the avengers nails

Tony kinda maybe thinks makeup looks really pretty. Not just on girls–though it does, absolutely!–but in the way that makes his fingers itch with the urge to try out himself. He’s not sure it really would be for him but Pepper’s lipstick always looks incredible and he’d really like to try those smokey eyes Natasha mentioned and well.

It takes him four months to work up the courage to ask Jan about it and he’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown by the time he’s got the “Would you mind showing me how to do basic makeup” out without stuttering.

Jan of course is over the moon. 

It’s not just that she loves makeup and loves styling her friends, though that’s part of it. But no, the most important thing is that Tony is asking her for advice regarding something people usually scoff at or ridicule, maybe in rare cases tolerate. Jan isn’t stupid, she sees every eye-roll her raving about the newest eyeshadow palette from Maybelline gains. So this? A genuine (if shy slash terrified) request for help? It means a lot.

Naturally she drags Tony to the closest drugstore as soon as school lets out.

After a long moment of contemplation she stops in front of one of the shelves with a decisive nod.

“Alright,” Jan says. “Let’s start with mascara.”

She gestures wildly at the shelf, filled with products in all kinds of forms and colours.

“Here we’ve got black, brown, orange–you’re only gonna wear that to a costume if ever, got that Tony, I’m serious–oh, and that’s waterproof, here we got the smudgeproof ones, but be warned, they’re never as smudge-proof as advertised. That over there is black and white, and here we’ve got lengthening, curling and volumizing ones.”

Jan turns, her smile radiant. “Any questions?”

Tony stares. Blinks. Feels very, very stupid. “Just one. What’s mascara?”

Jan blinks back. Doesn’t laugh (see, this is why he went to Jan with this). 

“Mascara is used to enhance the eyelashes,” she explains, followed by, “You know what, we’re just gonna take one of each of them.”

Tony doesn’t think he needs fourteen different mascaras but he gets distracted by the nail polish. There are a lot of different colours available and there are so many reds and golds and one of them looks like liquid metal.

Needless to say, they buy a lot more than just fourteen mascaras.


One day Tony is gonna wear bright orange mascara and though Jan will wail and beg and theatrically shudder, she will also throw a bottle of nail polish remover in the face of anyone who dares to make a face. Because it’s taken Tony a long time to become so comfortable and confident where makeup is involved and Jan is invested.


Childhood Friend


You woke up in a small white room, your eyes blurring in and out of vision, all you could see was a white ceiling with lights hanging. Confusion washed over you, your senses weren’t reacting to much, you could only see so much with a blurred vision. You could only smell the scent of sterile objects, it was nothing but clean in the room, but the one thing you noticed, the blankets are shit.

“Don’t try and sit up too quick.” you heard a man’s voice from your side, when you looked over, you saw a man with curly brown hair on top of his head, his skin pale as can be. He pushed a pair of glasses back up on his eyes, he had dark brown hair that seemed to match his dark beard, “I’m Bruce Banner.”

Bruce walked over to a sink, putting a cup underneath the sink and filling it with water, “Here you go.”

You took the water from Bruce’s hand, you drank it down in minute, never truly realizing how chapped or thirsty you were. You finally got to look at the room you were in, you laid in a tiny bed, thin sheets covering you, an IV to your left, other things like a lamp and desks spread out amongst the room.

You had expected the walls to be painted white, but instead it was see through glass, there were people walking back and forth. “Where am I?”

“Avengers tower, in our medical center.” Bruce was checking off stuff on his clipboard, you wanted to know what he was writing, but you were more curious about the people outside the glass walls.

“Your parents should be here soon.” You looked up at him, you may have been confused on where you were, but you would always know who your parents are.

Bruce walked over to you, “we wanted to keep you here for awhile, but Cap insisted on sending you home with your parents.”

“Can I see them?” Bruce looked up from his clipboard, “who?”

“The man you who helped me.” Bruce pulled out a phone, dialing a number, he said a few words and hung up the phone, a few moments later, a man with a clean shaven face walked towards you, his dirty blonde hair wind blown to the side. “Hey, how you doing, kid?”

The man walked over to you and sat on the foot of the bed, “Do I get to go home?” He nodded, “you go home to Queens tonight.”

A smile spread on your face, “what is the day today?”

Bruce checked his watch, “August 13th.”

