Avengers Manor

Outlet for my Avengers obsession...

[fallontonight]

Jimmy and @markruffalo take turns drawing questions from the best friends box and guessing each other’s answers in The Best Friends Challenge! 

[avengerjohnsteed-blog]

Having fun on the beach

[aeaean--bliss]

The Other (Bucky x Reader) Part 6

Chapter List

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Part Six

You turned right down the hallway and almost jumped out of your skin when you saw him leaning against the wall in front of you.

“A paperclip? Seriously? You could have at least given me the damn key,” you muttered, and he rolled his eyes. He grabbed your arm and pulled you down the hall, and you had to jog to keep up with him. Huh. This was more thrilling than you’d like to admit. He stopped halfway down the hall and pointed up. You frowned, before looking in the direction and scowling. “You can’t be serious.”

“That vent is the only way you’re gonna get out of here. Take it straight ahead until the T-junction, and go to the right. It’ll take you right out to the outer wall, and I’ll meet you there,” he said, and you huffed.

“Well, you better help me, cos I can’t reach that damn high,” you said, and he sighed. Reaching up, he opened the vent with ease and took a step towards you. You instinctively pulled back and gave him a confused look.

“I’m helping you up. Come on,” he said, reaching for your waist. You swatted his hand away, and he rolled his eyes. “You can’t reach. Just- Come here!” he exclaimed, although he kept his voice hushed. You reluctantly let him hoist you up by the waist, and you swung yourself into the vent. You glanced down, but he had already left. Sighing, you made your way down the vent.

—————-

Reaching the end of your uncomfortable journey, you pushed open the vent and squirmed out. You rolled onto the ground with a groan, and lay there for a few seconds to adjust yourself to the light. Suddenly, a shadow was looming over you. Your arm was yanked upward, and for a second you thought you’d been caught. Catching the person’s face for the first time, you rolled your eyes.

“Ever heard of announcing your arrival?” you asked, but he didn’t listen. He dragged you over to a black Toyota that was parked just around the corner, and you started walking around the car to get to the passenger seat.

“No.” You furrowed your brows slightly in confusion.

“No? What the hell could I have done wrong already?” you asked, ever so threateningly, and he immediately started hushing you.

“You have to get in the back.”

“Excuse me?”

“They check ID’s at the gates. They take one look in your direction, and we’re both in trouble. Get in the back, and lie down on the floor.” You huffed and turned around, preparing to yank the back door open. You caught a glimpse of your reflection in the car window, and gasped.

“What the fuck?” you exclaimed. “Wha… What? Were you not going to tell me that I had massive ass bruises all over my throat?” He shushed you loudly.

“Just get in.” You did as he asked, slamming the door shut to make a point. He got inside shortly after, and started to leave the grounds.

You gave up on trying to look at your surroundings after around three minutes, and decided to take a nap in the meantime. You’d fallen asleep under more uncomfortable circumstances before, so this was going to be just fine.

——————-

“Hey.” You felt someone shaking your arm, and you immediately jumped up and swung a punch in the direction of the noise. You heard a satisfying thump, and squinted to see him clutching his jaw. “Jesus Christ, do you not relax?” he exclaimed, and you rubbed your eyes.

“No.” He shook his head and got out of the car, opening your door and reaching forward to help you up. You ignored his offer and got out, crossing your arms and staring at a nearby tree. He sighed and made his way over to the front door of the apartment building, pausing to unlock the door. He pulled it open and looked at you; an expectant look on his face.

“Are you coming or not?” he asked, and you looked at the ground, before gazing down the street. You could run. You’d be out of this whole mess in a matter of minutes, and you would never have to deal with this man again. It was tempting, god it was tempting, but something was drawing you to him. As much as you hated to admit it, you didn’t have a single complaint about him. Yet. You slowly walked towards him, following him up the stairs and into his apartment.

“That’s the kitchen over there, the bathroom there, and that’s about it,” he explained, gesturing to the various rooms. You glanced around the room and gave him a short nod. You didn’t move, and an uncomfortable tension started growing between you. “Make yourself at home, feel free to sit down,” he said, gesturing to the sofa. You shook your head.

