steves so short

Target Practice (Steve x Reader)

A/N: I miss Steve! So here’s a short Christmas drabble on him for day 4 (?). Also, sorry I didn’t post a drabble yesterday, guys. I’m trying here but sometimes I’m just so lazy… I’ll try to do better and post at least 15 drabbles in total before my trip to New York!! 

prompt: snowball fight with your friend but oops, you hit captain america. 

word count: 653

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

You were greeted with fresh fallen snow when you woke up in the morning as you got out in your big puffer jacket and sweats to get the newspaper. You waved to your cute next door neighbor as he coincidentally got out at the same time. A bright smile appeared on his face, realizing it was you who waved. Your face heated up in reaction, wishing you had the confidence to talk to him. He was just so out of your league, but you were happy that he didn’t seem to mind that you were his neighbor.

Before the two of you could say a word to each other, you whipped your body around and started to retreat back into your house without a word, gripping the stack of papers against your chest tightly. Shivering slightly, you shook off the few snowflakes that fell on your bangs as you set down the newspaper on the kitchen island. You sat around the bar stool as you waited for nothing in particular before your phone began ringing desperately. You checked the screen briefly to see if it was worth answering.

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Stony Prompt #56

Anonymous sent: “Well, since u brought it up! ;P How about a battle goes wrong when Tony’s suit malfunctions, ejecting him 100s of feet in the air & there’s nothing he can do to stop his fall bc his wings are gone. (But of course Steve catches him). Comfort plz! ^-^”

I’m a sucker for Wing Fics! Thank you for this request - and sorry it took so long. Hopefully you like your fic =7=);;<3

Before Afghanistan, Tony’s wings were a deep red. He’d loved them, loved to run his fingers through the feathers, arranging them. He had loved to trace the golden band that crossed his wings right in the middle, had loved to watch the sun play over it.

After Afghanistan, Tony’s wings were no longer there.

When his kidnappers realized that he wouldn’t bent to their will they started to torture him. At first, with water. By beating him. And then, when he still wouldn’t break, they turned to his wings.

That was when the real pain had started.

After Afghanistan, Tony has been surprised to be still alive, with his wings gone, cut away. No more crimson red feathers, no more gold gleaming in the sunlight.

He built the Iron Man suit and put his colours on it, reclaiming the skies.

Flying, even without wings.

Right now though, actual wings would come in handy.

The battle is almost over and Tony has allowed himself to get just a little careless. It backfires immediately. He’s hit with a burst of energy and then the HUD lights up, red and blinking, flashing warnings at Tony.

He has about three seconds to realize what is going on.

Then, he’s suddenly in the air.

Free fall.

Tony thinks “Shit” and then there are the rest of his teammates screaming into his ear, because of course he still has the comm, he hears their concerned voices. He hears Rhodey calling his name and there’s Natasha calling out for Hulk, for Thor, anyone who can catch Tony, but they are not going to be fast enough.

Tony thinks this will be his end.

The ground his rapidly coming closer, with no suit to keep him up. The muscles in his back strain; a memory movement, trying to flap wings that are no longer there and that hurts even more than the knowledge that he’s as good as dead-

Tony closes his eyes. It feels so much like his fall from the wormhole, but at least he’s been unconscious back then, didn’t have to notice the ground coming closer, didn’t have the calculations running through his mind of how hard the fall will be, how likely he is to survive.

Chance of surviving less than 10%, he thinks.

At least it will be fast.

But then, suddenly, there are arms around him and Tony is pulled against a hard chest, pulled into a safe embrace. His fall gets stopped abruptly and he snaps his eyes open in surprise.

The world around him is a shock of brilliant white and flashes of blue.

“I’ve got you”, Steve says, and if Tony wouldn’t know him as well as he does, he wouldn’t have noticed the way Steve’s voice shook slightly. Wouldn’t have noticed the way Steve’s arms were tighter around him than necessary.

He’s holding the two of them in the air with little effort, big white wings moving up and down with powerful movements.

Steve hugs him tighter, buries his nose in Tony’s hair for a moment. “I’ve got you”, he repeats and Tony relaxes, knowing he’s safe.

Ponyboy Headcannons - Pony dating a trans boy

Requested, thank you.