A sobbed cry came from outside the glass door, you looked to where it was coming from, you saw a woman standing there, her hand over her mouth and tears flooding from her eyes. A man came up from behind her, looking towards you.

“Who are they?” You questioned, the blonde man turned around, “that’s your mother and father.”

You stood up from the bed, struggling to keep your body up, the woman rushed in, she walked to you, putting your hand on your face, shock in her eyes. She couldn’t speak, her heart slowing down as she stood in shock. “Y-Y/N?”

“M-mom.” She pulled you in quickly, her hands grabbing onto you tightly, her eyes flooding with tears, you put your hand on the back of her head, almost in a way to comfort her.

Your dad came up behind the two of you, your mom let go, now letting you walk over and hug your father tightly. After a series of hugs and your parents weeping, they looked to Bruce Banner, “can we take her home now?”

Bruce gestured to the bed, you sat down slowly, he walked over, taking the IV out slowly, and doing a few more check ups before you were able to leave. “Yes, go ahead.”

A girl with red hair walked into the room, a tight black suit on her body, she held a pair of clothes in her hand, “here you are, sweetheart.”

You took the clothes out of her hands, once you did, you looked around for a bathroom, hoping you wouldn’t have to change in front of everyone. The redhead gestured towards the bathroom, you sent her a thank you smile, you soon walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom had a black marble sink, where you set down the clothes, a shower with a moveable blue curtain and a regular toilet. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you had deep dark bags under your eyes, a sick burn and dark ring around your neck, the collar. Your hair was a lengthy mess, it was all the way down to your hips, and most of it had been curled or even fallen out due to stress or torture.

You started to strip downwards, looking at your body as you did, there were scars marking up your body, each one deep and turning a dullish red color. The one that was obvious was on the back of your neck, it was the last symbol you saw and the only one that mattered for the past 3 years. Hydra.

You looked like you hadn’t eaten in forever, your bones showing through your skin, they almost looked hollow. You almost looked hollow. You put on the quite large grey sweater, it went down to your mid thigh, you pulled on the black sweatpants, they had a bright red A on the side.

Once you were dressed, you walked out of the bathroom and back into the room, seeing your parents standing there, “let’s go home honey”

You nodded at them, your mother walking over and grabbing ahold of you as to try and keep you close to her. You started to head home with them, both of them kept looking back at you, checking to see how you were doing, mostly because they thought you were gonna go missing in about 2 minutes.

“How long till we are there?” Your mom turned around to look at you, “only 10 minutes. Peter is going to be excited to see you.”

“Who?” You questioned while looking out of the window, a look of shock washed over her, “Peter Parker, our old neighbor”

For some reason you couldn’t remember anything about the past, it was almost like most of it never really happened. A dark memory came back into your mind, you had been in a dirty room, the floors dirt, walls barely sustainable, bars lining the windows, the door shut with a lock and pad on the other side.

“We’re here honey.” You snapped yourself back into reality, looking at the place around you, it was a large brown brick building, some spots covered in moss, but there was a large fire escape covering the middle of the building, each person having access to it.

Your parents exited the car, your mom walked around the car and pulled your door open, she looked down at you with a sympathetic smile, you crawled out of the car, following behind the two individuals you knew as your parents.

“We left your room as is.” You smiled, but waited, you were scared to walk back into this building, the people inside, they didn’t know you, just as you didn’t know them. Your mother grabbed your hand, she pulled you into the building, you were terrified, but you somehow knew you could trust these two people.

They walked you up to this apartment, you pulled the door open, all of the walls were painted a dark red color, leather couches and one chair placed amongst the room. The floor was wooden and shiny, but the thing that stuck out was the large TV on a glass nightstand.

You noticed multiple boxes resting around the living room, you were curious as to why, “why are there boxes?”

“Oh, uh, me and your mother are getting a divorce honey.” Your father looked ashamed in himself as he played with his fingers, “oh.. Is it because I disappeared?”

Your mother shook her head, at that point you knew you were the reason your parents were leaving each other, you wanted them to stay together, but you didn’t know what happened in those past three years.

“Here is your room honey.” You followed your mother into a room, the walls were painted a bright blue, a bed leaned up against the far wall and a window laid at the end of it. Next to the bed was a wooden night stand, a white lamp placed on it. The room was basically empty, there was only the bed, nightstand and a dresser.