“I’d rather stand.” He looked down at the ground. Had you been too harsh? “Thank you,” you added, hoping the time for politeness hadn’t passed. He looked up and gave you a nod, before walking into the kitchen. You followed, taking a few steps in his direction.

“Do you want anything? Food, drink, anything?” he asked, and you shook your head. “Okay,” he mumbled, making himself a cup of coffee. There was a short pause.

“Is he alive?” He gave you a weird look.

“Who?”

“The man I pushed over the railing.” His expression hardened slightly.

“Yeah, he’s fine. It takes a lot to kill him. He was the one who almost choked you, actually. Fun story,” he said, but you showed no noticeable reaction.

“I’ve seen him a lot of times. In Flashes.” He nodded and took a sip of his drink. There was a small pause. “Who is he?”

“He’s a very good friend of mine. He’s also Captain America.” He looked up at you, expecting a big reaction and frowning when you didn’t give him one. He leant against the kitchen counter, coffee in one hand, looking as laid back as ever. You were standing completely still, either glancing at everything simultaneously, or fixing your gaze on one thing in particular.

“If you…” you paused, searching for the right way to phrase it. “If you care about me, why did you take me to a SHIELD facility, rather than just letting me go?” His expression hardened, and he inhaled as if he was going to say something. He closed his mouth again and cleared his throat.

“Steve insisted on bringing you in. I didn’t want to seem suspicious, so I went with it. I was gonna get you out, though.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah, Captain America,” he explained.

“Does he not like mutants?” He frowned at you for a few seconds, before understanding the connection. His eyes widened, and he shook his head.

“No, no. I don’t think he knows you are one, actually. He just follows the rulebook to a tee. Well, not so much the rulebook as his own rulebook. He has principles, and he follows them no matter what. Punishments to fit crimes, no questions asked, and that sort of thing.”

“I could have made my own way out.” He shook his head.

“No. The building was surrounded. You would have been brought in either way.” You didn’t respond, taking it all in. You hadn’t considered that. He had thought it through better than you had, and he obviously did care.

“Thanks.” He glanced up at you.

“It’s fine.” There was a long pause, and you looked around the room, taking it all in.

“You can relax.” You raised your eyebrows.

“Sorry?”

“You can relax now. You’re safe.” You shook your head and looked at the floor.

“No.” He scowled softly, and you felt your chest tighten ever so slightly. “I’m sorry,” you corrected yourself. “I do realise that sounds very harsh. It’s nothing personal.” He sighed.

“Of course it isn’t,” he muttered, putting his empty cup in the dishwasher and leaning back against the counter again.

“I don’t know you. In order to trust someone, you have to know them.”

“Not always.”

“I don’t know anyone, and therefore I don’t trust them. That won’t change, regardless of whether or not you agree.” He sighed again and ran a hand through his hair.

“Well, in that case, maybe we could try to get to know each other, then. How does that sound?” he asked, and you sighed.

“Associations create dangers and weaknesses. For both your safety and my own, I wouldn’t recommend it.” He huffed and crossed his arms. “I’m sure you can understand that,” you added, and he looked up at you.

“Oh, I do. But I’m perfectly able to keep myself safe. And I’m sure that you can, too.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He sighed and walked over to his living room, sitting down in an armchair. You turned to face him.

“I never got your name.” He fixed his gaze on you, expectantly, and you sighed softly.

“Y/N. You?”

“Officially, James. But call me Bucky.” You furrowed your brows slightly.

“How does James turn into Bucky?” you asked, and he gave you a small smile, although it never reached any other part of his face, and it was gone in a second.

“Well, my full name is James Buchanan Barnes. Buchanan turns into Bucky, which just kinda stuck.” You nodded and looked around the room.

“James…” you said, as if you were tasting the sound of it in your mouth. “It’s nice.” He let out something that was barely recognisable as a soft chuckle and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” You shot him a look, and he raised his hands in defence. “Figure of speech, darling.” You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms. He sighed. “A figure of speech which I won’t be using with you,” he corrected, and you nodded, looking away.