•Pony is so supportive
•Never lets anyone give them shit for being trans
•"Don’t let them get to you. You are valid.“
•Always respects their pronouns and uses their preferred name
•If anyone in the gang slips up and uses the wrong pronouns or name Pony jumps on them and makes sure they don’t forget
•If anyone is being a jerk and purposely uses the wrong pronouns or name Ponyboy gets so mad about it
•Pony does not get off their case until they apologize and will make them wish they were dead or couldn’t speak and makes sure they never do that again
•Ponyboy is there for every step of the way

The facts were these. Seargeant James Buchanan Barnes was ninety six years, ten months, twenty six days, and sixteen hours old when he discovered something very important.

package deal

Tony wakes to a tiny finger in his left ear and a barely suppressed giggle.

Well two giggles actually.

One is the very familiar deep rumble of his husband, who as a matter of fact is catastrophically bad at suppressing giggles. Especially when it is this special brand of mischievous giggle. The other is a way higher tone, almost as familiar by now and even more mischievous.

It obviously belongs to the same person as the finger in his ear.

Even without opening his eyes he knows that Sarah’s whole face is probably lit up with glee right now - ever since she’s gotten big enough to climb onto their bed all on her own, waking like this has become kind of a fixture. And she doesn’t seem to be getting tired of it at all.

If it didn’t make her this exceptionally happy, it’d probably be a lot easier to tell her to stop doing it. As it is, Tony hasn’t even managed to say one word against it in all of almost three weeks.

“Steve, I think the ear-infiltrating aliens from last week are back!” Tony says, keeping his voice as grave as possible, even though the giggling intensifies. “I think we’ll have to tape our ears shut every night from now on the get this situation under control. Especially Miss Sarah’s ears, because I don’t want the aliens to get her!”

His words are accompanied by a little shriek, when he cracks open one eye while talking and clamps his hands over his daughters ears. “Noooo Daddy, no tape, no tape, no tape!” She is still giggling - she very well knows that Tony is not being serious. After all she’s almost as good at reading him as Steve and there is no denying who her Papa is.

Steve is trying really hard to sound stern when he answers.

“Yes, I think that is a very good idea. I’m sure Clint has some purple tape lying around and it is after all your favorite color, Sarahbee so we can start the taping right after dinner.” He is leaning forward and placing a smacking kiss on her forehead to try and hide that he is now full out laughing.

As expected Sarah is not fooled and easily wriggles free of Tony’s hands to poke Steve’s cheek with one of her fingers.

“You hate tape! No tape, Papa!” She demands and of course Steve nods seriously and his face looks actually really funny when he is trying so hard not to laugh again.

“Alright,” he says “but then you have to help us fend off the aliens with” - he wrinkles his forehead as if he is thinking very hard and Sarah is already hanging onto every word he is saying and Tony is so in love with this ridiculous dork - “lemon scent candles and hot cocoa in the evening, because aliens don’t like that, promise?”

“Promise, promise, promise!” Sarah singsongs with a bright, sunny smile on her face. Without warning she flops back against Tony, laying her hand flat against the arc reactor - an unconscious thing she almost always does - and smiles up at him. “Pancakes now?”

“Yeah I guess now that we’ve averted the alien crisis, we all deserve some pancakes with blueberries and syrup.” Tony says, and her whole face lights up at that and he’ll probably never get over the little flutter his heart still makes when he sees her this happy. “Alright, why don’t you go on ahead down to the communal floor and take a look if anyone else is already up and wants breakfast too? I bet Aunt Tasha will make you her special milk with honey if you ask her real nice.”

There’s literally always one or the other of the Avengers already awake at this time, who’ll happily entertain their little girl - after all none of them are immune to her big brown puppy eyes and her infectious smile.

“Honey milk!” She nods happily and starts climbing down the bed without hesitation and almost topples over in her hurry. In the doorframe she stops for a second looking back at them, contemplating. “You too?”

“Yeah, bee, we’ll be down in a minute, okay?” Steve says, already leaning over to pull Tony into his arms.

Sarah just nods satisfied, blows them both a smacking kiss and hurries on to the elevator.

“Jarvis, you have an eye on her!”

“Always, sir!”

Tony watches her go, before he tilts his head up to accept Steve’s good morning kiss, thinking that he probably couldn’t be more happy than he is right now. He loves them so much, he sometimes thinks he is just going to burst from how happy they make him and how grateful he is to have them.

“Aliens, huh?” Steve murmurs against his mouth, and Tony can feel his wide grin against his lips.

“Well, you’re not the one always woken by a sticky finger in their ear so you don’t get to talk!”

Not that he is complaining.

He actually loves the sticky finger and everything else that comes as a package deal with it.  

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve volunteering in the Hunger Games

“And the tribute for District 12 is Bucky Barnes!”