“I’ll let you get settled in, then we can go shopping, get you some new clothes.” You smiled happily at her, and walked over to sit on the bed, she left the door open as she walked out. You looked around once more, feeling a strange sense of comfort as you laid back on the bed, “here hun. Try these on, they might fit you.”

She handed you a pair of clothes,they were a pair of shorts and a green tank top, you took them out of her hands and waited for her to leave the room. Once she walked out, you started to change, taking off the large sweatshirt and the large pants. You pulled on the tank top and shorts, only to realize they were to big as well.

“Uh, mom?” She walked in the room, you had the shorts on, but you had to hold them with one hand, most of the shorts bunched to your side. “Oh.. Umm. My things might be a little big for you. I can see if May has anything.”

Your mom walked out of the room, but she gestured for you to follow behind her, you did as told. You guys walked through the apartment and out again, going to the neighbors and she knocked loudly.

A woman with long brown hair and circle glasses opened the door, she stood in skinny jeans and a purple V neck, her eyes a dark brown, in all honesty she was beautiful. “Hey Y/M/N, how are you today?”

She turned to you, confused for a minute, “who is this.” Your mom held your hand, “this is Y/N”

May’s expression dropped, she looked you up and down, happiness and fear spread onto her face, “Y/N-N?”

You nodded, she grabbed ahold of you quickly, pulling you into a bone crushing hug, she held you there for a minute. She pulled away from you, looking at you with a joyful face, she held your chin, her thumb resting on your chin. “You have grown so much.”

She was shocked to see you, almost relieved, “have you told anyone else” Your mother shook her head, “you are the first to know. I was hoping to get her comfortable first. But none of my clothes will fit her and she looked about your size.

“Of course, come on in.” May welcomed you into her house, you walked into the house, noticing the decor was pretty close to yours, but the only difference was that it was more girly, had little pink details or more, but you liked it.

“Here you can follow me,” May started to walk into a different room, in front of you was a king sized bed, only one side made, a nightstand on each side, and a dresser close to the door. “What do you like to wear?”

“A pair of jeans and a shirt will work just fine.” You sat down on the bed, May walked to her dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans, she pushed the drawer closed, pulling open another one, “here you are, go ahead and change in the bathroom.”

You took the clothes from her hands, and looked around, “Oh, I, uh, don’t know where the bathroom is..”

She walked out the door, “it’s down the hallway” you spoke thank you lightly and walked out of the room, going into the hallway. You noticed pictures hanging up on the walls, each one of a different person, there was one of May and some mysterious man, and then the next one of a younger May with a young boy.

You looked at it, recognizing the boy, Peter. A smile came to your face as few memories washed into your head, you spoke lightly under your breath, “turtles can breathe through their buttholes..”

You turned away from the photo, continuing down the hallway, you got to an intercross, there were two doors, one to the left and one to the right, well left door it is.

When you pulled the door open, you wished to see a bathroom, but instead you saw a room, a large room with a bunkbed and a few dressers. You then saw something that looked oddly familiar, a red cup sitting on a nightstand, it was filled with popsicle sticks.

Curiosity welled up inside you, you walked over and grabbed the cup, reading some of the popsicle sticks, one of them was about turtles, some about cats. You laughed at some of the sticks, but you noticed one was out of place, a purple popsicle stick that sat on the desk instead of the bowl.

You picked it up, reading the side of the stick, “August 13th, I will return home.”

“Y/N, you find the bathroom yet?” You heard May’s voice call through the apartment, you walked out of the room, and went to the door on the right, soon realizing that was the bathroom. You stripped down once more, changing into a new pair of clothes, but the shirt was a little too tight, it hugged your chest, and stopped at your belly button.

“How is it going in there?” May’s voice echoed in the living room, you walked out of the bathroom, the old clothes folded and in your hands. “Umm. the shirt is a little tight..”

May looked you up and down, the shirt was truly too tight, maybe around 2 sizes too small, “so as it appears, you have a larger chest than I. “ She smiled at you, almost finding amusement in this, you only smiled and took off the shirt, leaving you in nothing but a bra. “Go ahead and sit in the bathroom and we will try and find a shirt that fits you.”

You walked into the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet, but you played with the popsicle stick that sat in your hand, it had to mean something to you, but you didn’t know what. You stood up, setting the stick on the counter. You rested your hands on the counter, looking at yourself in the mirror once more, you were just ready to sleep in an actual bed.

“AUNT MAY!!! Did you move my room around?” You heard a sound coming from outside the bathroom, you pulled open the door, taking a peek outside. “Hey, how are you today Y/M/N?”