“Why did the security guard let you in? Surely SHIELD has cameras everywhere? All fancy-ass equipment and shit?” you asked, and he shrugged.

“I told him Fury had sent me to question you. Something about you having some information of some sorts. And someone may have accidentally flicked a certain switch. Coincidences happen,” he said, and you hummed in affirmation. Something was wandering in the back of your mind, something you felt the need to address, but you couldn’t remember what it was.

“Why do you care so much about this whole soul mate business, anyway?” you asked.

“I’d say the question is fairly self-explanatory. Who doesn’t want to be with their soul mate?” he asked, and you tensed visibly. He sighed. “You don’t. Of course, my one has to be the one who doesn’t want this.” You narrowed your eyes. “Listen, I know you said you have no interest in this, but we were designed to fit each other in every way possible. There is no way you can’t like me. And vice versa. Just let me get to know you, and you me, and you’ll see just how good this could get. Just try it.”

You gave him a wary look. On one hand, would it be nice to have someone to love, and who loved you back? Yes, yes it would. And he wasn’t just some random person either; he had an insight to your world and could help you stay safe, so that was a good thing. Also, he had gotten you out of a SHIELD facility without harm, so he obviously meant well. Maybe you owed him something.

“Alright.”

“What?”

“Alright. We can try to get to know each other. I’m not making any promises, though, so don’t get too excited,” you said, and he visibly perked up.

“Oh. Well, that’s great.” There was a pause, as if neither of you really knew where to go from here.  “Uh, so tell me a bit about yourself?” he said, and you scowled.

“Seriously?” He sighed, and walked over so he was standing just a few metres away from you, leaning against the wall.

“Alright, bad plan. Here, ask me any question, and I’ll answer.” You thought about the offer for a few seconds, before nodding.

“What happened to your arm?” you asked, and his expression hardened. You must have hit a nerve. At least now he understood why you were reluctant to do this.

“I fell off a train,” he stated bluntly. You raised an eyebrow.

“How do you fall off a train and lose your arm?” you asked, and he sighed.

“There were mountains involved; it’s a pretty boring story.” You sensed he wasn’t going to say anything else about it.

“What about your ability, then?” you asked and he briefly glanced at his metal arm before clearing his throat.

“It’s… complex. I heal fast. Damn fast. That’s how you manage to fall off a train without dying.” You huffed, insanely jealous. “But it has downsides. Pretty bad downsides.”

“At least your ability works,” you said, crossing your arms and looking away. He raised his eyebrows in question.

“What’s yours?”

“Telekinesis. Only it doesn’t work.” He shrugged.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’d rather mine didn’t either,” he said, and you frowned.

“Why not?” He sighed.

“Downsides. But let’s not talk about them now.” You nodded, understanding perfectly well why he’d rather keep some things to himself. It was weird, talking about this stuff as if it was the most normal and natural thing on earth. He looked you up and down, and you instantly felt defensive. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No, thank you,” you said.  

“How about something to eat?” You shook your head, and he sighed. “You can use my shower if you want,” he said, and you hesitated.

“Could I?” you asked, and he smiled.

“Yeah. Of course.” He laughed to himself and started walking toward the kitchen again, and you frowned.

“What’s funny?” you asked, and he shrugged.

“That’s the first time you haven’t protested against an offer I’ve made.” You shrugged and looked at the floor, jumping slightly when he shoved a towel under your nose. “For the shower. Take as long as you want.” You nodded, and entered the bathroom. Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

[shield-o-futuro]

Ficou bravinho Luke?

Luke: Vem cá, o que você acha?

[yourmarvelheadcanons]

Given Pietro’s heightened metabolism, he can drink 50 cans of Red Bull and not feel the slightest caffeine rush. He now drinks them only for their taste.

[sarcastictonystark]

Natasha is easily one of the top five coolest people I know and she has enough stories to make a six season Netflix series, someone green light a movie already.

