Looking at all the crap in the hate tags. Like how tf can you hate one of the brothers? They are literally the show. The show is about them and their insurmountable bond. And Cas? You can say what you want, but he’s been a reg on the show for 8 seasons, and number 3 on the call list. I doubt he’s going anywhere.
Why watch a show where you harbor powerful hatred for one of the 3 most televised characters? Just wtf. I ship destiel, but if you think their relationship is more important than Sam and Dean’s and/or want to kill off Sam, you crazy.
Oh? You don’t like Castiel? Think he’s a whiny lil bitch? Newsflash — don’t matter what you think. He has been essential to plotlines, the writers have put immense effort into developing his character, and he is family to the Winchesters.
You haven’t forgiven one of them for their past discretions? Tough shit. The show is about forgiveness — why else would they vilify a protagonist? The point is to see them at their worst and show that they can still be loved and valued.
Team Free Will is a united front with internal conflict. Team Free Will has made a shit load of mistakes and will probably make a shit load more, but they have learned, and they have grown, and the good they have done will always outweigh the bad.
Really? So you’ve never felt the attraction that comes when someone who’s capable of doing terrible things for some reason cares only about you? I did once, when I thought he was worth it, but it turns out some people can’t be fixed. People who do terrible things are just terrible people.
Howard visiting Tony hurt me, but like, what if werewolf au Howard visited mcu Tony after the Civil War?
Whenever I start to think I’m being especially evil, I’m going to remember this question, Anon. *pointed stare*
Okay but Howard shows up and convinces Tony that he means no harm, and he sees Steve’s shield and is very confused because Captain America should have it, right? It’s got some scratches in it and he tries not to think about the horrifying implications (that Tony had the shield because Steve had died in battle).
Then he sees the armor, the broken reactor, the huge crack shaped just like–like–
He feels it with his hands to be sure, because he made that shield, he knows its shape, and his blood runs cold when he realizes that yes, this scar in the armor was made by the shield.
“…Did Steve do this to you?” he asked, voice shaking, hands trembling.
Tony looks miserable and just nods, because he’s expecting Howard to say something cutting, like he deserved it, or something equally terrible.
“If you see him again,” Howard whispers, filled with cold fury at the very idea that any version of Steve would dare harm his child in any universe. “Tony, if you see him again, I want you to put a bullet between his eyes.”
Tony is horrified at the thought, because that sounds a hell of a lot like cold-blooded murder. Still, he can’t help but feel a little choked up as he says, “Your Tony is really lucky to have you.” Because his dad–his Howard would have told him that he should have done more.
Howard turns toward him, face stony. “I’m only sorry that your Howard failed you so badly.”
He sees the letter, reads it. He sees the phone sent along with it. Then he grabs the nearest tool and smashes it.
(I also had the mental image of a casket showing up in Wakanda addressed to Steve, and he very cautiously opens it and chokes when he finds Howard’s body there, shield resting on his chest. He has no idea why Tony would do this, would dig up Howard’s corpse just to get back at him like this–And then Howard sits up, says “Surprise, asshole,” and clubs him with the shield hard enough that the clang is heard throughout the palace grounds.)
A/N: This first part is kinda short and not the best, but the second part will definitely be better!
“I can’t live like this!” You screamed, voice echoing throughout your large apartment. The tears on your face had dried up long ago, the sadness being replaced by anger.
“Like what, Y/N? Is it that awful to have a life of luxury and someone who loves you?” He quipped before taking a sip of his drink. He looked strong on the outside, his expression blank and dark eyes cold as he watched you carefully, but you could tell that he was breaking. His voice trembled slightly, the fear of losing one of the two people he cared about being too much to take.
“I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay with this company! I love my job and I love you, but I feel that love turning into hate, Ward!”
“Oh, so you hate me now?” He chuckled lowly. “That’s great, Y/N, really. I’m so happy that you can hate me for your own damn mistakes!”
“Excuse me?” You asked angrily.
“You heard me,” he hissed, slamming his glass down. “You blame me for everything that goes wrong in the world. First it was your failed deal with that asshole that owned the club, then it was Joy taking your ideas for the board then it was Danny-”
“Ward, stop it!” You cried out, backing up as he furiously walked towards you. You had never been scared of him, hell, he was the one person you knew would rather die than lay a hand on you, but he kept going. His words slicing through you as his hands balled into fists.
“Are you scared that someone is finally putting you in your goddamn place? You can’t blame me for everything!” He seethed, continuing to walk closer. You hurriedly backed away, foot catching on the leg of the coffee table in the living room. You tumbled to the floor, hitting your hand against the glass corner of the table with a loud thud.
“Don’t touch me!” You exclaimed as Ward rushed forward to help you up. You recoiled from his hands that had placed themselves on your arms.
“W-What?” He stammered out as you stood up by yourself. He saw a small trail of blood dripping down the side of your hand and grabbed onto your wrist. “Hey, you’re bleeding, let me help-”
“Ward, stop it,” you whispered harshly, pulling yourself out of his grasp. You weakly attempted to swallow the lump in your throat, the shock finally consuming you. “I thought you were going to hurt me.”
“I would never-”
“I have to go,” you gasped out, heading to the door. Ward’s eyes were wide as he watched you begin to leave, his hands trembling as he shoved them into his pockets. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
“Y/N, please, don’t leave,” he begged, moving to follow you. “I can leave, alright? You just stay here and I-”
Ward didn’t know how long it had been since you ran out, but he knew it had been a few hours. He started out simply upset at himself for frightening you, so he sat on the couch with a drink in hand as he waited for you to come home. But when the sun had started to come up, his chest tightened with anxiety.
Fear crippled his soul as he thought about where you might have run off to. Were you hurt? Were you with a friend? Were you going to come back to him?
“Joy,” Ward gasped out as he pressed his phone to his ear. His eyes filled with tears and he began to pace around the apartment.
“Ward, what’s wro-”
“Have you heard from Y/N?” He asked shakily. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he waited for her to answer.
“Yeah, she texted me a few hours ago and told me not to expect her at work tomorrow, or, uh today, technically.”
“No, no, no,” Ward muttered out, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand.
“Are you guys okay?” Joy questioned, stifling a yawn.
“We… We had a fight and I scared her, Joy,” he admitted, sadness laced through his voice as be began to sniffle. Joy never knew him to be emotional, and she immediately began to listen more carefully. “I don’t know if she’s coming back, and I can’t do this without her.”
“She loves you, Ward, she’s not just going to leave you.”
“You didn’t see the fear in her eyes. I acted like a monster.”
“Ward, you know that she loves you too much to just leave. You go get some sleep and I’ll look for her, alright?” She recommended, beginning to push herself out of bed. There was only silence on the other end. “Ward?”
“Y-Yeah, okay,” he gave in after a moment. “Call me if you hear anything.”