May was in the door, standing there with a folded black sweater in her hand, you took it happily and put it on yourself, the sweater was large but not terribly. You looked in the mirror, the sweater said “midtown high”

You walked out of the bathroom, the popsicle stick now in your back pocket, May walked away, leaving you alone in the bathroom. You slowly followed after her, pulling the door open, you held the popsicle stick deciding to put it in your back pocket.

You started to walk out of the room, and into the thin hallway, May and your mom sat in the living room, each one of them laughing and looking at each other, but they stopped speaking when you walked in.

“That looks good on you. Actually fits.” You nodded, holding up the shirt, “belongs to Peter.”

May stood up once more, adjusting the shirt on your body, you were then interrupted by a young man practically running into the room, you had recognized him almost instantly. His familiar brown hair that curled at the ends, his dark eyes that were somehow memorizing, his clean jawline and soft face.

“Where did you put it?” He started to yell at her, saying accusations at his aunt, you only stood there, your mind completely blank. “I didn’t touch it Peter.”

Peter seemed to be so focused on whatever was missing that he didn’t even notice your presence, but he soon noticed you. You were standing next to May, wearing his sweatshirt, but yet all he seemed to care about was the stranger standing there.

“Peter.. “ Aunt May tried to explain, but Peter cut her off by walking towards you, you long to pull your best friend into you, it had been so long until you saw his face. You reached into your back pocket, pulling the popsicle stick out, and holding it in your two hands.

Your eyes traveled up to see Peter standing inches from you, a blank stare on his face. In this moment, you realized how much he had grown, everything changed, he had longer hair, a sharper jaw, his body had become built, he was handsome with his complex features.

His eyes traveled down to the popsicle stick in your hand, when you first saw him, you had no idea what to say to him, you didn’t even think he recognized you, ”I’m guessing this is yours.”

You handed out the popsicle stick, his shaky hands reached out for it, Peter had tears swell in his eyes as he took the stick from your hands. His deep eyes kept looking into yours, “I know it’s a little late, but I’m home..”

Peter put his hand on your arm, almost as if he had to see if you were real, he put his other hand on the side of your face, “I though-t y-you were dead-d.”

His voice was shaky, his eyes starting to puff up, you started to think of all the pain you put him through, “I won’t do that to you again..”

“I was so angry at you for leaving. I don’t wanna feel that way anymore.”

You took a minute to think about what he was saying, only biting down on your bottom lip. Peter was having a hard time processing the fact that you were right in front of him, a dead girl walking.

Before you knew it, Peter had engulfed you into a hug, his hands wrapped tightly around your waist, You didn’t have time to react, Peter put his hand on the back of your neck, bringing you into him.

Your arms soon traveled up to his neck, wrapping them around as you hugged him back.Peter’s arms flinched as his arms pulled you even closer, he didn’t want to let go, the fear of you leaving a sick reality.

You felt some of his tears hit your cheek, you looked up at him, your eyes staring into his, “You don’t have to. I’m not going anywhere.”

Peter looked deep into your eyes, his still bubbling with tears, you felt a buzz in the back of your neck, but the collar wasn’t there, your eyes flashed the dark blue once again and you inhaled deeply.

Peter released you quickly, you dropped to your knees, Peter trying to walk towards you, but you put your hand up, he backed up slowly. There was something in the pit of your stomach, trying to tell you to avoid the emotions you were feeling, the automatic shock when you felt any sense of emotion.

Everyone in the room looked at you in shock, your eyes staying blue as your hand went to the back of your neck. Peter walked to you carefully, but he then noticed your glowing blue eyes, “Y/N-N?”

Peter dropped to his knees beside you, shocked as to why you were in pain, he whispered lightly in your ear, “what did they do to you?”

part 4?

I want a goth girl Clea in Avengers Academy to match young Stephen’s black nails huehueheh

(I tried a more cartoon-ish style this time, I hope you like it!)
((I don’t play that game but I love its chara design))

Nail Polish

Avengers x Child Reader
Background Bruce Banner x Reader

The Avengers get their nails done. ‘nuff said it’s just a good ol fluff fic 

Tony and Bruce were both stationed in the lab, they were SUPPOSE to be doing important work but all you could hear throughout the lab was an echo of Tony’s laughter. Bruce was currently sitting AWAY from Tony and trying to do work in favour of ignoring him.