[thebigbookofmarvel]

Part 2 (Listen To Your Heart) (Steve x Reader)

Part 2 of Listen To Your Heart

Steve Rogers stared at the engagement ring you had left behind. He knew that this day would come somehow. Ever since the day Peggy passed on, he felt numb, he couldn’t face her, without wishing she was Peggy instead. Instead of her (h/c) he’d wishes it were black, instead of soft pink lips he’d wished they were dark red. Instead of tanned skin he’d wish you had her fair skin. He knew he had ignored you like an idiot, he had been spending time at her grave, talking to Peggy reminiscing the times they were together. How he and the former SHIELD agent cane together to fight the Nazis. He fingered the engagement ring, his tears slipping down his well built cheek bones. He had hurt her, hurt (y/n) he knew how you’d patiently wait him put every evening for him to return home for her delicious dinner. For him to dig into her famous mango strawberry pudding, waiting for him to put his arms around her. He couldn’t even remember when was the last time he said those three words.

He had made a mistake, the day he proposed to her, was somehow the happiest day of his life, how she jumped up and down as she hugged him close. He could still remember the scent of her hair. Vanilla. He loved it, pulling her close as they enjoyed a quiet night just at their balcony, laughing as she made up weird names for the constellations.

That day Peggy died, was a huge blow for him, he couldn’t come to terms with it, he’d see her and feel guilty that he felt something for another woman he knew he could never have again. She, she came into his life like a ray of sunshine, a ray of hope, and he clung on to it as if she was his saver. How she made him smile by simply hugging him close. Her “I love you’s” were always full of sincere, her kisses soft yet sweet she tasted like blueberries. Her smile, don’t even get him started on it. Bright, beautiful, full of light. That’s why Natasha gave her a nickname.

A. Aprinde.

In Romanian it meant light up, ignite. She was the light of his life, the highlight of his life. She was that light at the end of his tunnel. He followed it and now when it’s gone, he felt exactly like the way he felt whe he was thawed. He felt so

Scared.

Unsure.

Miserable.

The day he laid his eyes on her at SHIELD, was the day he met his Aprinde. He met her through Stark, her supposed best friend. And as he fought beside her he could see her strong spirit how it never gave in to anything, how she fought for the lives of others. She had taken a bullet for Natasha when they were fighting against Loki, and she had done that all in the name of love.

(Y/n)? She loved her friends, never knowing her family she grew up with Natasha, and her love for others made him fall madly in love with her. She always had that gift, to see the best in others, her quote being

“No one is completely evil, they are just lost and have to find their way out of their own tunnel” he remembered how Loki had stared at her as if she was some alien. Everyone hated him for what he had done to Coulson, she didn’t, she saw him for the man he used to be. She had the ability to impact a person’s life.

He remembered their first kiss, at the Central Park, on a bench, star gazing. He remembered how he’d face her, how she looked down and smiled, her smile, was everything to him. He remembered cupping her cheek and her eyes shone back in the moonlight as she inched closer. They were less than an inch apart, her hand on his chest as he made the move. He remembered how she tasted how she felt. Now she’s gone, now his Aprinde is gone. He had caused it, his past love for a woman had caused it. He remembered how Peggy had told him to hold on to her tightly. “Women like her are rare Steve, very very rare” she had emphasised. He let her go.

Her laughter, like jingle bells, it could make make a whole room light up like Christmas Day. She would have a certain spark in her eyes as she laughed along. She and Tony put together though was extremely horrible, they would laugh non stop. She was a prankster, he felt tears well up again as he remembered how she had “redecorated” his bedroom to look like America, everything was Red, white and blue. He shook his head as he remembered how she’d played “I’m a barbie girl” whenever Thor had stepped into the room.

He loved her so much, and he hadn’t realized what a jerk he had been. He had promised her to take care of her.

And he didn’t he had hurt her. So much.

Looking down he made a decision.

Grabbing his keys and the engagement ring he ran out of the apartment.

Hoped you guys liked it. There will be a few more parts to this.

[wrecklessimagine]

Hungry?

IM SO EXCITED I JUST SAW YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Okay, could I have an Avengers imagine where the reader is sort of antisocial from the group or really sarcastic and doesn’t really hang out with the others. But the team finds out that when she gets home from missions she has like a really cute hobby like knitting or baking cupcakes or something?

