HEY GUYS CELEBRATING 50 FOLLOWERS WITH WHAT I HOPE TURNS OUT TO BE AN EXTRA LONG AND CUTE IMAGINE? ENJOY LOVES
For as long as you’ve known Bucky, you’ve known him to be a quiet and reserved person. You understood why, of course, and you never pushed him past his comfort zone. Though, over the past few months you have tried to weasel your way past his walls and become his friend. Honestly, it was one of your main goals for the last four months.
You were running out of ideas, though. You tried talking to him, cracking jokes, anything and everything you could think of to get the guy to like you. Still, he kept his reserved thing going on around you, which made you mad. You were just about to give up, until a new idea struck you.
You were sitting in the television room of the Avenger Tower, frowning after your latest attempt at becoming Bucky’s friend had backfired. You didn’t even notice Sam walk into the room and sit beside you.
“What’s got you so down in the dumps, (y/n)?” He asked as he plopped down on the couch, making you slightly bounce in your seat.
“Oh nothing. i’m fine. What’s up with you?” You tried to dodge his question, flashing a smile at him, causing him to chuckle.
“Oh nothing,” he started, mocking your tone, “just getting read to leave for a mission.” At this statement you quirked your eyebrows, as you hadn’t heard anyone was leaving for a mission.
“Oh? Is it a solo mission?” You asked, becoming interested. You wanted to know where he was going in case he needed backup. No matter how annoying Sam was to you, he was still one of your good friends.
“Oh no, Barnes is coming with me, and maybe Nat. It’s just a day mission, we should be back late tonight,” Sam filled you in, and then he stared at you expectantly.
“Ugh, a day mission. I get to play mom and pack you all lunches,” You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly.
When you arrived at the tower, you were very quiet and shy. In your life before the tower, you didn’t have many friends, and survived on your own, often homeless. You weren’t used to all the nice people and things, and it kind of overwhelmed you. So for the first couple of months of your residence, you spent most of your time in your room.
Eventually, you loosened up, and your protective, loving, and fluffy side was coaxed out of you. This side of you took up long-term residency, making you a genuinely bubbly and sweet person most of the time. You had a motherly sort of nature towards the rest of the group, even though you were one of the youngest.
This motherly side of you was discovered when, one day, half the team was called for an all day mission. They were going to spend most of there time cooped up all day observing their target. You decided that they were probably going to be super hungry, so you took it upon yourself to pack them lunches. When you gave it to them just before they left, they all laughed and thanked you. From then on, you made everyone lunches when they were going out on all-day missions. It was kind of your thing.
You smiled at the memory, but were brought back to reality by Sam snapping his fingers in front of your face. You giggled and turned your attention back to him.
“Right, well it looks like I am going to have to go pack three lunches, just in case Nat does go with you boys,” You said finally, hoisting yourself up off the couch. You made your way out into the kitchen, pulling three brown paper bags out from one of the cabinets.
You wrote ‘Sam’ on one with a little heart next to his name, like you did with everyone. After you did ‘Bucky’ with a few extra hearts scattered around. Finally, you did ‘Nat <3′ with the annoying internet heart you reserved just for your best friend.
Once you finished making the lunches and packing them into each bag, you were about to roll the bags closed, when an idea sprung into your head. You ran out of the room and into the living room, where you knew Wanda’s multicolored Sharpies were located. Grabbing the purple Sharpie and a little blue post-it-note, you ran back into the kitchen. You scribbled hastily, before slipping the post-it into Bucky’s lunch, and sealing them up.
Twenty minutes later you stood to the side as the three Avengers got their mission brief. Once it was over, you walked up to them with a smile.
“Okay, kiddos, be safe, have fun, and don’t do anything stupid. Here’s your lunches,” with that, you gave each of them their assigned lunch.
“Yes mother, thank you for the lunch. I’ll try to come home in one piece,”Sam joked, but you glared at him.
“You better come home in one piece, birdbrain,” you said seriously, though you cracked a smile after, “Off you go, guys, bye-bye!” With that, they all left.