“I’m sorry! I can’t breath! I mean I’m not sorry at all! Tony bellowed at as he took another selfie with his disgruntled science bro.

“It’s not that funny Tony.”

“Yes it is!”

“You’ve been going on for 20 minutes Tony, I’m starting to get annoyed.”

“Oh! Do you think the green bean will come out?!” Tony only laughed harder, leaning over against the work bench as he clutched his stomach, tears forming in his eyes.

“Imagine the Hulk with nail polish!!!”

True to his word Bruce had on a messy coating of a shimmering purple nail polish. There were splotches of purple staining all across the tips of his fingers.

Bruce finally got up to move and began walking away. Tony quickly grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Okay okay okay! I get it. You’re being a good dad, the kids at that age. I won’t tease you anymore.” Tony said grinning at Bruce as he wrapped his arm around Bruce’s shoulder. He held up his other hand for a fist bump and Bruce begrudgingly gave in. Tony quickly grabbed the hand, displaying the nail polish in full as he snapped one more selfie.

“Starting now!” He chuckled as he wiggled out of Bruce’s grip and made his way back to his work bench, snickering.

When lunch time came Tony dragged Bruce out of the lab for a well deserved break, meeting up with the rest of the team (who weren’t on a mission) for “quality bonding time” and for Tony that meant some form of greasy food and today it was pizza.

“Mrs Banner has arrived for a visit Boss.” Chimed FRIDAY as the automatic door slid open.


A voice cried out as the pattering of feet thundered against the floorboards. Bruce quickly shuffled to his feet and bent down with his arms open as his 5 year old son dive bombed into Bruce’s arms. “Hey there champ!”

Calmly following behind him was Bruce’s wife and holding her hand was his 8 year old daughter. Bruce smiled and walked towards them. “Hey sunshine!” His wife said smiling as Bruce leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips, ignoring the “ewwwww” coming from his son.

Bruce watched as his daughter let go of her mothers hand and immediately went to crawl onto Vision’s lap and have a conversation with him. His daughter had taken after Bruce intelligence wise and with her calm and smart demeanour she had trouble making friends her own age. She didn’t see a point in interacting with anyone who wasn’t her brother their age so Vision was her best friend.

His wife held up her phone and across her screen all over social media was the selfie Tony had taken in the lab. She herself had a clear coat of nail polish with rainbow sparkles while their daughter had a deep ocean blue.

“Well!” His wife announced loudly gaining the other Avengers attention. “I saw how much our dear friend Tony LOVED Bruce’s nail polish and I said to myself you know what? I bet ALL the Avengers would love their nails done and we were just so excited that we came right down.” She grinned and raised her brows suggestively at Tony whose face dropped causing the others to snicker, Clint outright bursting into laughter.

“I love you.” Bruce breathed and hugged his wife after their son had ran towards the couches with his blue backpack clacking, filled with a variety of coloured bottles.


“Auntie Nat gets sparkly pink because she’s the prettiest!”

“Oooh you hear that? I’m the prettiest.”


“Uncle Thor gets red because it’s like blood!”

“A colour of battle indeed little one, certainly befitting to a warrior such as myself!”


“Uncky Steve gets red, white and blue!!!”

Steve didn’t say anything but smiled softly at the choice that was made.


“Uncle Buckyroo gets black because black is a cool colour!”

“This’ll come off metal right?” Bucky whispered to Steve and was gently nudged by him. “Uh, l mean I’m glad I get the cool colour, sport.”


“Uncle Tony gets hot pink!”

“Wait, why do I get hot pink? Thor got blood!“ Tony whined, his face scrunched up, feeling offended.

“Because mummy said it was your faaaavourite colour but you would be too embarrassed to say so! Don’t worry uncle Tony I’ll keep your secret safe!” Tony felt his face get patted by the boys small pudgy hand.

“Yaaaaay.” He strained out as he glared at Bruce’s wife.


“And and and Uncle Vision gets yellow!!! Because yellow!”

“He really likes yellow at the moment.” Bruce’s daughter stated, still comfortably perched on the Vision’s lap.

“Well then I am honoured to get your favourite colour.”


The small child pouted as he looked at the bottles splayed out across the table.

“Uncle Clint I can’t think of what colour to do for you!” He cried out, looking up at Clint, nearly in tears.