Sitting in the aircraft as you turn your seat to the wall, you hear the team mumbling behind you as you draw in a long breath through your nose and close your eyes.

“Just give ‘er some time,” Captain says.

“She’s been with this team 10 months, Cap,” Tony says as he huffs to himself, “if she doesn’t wanna be here, let her put in for the transfer!”

“She hasn’t said anything about a transfer,” Bruce pipes up, pulling the earbud away from his ear.

“She hasn’t said anything in general,” Tony murmurs to himself.

“She’s very useful in the field.  Do we need much more than that?” Natasha asks.

“Of course the soulless spider wouldn’t think beyond the needs of the field,” Tony snarks.

“I do not see the problem.  She contributes to the home, she is very valuable on the missions.  She is quite engaging the times that she does converse…”

Shaking your head lightly, you lean your head into the chair and close your eyes, trying to drown out Thor’s voice as you dream of your room back at the tower.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to get to know the team.  They were a great bunch, and Mr. Stark was very gracious in allowing you to stay in the tower if you contributed to the maintaining of the facilities that you used.

You just…didn’t like people.

Scratch that…it wasn’t people.

It was socializing.

Well…it really wasn’t even socializing.

It was-

“Well, personally, I think-”

“Can it, Barton,” Tony snaps.

“Hey, now wait just a second,” Bruce says as he stands, holding his finger in the air.

You hated when they interrupted your trains of thought.

“The green man’s gonna bite if you all don’t shut it,” you lull, clenching your jaw together as everyone slowly turns and looks at the chair that they thought was vacant.

“Miss Y/N?” Thor asks.

“Yes?” the disembodied voice replies.

Everyone continued to look around at each other, flabbergasted that they didn’t realize you were sitting in the chair.

The silence was deafening.

“Let me know when we land,” you sigh, curling your legs further into your body as you clasp your arms around them.

“Sure thing,” Tony says, his brow furrowed deep as his eyes burrow deep into the back of the chair.

“Y/N?” Clint pipes up.

“Yes?” you respond.

“Is there any reason why you don’t like us?” he asks.

Now, it was your turn for the speechless silence.

“I’m sorry if I’ve given that impression.  It wasn’t my intention,” you state.

The rest of the ride home was fairly silent.  Thor and Clint engaged in a bit of conversation here and there, and Tony kept mumbling stuff under his breath, but other than that it was quiet.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the carrier landed on top of the tower.

“Who’s hungry?” Tony asks, wheeling his chair around as you dash for the door of the flying encasing.

And as he watches you scurry out onto the top of the tower, your legs practically running you to the door of the stairwell, Tony claps his hands together before pointing in your general direction.

“Well, apparently not her,” he states sarcastically.

Throwing your room door open, you slam it shut behind you, placing your back up against the door as you lean your head back onto it, sighing heavily as a light smile ricochets across your cheeks.

Finally, some alone time.

Dashing towards your bed, you drop to your knees as you shove your hand underneath, pulling out a long, thin briefcase as you pop the sides and allow the lid to slowly flip up.

Smiling to yourself, you grab your large canvas pad before reaching for your favorite set of charcoal pencils, tucking a sharpener into your back pocket before shutting the case and pushing it back under your bed.

Drawing was your release.

Your escape.

You could lose yourself in the details of a doodled scenario, drowning out voices and worries and constantly-running thoughts.

But it was especially helpful in combating the things you saw in the field.

Sitting back on your haunches, you raise to your feet as you go to sit on your bed before turning your head over towards the door and contemplating upon an idea.

The mindset of the team was partially because you kept yourself so isolated.  Granted, it wasn’t a bad thing…it’s how you’ve always been…but maybe it was something you could fix while still enjoying your distraction.

Taking the time to change into something more comfortable, you dash out of your room in your full-length black and white chevron-pattered sundress, your bare feet padding across the floor as you make your way for the kitchen, the smell of food wafting through the hallways as you descend quietly down the stairs.

“I do not care for those onions you speak of,” Thor says as you grin to yourself, “they have an odd taste and are…mushy.”

