the safest hands,

  —- ❛ & if you s a w atlas, the GIANT who holds the WORLD on his s h o u l d e r s ; if you saw that he STOOD — BLOOD running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world ALOFT with the LAST of his STRENGTH, and the GREATER his EFFORT, the heavier the world bore DOWN upon his SHOULDERS —- what would you tell HIM??               TO SHRUG ??

[shieldling-blog]

☂ (phYSICALLY PICKS UR SMOL ASS UP LIKE THE LIGHTWEIGHT U ARE)

( reaction ask meme: open !! )

☂—— picking them up

         THE BIG MUSCLE GOD PICKED HIM UP AND BODY SLAMMED THAT PHAT ASS.   ‘   thor nO   ’   oh, thor YES and he PICKED UP THE BEAN CAPTAIN AGAIN AND CHUCKED HIM DOWN A GARBAGE DISPOSAL LIKE THE TRASH CAN HE WAS, ROARING A THUNDEROUS ROAR OF   ‘   MY POPTARTS SON OF ROGERS, MY *BLEEP* POPTARTS.   ’

[shieldling-blog]

✖ ▼

( reaction ask meme: open !! )

✖ ——punching them

         it wasn’t the force of the punch that had him reeling, but more so the surprise that accompanied it. after all, the last thing he had expected after walking through the doors of the tower was a frantic daisy barrelling towards him; only to meet him with a punch to the cheek when she was close enough.   ‘   w-what? daisy?   ’   it wasn’t his first punch, not by a long shot, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be his last, but it had been the first he had received from DAISY of all people, and for a moment he couldn’t help but wonder if he had stepped into some alternate reality, or he had reached that point in his dream that told him it was time to wake UP.   ‘   what are—— what?   ’

▼ —— kissing them

           it wasn’t the fact that daisy wasn’t a great girl, because she was, and any guy would be lucky to score even HALF a chance with her, but she was also daisy, ( his teammate, his friend—— someone to protect ) awfully tipsy, and steve had MORALS. morals that meant no matter how soft her lips were, or how warm her palms felt on his skin, he had to cut the kiss short, his eyes soft as he watched daisy’s vivid smile turn into that of a pout, slightly puckered and eyes pleading as her hands pawed at his shoulders.   ‘   alright, that does it, daisy. c’mon, no more drinks for you. i’ll even tuck you in, how’s that?   ’

[a-crimsonmalice]

SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS:

▼ kissing them

♢ stabbing them

♞ shooting them

✖ punching them

➶ slapping them

☠ poisoning them

☎ hugging them

☂ picking them up

✗ bringing them alcohol

✣ bringing them food

☯ coming home late

♀ proposing marriage

[kittypride-archive]

[shieldling-blog]

i have died everyday ▾ sr & bb

&& @srgtwinter.

      when t’challa had first come forth with the option of bringing bucky out of cryo, steve had turned it down with heavy heart, and a wounded expression on his face. after all, with his months spent on wakandian soil ( where he refused to leave bucky’s side ) recovering, he had learned to overcome any previous differences he held with the ruler, and even struck up what he could happily call a friendship. one that meant that t’challa knew better than anyone—— from the sheer amount of exposure he saw in the lab that monitored bucky, just how MUCH steve both grieved and pleaded with a man not yet dead, yet not fully alive. a friendship, as steve believed, that meant he should have understood that no matter how much he missed bucky, there were also no others OPTIONS.