Steve’s heart stops and everything seems to go in slow motion. Bucky’s face is pale and his mouth drawn, but Steve sees, doesn’t really absorb, how his shoulders stiffen and straighten and his jaw tightens and he takes a step forward. And there are hands reaching out, his sisters, Steve’s mind supplies, and crying, but Steve doesn’t hear any of it.

Bucky makes his way through the crowd and Steve is frozen, his heart hammering in his skinny body and thumping through his ears and everything is dark except Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, and he sees Bucky turn around and–

Everything rushes through with a cacophony of sound and color and Steve jumps up and can see Bucky’s eyes widen and his mouth part. “I volunteer!”


Avengers Preference 4 - Playing The Sims 3


Originally posted by thorvalkyrie

“So, what if they want Pop Tarts?” Thor asked, his eyes looking around the options for what his Sim could eat for breakfast. You rolled your eyes, before telling. “They can’t have Pop Tarts.” The God looked at you in disgust. “What? How are they meant to stop crime if they cannot have Pop Tarts?” He looks at him Sim, before placing him back to bed. “Thor!” You shout in protest. “He’s procrastinating. He shall not work until he gets what he desires.” “Fine.” You reply. “We’ll lose the kitchen.” “Or, he could just have cereal…”


Originally posted by jaeger-kisaragi

“Ugh. That dress is so…short.” Steve says, as you both continue to make your sims in Create-A-Sim. “That’s what Sims wear, Steve.” You reply, continuing to look through the items you could add to your Sims. “No, no.” He says, taking the mouse fro you, and scrolling down to the longer dresses. Once he found one, he clicked it, instantly covering up the Sim. He soon turns to you. “I should dress you like that, so nobody looks at you, except me.” You giggle, before kissing his cheek.


Originally posted by passion-of-arts

You drag out the pool of your million-dollar mansion out several more squares, before turning to Tony. “There, happy?” You ask with a tone in your voice. He nods, before looking through the other items found in Build-Buy mode. “Can we have a maid?” He asks. “Only if she’s ugly.” You retort, causing Tony to chuckle. He puts a arm around your waist, before saying. “Y’know, we should have a house like this in real life…” He trails off. “What? With Ugly Maids?” You sigh, leaning back into him.


Originally posted by marvelovelovelove

“Bruce! He’s-” “Not smart enough? I agree.” Bruce says, clicking on the Chemistry Table, to continue practicing new Potions. You and Bruce had a child on the Sims 3, and was trying to make him the smartest child in the town. “Can he not go out and play with the others?” You ask. Bruce shakes his head. “How else Is he going to get into University?” Suddenly, the Sim passes out. “Now what?” You ask. “We could train the Sis-” “She’s A Toddler!”


Originally posted by ehehehiddles

“At Last!” Loki cheers, careful not to knock your laptop off of his legs. You lean over to watch the Sims Loki was playing. He had managed to climb to the top of the criminal career in a mere 3 Hours - though you could do it in 2. “Now, these people will listen!” He roars, happy with his accomplishment. “Now what, then?” You look towards his Sim. “Easy. He now goes around, using the killing mod I Googled…” 

Masterlist -

AN: I’ve got the house to myself tonight. I am in heaven. 

Logically, Tony knew that Steve wasn’t a goody-two-shoes. He’d fought in one of the bloodiest, most gruesome wars in history, had spent most of his time in a damp tent or muddy hole with a bunch of tough guys - of course he wasn’t an innocent little angel. 

Another, smaller, but no less prevalent part of him couldn’t help but picture the comic books he had read as a kid when he looked at Steve, couldn’t help but picture the old movies his Dad had shown to him. That version of Captain America, who was all shucks and good golly, had been so ingrained into his head since he was a little boy that it was hard for him to figure out where fictional Captain America ended and real life Steve Rogers started. 

That was why he was so surprised when he heard Steve crack a dirty joke. 

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Bucky sometimes still has trouble recognizing Steve as a friend instead of a previous handler.

“I want to trust you,” he says, avoiding Steve’s gaze. “And that’s why I can’t.

Their conversations are constantly cresting under the classification of argument, and Steve just doesn’t understand. He never thought they would be able to pick up where they left off, somewhere in the back of his mind Steve’s aware that even in the war they were both changing faster than he could understand. But.

“This hurts,” Steve says, feels so selfish the moment he says it. Bucky gets up and leaves the room.

Was tagged by makingtodayaperfectday for a…photo…related thing? I’m actually a bit unclear as to what it is, so hopefully I’m doing this right. I couldn’t really find a lot of pictures of myself…this is the most recent, and it’s from last August. So.

Tagging…hmmm. If your favorite Avenger is Thor, you’re tagged.