“Mushy, huh?” Clint grins, eyeing Thor from his corner as he cleans up his bow.

“Yes, mushy…” Thor says, turning around as he eyes Clint carefully.

“Easy, Mr. Granite.  No onions in the food tonight,” Tony says as he pops a lollipop back into his mouth.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure to tell the cook,” Bruce snickers, shaking the pan in front of him over the stove as Tony leans back onto the doorway separating the kitchen from the main living area.

“Hey, Romanoff, could you go down into the wine cellar and find something that would-”

But as Tony turns his body back into the room, he realizes that everyone’s eyes are trained on something.

And that something is you.

Sitting in a chair in a corner, you prop the notepad up on your lap, your eyes darting up to Clint as he continues to sit in his chair, his ankle crossed over his leg as his bow sits mighty and tall in his lap.

“Could you stay like that for a second?” you ask, your hands working the charcoal pencils quickly over the paper as Clint nods silently.

“What’s going on?” Bruce asks from the kitchen.

“Just keep cookin’, Maria,” Tony says nonchalantly.

“Is it really necessary to call him that?” Thor asks.

“It’s just in jest, Thor,” you lull comfortingly.

Feeling someone appear at your side, you recognize the shoes as your eyes continue to dart back and forth between your paper and Clint.

“I can feel you breathing, Natasha,” you smirk lightly.

“Is this what you do after every mission?  When you shut yourself in your room?” she asks.

“What’s she doing!?” Bruce calls out as he moves the pan out of the heat and wipes his hand off on the corner of his flannel shirt.

“I believe she is being artistic,” Thor says.

“Drawing, big guy,” Tony says as he slaps Thor’s strong back, “she’s drawing.”

“What’s she drawing?” Bruce asks.

“Clint…” Natasha says, her brow furrowing lightly as she trains her eyes on the picture emerging before her.

After getting the basic outline completed, you take one more hard look at Clint as you nod your head lightly.

“If you need to move, you can,” you state.

But you realized that he didn’t move.

“Sure you can remember all these fine details?” he muses playfully.

“I can try my best,” you breathe, shaking your head as you try to suppress a smile.

Pretty soon the entire team was gathered around you, watching your utensils fly across the paper as a lifelike rendition of Hawkeye with his bow in his lap slowly begins to emerge upon the paper.

“This is really good…” Tony trails off.

But you just kept drawing.

“Have you done all of us?” Bruce asks.

“Yes,” you muse lightly as your eyes dart up once again to Clint, his hands now working across his bow again to clean it.

“I would like to see mine at your earliest convenience, if that is alright,” Thor states.

“That can be arranged,” you muse, stopping to look up at him and smile lightly just before the smoke alarm goes off.

“My chicken!” Bruce exclaims, dashing back across the room as he runs into the kitchen, turning on fans and moving things off of heated surfaces as he grumbles lowly to himself and tries fanning the smoke away from the smoke detector.

“Well, at least the-”

But everyone threw their hands up to their ears once the fire alarm started blaring and flashing lights.

“Damn it, Maria!” Tony yells out into the screeching room.

“Hold on!” Bruce roars above the noise.

You thought it was funny the way Tony called Bruce “Maria.” It had taken a lot of explaining to Thor on your part as to why Tony did.  You remember the first time Thor ever heard it.  He thought it was incredibly offensive and was a derogatory statement towards Bruce’s softer side, when in fact Tony would do that to symbolize the close relationship the two of them had.

That was the thing with Tony.

The level at which he picked with you sat in equal proportion to the relationship he felt he had with you.

Which was why Tony rarely ever joked with you.

Hearing Bruce cough as he emerges from the kitchen, covering his face with his arm, he breathes a sigh of relief as the smoke detector finally dies down.

“Pizza, anyone?” he asks.

And as everyone started yelling out their orders as Bruce fumbles for his phone in his pocket, Tony turns around to you as you continue to shade and blend across your paper, recalling every dip and wrinkle in Clint’s face as you furrow your brow tightly in concentration.

“Hey, Rembrandt?” Tony asks, getting your attention as you whip your head up.

“Hm?” you ask.