“Aww come on buddy! Don’t be sad I have a great idea! I want the same colours as YOUR nail polish.” Clint announced, smiling as Bruce’s son looked up at him with the widest starry eyed gaze before grinning like mad.


And just like that each individual nail on Clint’s hand was painted in a rainbow of different colours, perfectly matching the boys own.


After everyone was done and dry Bruce’s wife proudly held up her phone.

“How about some selfies?”


Avengers: The Children’s Crusade (2012) #2 (of 9)

“…until my zealotry drove them away, too. Just as it had their mother. Now my daughter has vanished — my son wants to kill me — and I can’t say that I blame either of them. I have behaved unconscionably toward my family, taking for granted the very relationships I should have prized above all. I promise not to make the same mistake with you. You are my last hope of bringing my family back together and healing the wounds that have caused so many mutants and humans so much pain.”

Tommy is incredibly eager to please right now and I think that sense of belonging and kinship that Magneto is using at the moment is working on him a lot more than Billy even if Billy from the start has had more goals in common with Erik and is playing along just as much. 

Remembering the type of life Tommy’s had before this point and how little of a sense of family and belonging he’s really had before meeting the Young Avengers or Billy, it makes a lot of sense for why that would be the case, too. Billy still has his family with the Kaplans, still has Teddy. Tommy is fighting for and earning what he has now. And he’s doing so by tooth and nail. 

Our Best Girl

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

Originally posted by acklesjpeg

Avengers x reader

Request: Hello, I would first like to say that I love your writing. The second thing was a request. I was wondering if I could request a oneshot including some of the Avengers, doesn’t matter who, and the reader. Maybe the reader gets kidnapped and when they get rescued, the team finds out that the reader sucks their thumb or something of that nature. Please and thank you!

A/n: I just used all of them but I wanted to include Bucky. Hope you don’t mind that!!

Genre: Slight Angst, Friendship, Family

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, kidnapped reader, slight angst

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines, Captain

If there is more to it than meets the eye when it comes to fighting, you were that. You were one hell of a fighter, even if you weren’t an actual avenger, you could still kick ass. However, not everyone, not even Captain America himself, was invincible. You could be considered that though. You, Bucky, and the Avengers had been out on a camping trip, taking a well needed vacation. However, as fucking always, something bad happened. Hydra had found your location and hundreds of agents had invaded the campsite. You all had fought long and hard, but you had gotten tired. You hadn’t seen the one behind you and the next moment, a rag was put over your mouth and you were being dragged away. Kicking, biting, screaming, you tried to get the others attention. However, the agents of Hydra were keeping them busy so you decided to drop one of your most prized possessions. A (Object) that had been given to you by your father. He had gotten it from his father, who had bought it during World War II. It was a gift to your grandmother and ever since then, it’s been passed down generation to generation. You never went anywhere without it. So, you had faith that the Avengers, and Bucky, would notice that. Now, here you were, tied up to a wall, facing the concrete, filthy wall that separated you from freedom. A burning sensation ripped through your back every few seconds, making you grit your teeth and tears threaten to spill through your squeezed eyes. You had been whipped about ten times now, the Hydra agents screaming at you. 

“What do you know about the Winter Soldier?!”

“I don’t know, I’ve told you! He never speaks to me, at all!”

Another lash. You grunted and panted, clenching your sweaty body. They left you there, hanging on the wall, and a moment later, a woman came in. She had on a white, nurse outfit and she had a basket full of bandages in her arm. She sat down behind me and started to wrap my bandages. 

“Parlez-vous français?” (Do you speak French?)

You frowned. Why was there a native of France here? Was she like you? YOu swallowed thickly and whispered back. 

“Oui, je parle français. S'il vous plaît dites-moi. Savez-vous ce qu'ils vont faire pour moi si je ne leur dis pas à propos de Winter Soldier?” (Yes, I speak French. Please, tell me. Do you know what they will do to me if I don’t tell them about the Winter Soldier?)

She shook her head and whispered back to me right in my ear.

“Les Vengeurs sont sur ​​leur chemin.” (The Avengers are on their way)

You felt relieved and relaxed, your back seeming to not even burn or hurt anymore and you whispered in German. 

Danke Gott.” (Thank [you] god)

You heard the woman leave and a couple of minutes later, Highway to Hell started to play and you smiled softly, saying. 

“Right on time, Tony.”

The wall beside you was blasted through, Bucky and Steve running in and Bucky exclaimed, running to you. 