Two hours later, Bucky, Sam, and Nat were sitting in what was virtually a hole, bored out of their minds.
“Guys, I’m bored, lunch time?” Sam asked, and his two colleagues nodded. They all brought out their lunches, unrolling the bag and eagerly pulling everything out. They wolfed down their food, enjoying every bite. Their favorite thing about having (y/n) pack their lunches, is that she knew all their favorite foods, and put together the best lunches for each.
Bucky finished his last, as he was still keeping his eye on the target as he ate. He was just about to crumple up the bag, when a flash of electric blue caught his eye at the bottom of it. He reached in, and took out a small slip of paper from inside. He noticed (y/n)’s messy cursive writing and smiled, reading the paper.
So I don’t know if you noticed, but I’ve been trying to become your friend for a long time. But nothing works. So yup. Enjoy your lunch :)
Bucky laughed, though he was confused. He didn’t notice you trying to become his friend, and he figured he must just be blind as a bat with rusty people skills. By now, Nat and Sam noticed the paper, and were giving him questioning looks. He simply passed the note to Nat, who read it and then passed it to Sam.
“Dude, you have to talk to her when you get home! Having her as a friend is like the best thing to ever happen to you,” Sam whisper-shouted, and Nat nodded vigorously in agreement.
“Okay, okay. I can’t believe I never noticed,” Bucky chuckled at his own obliviousness. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait for this mission to be over so he could see you again.
Okay guys, not my best work, but I hope you enjoy. Happy 50 followers!
It was a cardiovascular attack. It seems that this has been going on for a few years now. He doesn't have long to live... I'm so sorry.
* sobbing* W-why didn't you tell me * sob* about this?! You can't die... You CAN'T. We promised we were * hic * going to be together forever! Didn't we?! You c-can't leave me behind like this! Why would you * sniff* keep this from me? On that windy Summers day of our marriage, I told you I wanted you to tell me everything, good and bad, so we could get through it together, and you wouldn't have to suffer alone anymore! I... just wanted you to be happy!
Where did this disease even come from to begin with?!
It's * coughs up blood* ge-Ne-Ti-c...
You walk into my heart, DIE, leave me wITH A F*CKING PUN-
LISTEN…. i love everything about this dialog but the part that absolutely blew my mind was just… tony wondering if ultron can still be good…… listen to me…. this is something i miss so much in both the mcu and most comics nowadays…. my son… the guy who would hire ex-convicts without looking at their records at all… the guy who would wax lyrical about the value of second chances with minimal prompting… the guy who was manipulated by villains multiple times exactly because he was so intense about Believing That People Can Get Better… the guy who fell in love with villains multiple times…. the guy who refused to kill based on the premise that everyone deserves a chance to turn themselves around… the guy who looked at the system that fostered a crime instead of condemning the criminal…. the guy who hasn’t given up on you even after you gave up on yourself… listen……. LISTEN….. MY SON……..
P L U S that delicious contextual layer of ULTRON HAS HIS BRAINWAVES SO REALLY TONY’S WORRIES ALSO TIE BACK TO THE HOPES HE HAS FOR HIMSELF AND HIS SELF-IMAGE and anyway this event is 739283629x better than the actual movie it’s based on lmao
I HAD to write a fic based on the footage we got of Molly at the Rosie Watson’s christening. I mean, her dress…WOW. Special thanks to @mae-jones for the info on hibiscus in the reblog of my post, and to @fangirlhani who sent a HC that fit into this ficlet just perfectly…here goes!
Sherlock heard her before he saw her. Her heels clicking on the stone floor of the church as she walked over to where he was standing with the Watsons and Mrs. Hudson. He wasn’t prepared, however, for what he’d see when he turned around.
The air became too heavy to breath all of a sudden as Sherlock turned to see Molly step into the light that shone through the nearby window.
“Hi, everybody,” she stated brightly, to which everybody responded.
That is, everybody but Sherlock.
He noted that her cheeks flushed just a bit as he froze and began looking her up and down- just routine observations of course, he explained to himself internally. Always helpful to notice details about the people closest to you. For instance…