“Hungry?” he asks, pointing to Bruce as he holds the phone up to his ear.

“Uh…pepperoni and pineapple?” you ask.

“Seriously?” Tony asks, “Just slap some bacon on it and you have a Hawaiian.”

“I don’t like bacon,” you state matter-of-factly.

“You don-…you don’t like bacon?” Tony asks incredulously.

“Who doesn’t like bacon?” Natasha muses.

“Even I am one to enjoy bacon!” Thor says proudly.

“Thor…out of everyone gathered in this room, you are the first to be associated with the carnage of bacon,” Tony states.

“What is that supposed to mean?  Bacon is very tasty,” Thor asks, a look of thorough confusion wafting over his face.

But you just shook your head and dipped it back down to your drawing.

“Alright, pepperoni and pineapple for Rembrandt, over here,” Tony motions with his hand as he turns his head to Bruce, “and I’ll have a three-meat.”

“Sounds like my next drawing,” you mutter to yourself as a smirk slides across your cheeks.

“I’ll pretend like I didn’t hear that,” Tony says as he stalks off, braving the kitchen as he begins waving his hand in front of his face.

[tsukiharu]

Superhusbands 101 Fluffy Prompts

006: “I will always be there to protect you.”

One day during a mission things went wrong when some enemy surprised them with a bomb and forced them to drastically change all their plans. That resulted in actions being hastily taken and lead to a hurt Iron Man.

Even though it was not his fault, Steve blamed himself during all the time Tony had been resting in his room with a broken leg. He insisted on taking care of the brunette, going as much as spoon-feeding him even though his arms were completely fine.

“I’m fine, cap. Seriously.” Tony told him one day, interrupting Steve from his story telling to help the man sleep.

“I know.” he replied, closing the book to look at the brunette. "But you could be better if I had stopped the enemy.“

Tony groaned at that because seriously? Nobody could have predicted that. The dude came from absolutely nowhere with a weapon enough to blow a city. Of course someone was bond to get hurt. Better be Iron Man then the all mighty Captain America, though. How would the world react if the super soldier had gotten hurt? He must stay strong and unbeatable as earth’s hope.

"You can’t always protect everyone.”

“Its no’t a matter of being able to, it’s a matter of not being present when you got hurt.” he said, taking Tony’s hand in his, eyes never leaving the other’s. “Im sorry for failing. It won’t ever happen again.” he kissed the back of the brunette’s hand, a promise. “I will always be there to protect you.”

Tony smiled at that, leaning in to kiss Steve’s cheek.

“Thanks, Steve. I appreciate that.” he said, resting his forehead against the blonde’s. "Count on me to have your back.“

Steve chuckled, nodding slightly before taking those sweet lips.

[dangerouslybeautifuldreams-deac]

[felasintumbld]

Guess what lucky duck got black widow and Hawkeye stickers from the gumball machine 😎😎😎😎😎

[kpopaesthetictr]

“We are alone here.”

Sebastian Stan wallpaper.

» like/reblog if you save, please.

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[defendingwarrior-deactivated202]

[sarcastictonystark]

The arc reactor in the suit provides it with power as long as it’s functional, and it’s not iron or steel actually. Common mistake, the name’s not exactly accurate but I didn’t exactly pick it out. As for Rogers and the shield? Little known fact, but he actually emits a powerful gravitational field that only affects Frisbee-shaped objects. No joke.

[celluloidbroomcloset]

Best image ever.

[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

Imagine: Being a live-in nurse for Bucky’s PTSD and being one of the only people who can open him up, calm him down, and help him with simple, stress relieving tasks. [x]

Y/N: Bucky? Are you alright? Bucky: Yeah, yeah… I just… I had a nightmare- or a memory, I’m not really sure… Y/N: Oh, Bucky. Do you want to talk about it… or? Bucky: No… Not yet. I’ll tell you soon, but for now I don’t want to think about it… *sighs* Y/N: It’s okay. We can talk later, that’s fine. How about we try some more relaxation techniques? They seemed to work well last time. Bucky: Yes, that sounds great. *smiles* Thank you, Y/N. For everything. 

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