John Glenn.”
Glenn left the Astronaut Corps in 1964 and resigned from the Marine Corps in 1965. And, after some time in private industry ran for and was elected ti the U.S. Senate in 1974, carrying all 88 counties of Ohio. He was
re-elected in 1980 with the largest margin in Ohio history. Ohio returned him to the Senate for a third term in 1986. In 1992 he was elected again, becoming the first
popularly elected senator from his state to win four consecutive terms.
During his last term he was the ranking member of both the Governmental
Affairs Committee and the Subcommittee on Air/Land Forces in the Senate
Armed Services Committee. He also served on the Select Committee on
Intelligence and the Special Committee on Aging. He was considered one of the Senate’s leading experts on technical and
scientific matters, and won wide respect for his work to prevent the
spread of weapons of mass destruction.
In 1998, Glenn flew on the STS-95 Discovery shuttle flight, a 9-day
mission during which the crew supported a variety of research payloads
including deployment of the Spartan solar-observing spacecraft, the
Hubble Space Telescope Orbital Systems Test Platform, and Glenn’s
investigations on space flight and the aging process.
This totally wasnt supposed to turn into smut, but this is the second part of meallaaoi’s prompt!! Trevelyan isn’t so comfortable with her post-baby stretch marks, and Cullen finds a way to rectify that ;)
Ellandra grimaces at her reflection in the mirror, turning cautiously to the side to observe her stomach. With a deep sigh she manages to look over her skin, thin white lines spider-webbing across her hips and stomach, even reaching further into her thighs.
She traces them slowly, trying to ignore the burning in her eyes. This was the one downside of childbirth, she loved her son with all her heart, the perfect little angel she and Cullen had created. She just wished he hadn’t left her with so many obvious marks across her body.
Cullen had found her so appealing before, her toned muscles, honed from years of wielding her staff, were now gone, replaced with a larger stomach, left over from her rather rough 9 months carrying Emerson.
She starts as Cullen appears behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her stomach, brushing his thumb across her hip. “He’s finally gone off.” He murmurs, nuzzling his slightly frozen nose into the crook of neck.
Ellandra mumbles her assent, stepping away from his arms, wrapping her robe tightly around her to hide the stretch marks. He takes a step after her, concern wrinkled in the corners of his amber eyes as he watches her cross the room.
“Love?” he asks softly, taking another cautious step towards her as she hugs her arms tighter, trying to hide her stomach from him as he crosses the room. “Love what’s wrong?” he asks again, laying his hands gently on her shoulders, massaging her shoulders slowly as he rests his chin on her shoulder.
She sighs, shakily taking a deep breath as she lays her head back against him, trying not to cry. She was a big girl, a mage, an Inquisitor, a Wife and a Mother, she didn’t cry over some insignificant little marks on her skin.
She tried to tell herself that and believe it. She really did.
“It’s a terribly superficial question but… do you still think I’m beautiful Cullen?” she whispers, looking down at her shuffling feet as he lets go of her shoulders, before he’s walking around to her front, cupping her cheeks like delicate flower petals as he tilts her face up to look at him.
In this time
When everyone stands on their own
In this broken world
Where everyone turns inside
Their own mind
There’s a land rising
On every kind gesture
Sprouts of steel rocketing out
Melting under heat of love
A tidal wave burning the hate down
And leaving a new foundation
Stronger than our fear
Here’s the video that got me interested in rocket stoves/mass heaters. They’re like super efficient woodstoves that emit fewer toxins and can be customized to do a lot of different heating tasks.
I am building my own model to heat my trailer. I got the design down, and it works, but I used duct tape for the joints on the first prototype, which only lasted so long. Now I have a welding kit.
I don’t think this video mentions it, but another advantage rocket heaters have over wood stoves is that due to the design of the wood “feed”, the force of gravity does much of the work of loading the fuel. People say you might have to load your wood stove every couple hours, but a rocket heater needs much less maintenance.
Pharmercy hc that in extreme heat or humidity you’d see Angela working in the bases or when going outside dressed in a sport bra and flowy skirt with a new undercut, completely lax with the aircon settings. When Fareeha attempts to hug her she jolts because Angela’s hands are cold from holding iced drinks and Angela not the neck I love you but ahCKL COLD COLD and she helps Angela just relax and remember heat exhaustion and heat stroke can be avoided with a cool shade and bottled water
And then in extreme absence of heat on the first snowfall in someplace cold like Mei’s watchpoint that they’re trying to restore, Angela goes with Zarya to greet new arrivals that should include Fareeha
A few of them are anonymous blobs of thick clothing and Angela and Zarya and Mei are like w h o a r e t h e y
And then Satya and Fareeha and Jamison are like (once they enter a warmed room)