“Bucky, Steve!”

They both smiled softly at you and Steve said, getting you out of your shackles. Steve picked you up and immediately, you started to bite your nails. Bucky had his weapon up, aiming and ready to shoot any Hydra that came your way and Tony, clad in his Iron Man suit, said. 

“Finally decided to join us?”

You continued to bite your nail. A couple minutes later, you were sitting on the jet and Bucky sat beside you, something in his hand. 

“I…think you dropped this, you know.”

In his hand was your necklace and you stopped biting your nail, smiling at Bucky. 

“Thank you Bucky…”

He smiled back at you and your finger came up to your mouth. Clint asked. 

“Why do you keep biting your nail?”

Natasha and Bruce looked over and you replied, Thor tilting his head a bit. 

“I..bite my nail if I’m anxious or paranoid…it’s just a habit that I have.”

Clint mouthed ‘oh’ and Thor decided to ask, a hand on your shoulder. 

“Are you sure that you are alright, Lady (Y/n)?”

You nodded and replied. 

“I’m just glad to be back with my favorite people.”

They all smile, Tony saying. 

“I’m everyone’s favorite person, I already know that. But thanks for the throught.”
You threw your shoe at him. Tony dodged and Bruce smiled a little, rubbing his hands together and he grabbed the hydrogen peroxide, some cotton balls, and a bandage. Sititng in front of you, he carefully pulled your hair back to reveal a gash on your head. You hadn’t even noticed it. Carefully, he dipped the cotton in the peroxide and dabbed it onto your wound. You hissed slightly but was otherwise ok. You were used to being beat up like this and Natasha said. 

“We were worried about you, you know. We didn’t know if they had left you alive or…killed you.”

You responded. 

“There were a couple of other people there, hostages….but they escaped. I made sure that they did. They were going to kill me but they wanted information so they didn’t.”

“What did they want to know?”

Bucky asked. You looked at him and then looked down, biting your nail. Bucky slowly nodded, understanding and Clint said, crossing his arms and propping his foot up on another chair. 

“Well, we won’t let them get to you like that again.”

Steve smiled and nodded. 

“I agree. We can’t lose our best girl, now can we?”

You smiled at them all, blushing and biting your nail.

Need More Blogs To Follow

Like or reblog this if you post any of the following and I will check you blog out cause my dash is kinda dead

  • Harry Potter 
  • Supernatural 
  • Marvel 
  • Jensen Ackles 
  • The Office 
  • How I met your mother 
  • Parks and rec
  • Miranda
  • Downton Abbey 
  • Romione 
  • Bob’s Burgers
  • Call the Midwife 
  • Spider-man 
  • Avengers
  • Nail art 
  • Panic! at the disco 

So yeah thats all I can think of for now

we’ve had a clone club dinner and even a clone club dance party, but what if orphan black gave us a clone club fight scene? picture sarah, cosima, alison, helena, rachel, tony, and krystal all teaming up, each wielding weapons ranging from frying pans to needles and SCIENCE! to guns and knives, all using their specific skillsets to take down hordes of Neolutionists Gone Wrong while exchanging banter and crushing their enemies.

Deleted lines from the Thor: The Dark World script #77
  • Loki!Odin: I cannot give you my blessing. Nor can I wish you good fortune.
  • Thor: I know. *(turns to leave)*
  • Loki!Odin: If I were proud of the man my son had become, even that I could not say.
  • Thor: *(makes sad face)*
  • Loki!Odin: It would speak only from my heart. Go, my son.
  • Thor: *(smiles)*
  • Thor: *(frowns)*
  • Thor: Loki...?
  • Loki!Odin: Er...
  • Thor: You little brotherly shit.
  • Loki: Ha! Yeah.
  • Loki: How did you know it was me?
  • Thor: *(laughs)* Well, all that stuff you just said was a huge giveaway. Father *never* would have said anything so warm and caring and selfless and full of pride...!
  • Loki: *(laughs)*
  • Thor: *(smile fades)*
  • Loki:
  • Both: *(awkward, silent sobbing)*

I need more bands on my dash so if you reblog or like

Marilyn manson
Nine inch nails
Faith no more
The smiths
David Bowie
Stevie nicks
Fleetwood Mac
Queens of the stone age
System of down
Avenged sevenfold
30 seconds to Mars

Then like this or reblog it or give me a follow and I’ll follow you