      not when it had been bucky himself that had asked to be put under; when it had been buck himself to suggest the ice as the only possible redemption he could offer the world. with steve unable to accept the idea of death as an option for bucky, and bucky unable to accept anything LESS. the compromise had come with another chamber of ice, another unknown period of time where he was so close to having bucky, but not having him at ALL. but it had been bucky’s decision, one of the first he had gotten to make in so long, and how could steve ever begrudge him of that? not when his reasoning behind it had been the fear of endangering others, not when it had meant endangering steve. because of course, of COURSE—— even with his head all scrambled like a bad blender job gone wrong, he ended up putting others first, putting steve first. ( the JERK. )

      so when t’challa had asked him on whether he wanted bucky out of cryo? if he wanted him out of the ICE, and back with him ( where he belonged ) living and breathing, happy and hale? steve felt more like the brunt of a bad joke than he ever had during his experiences with the neighbourhood bullies back in brooklyn. t’challa already knew the answer to that question ——how could he NOT? so why had he bothered to ask it anyway? steve hadn’t gotten it at first, of course he hadn’t, but when the news had come through: that there was a way to help bucky straighten out the lines and build up the boxes in the mind so things could start making SENSE again? god, steve had felt hope before, but the tightness in his chest, and the wet gloss to his eyes, this was something else ENTIRELY.

          something that had his hands shaking, and his breath coming in short gasps that shouldn’t have been POSSIBLE with the serum working through his veins. yet, as he approached the two scientists overviewing the slow defrosting, he felt LESS like a super soldier, and more like the snot nosed kid back in brooklyn that just needed his best friend. then again, had he ever been different? had there ever been a time where steve rogers hadn’t needed bucky barnes? never, never, never. not when the ice had finally cleared, the capsule had opened, and bucky lay before him, chest moving softly from the breath in his lungs, and his fingers twitched in reaction to his own two hands wrapping firmly around bucky’s own.   ‘   buck? —— hey buck, you with me?   ’

[shieldling-blog]

&& arvchkid.

       peter had spent most of the day helping tony, trying not to think about mary jane who was HERE – in the middle of everything – and aunt may who was .. well ANYWHERE. he tried his best not to, but they kept surfacing in his mind anyway. DON’T THINK ABOUT A PURPLE ELEPHANT, aunt may used to tell him that, trying to explain why thinking about not thinking about something didn’t work. he never completely understood it, but instead took it as a distraction method. he moved through the halls of stark tower ( he really shouldn’t be on a skateboard inside but … ) repeating the mantra to himself.        he knew he really should get some sleep, tony would want his help again in the morning.  he rolled slowly but steadily, watching as others milled about the tower, heading back to the room he had been staying in. on the way back he heard CAPTAIN AMERICA’S voice, talking to him. he smiled wide, in a way that betrayed his true age – as much as he tried to act like an adult ( for tony ! for gwen ! for aunt may ! ) there was a childlike spirt in him. he opened his mouth to reply, to say i’m doing okay, cap! how about yourself? when steve rogers finished his sentence. 

‘ oh. ’ he says, stopping the skateboard and looked up at one of his heroes. his brain fully processed, of course he didn’t actually know him. ‘ oh, uh, no ? actually. i’m supposed to be here. i’m, uh, ’ he smiles softly, holding up his hands in the motion he used to activate his slinger, letting out a quick pht pht sound to give the full effect. a moment later he realized what he had just done. ‘ that was weird, wasn’t it? yeap.. weird. sorry ‘bout that, dude. ’ a nervous hand rubbed the nape of his neck and peter made a face at his own actions. 

      disconcertingly, it took a bit longer than steve would ever wish to admit to for anything to really register. from the confusing feeling of familiarity that came with hearing the kid’s voice, to the stopped skateboard beneath one of his feet, even after he watched him go through the motions ( even standing to make his own sound effects ) it wasn’t until a quiet moment just beginning to edge on awkward had passed that steve REALISED it. dear god, did he ever, and as soon as he understood, there was a part of him that wished to retract whatever thought he gave towards it —— towards this goddamned kid.

      because that was exactly what he was. the little beanpole of a guy before him, sporting a graphic tee and a ratty pair of sneakers, this kid was someone steve knew ALL too well. and really, seeing him out of the spandex and milling about the tower like any other civilian, that was what really put things into perspective. red and blue really did a number for a guy, and now that he was out of his own costume, and they were meeting on newer, less volatile terms, there was a part of steve that stood to be HORRIFIED. 

      thinking back to the battle on the air strip that felt like eons ago with everything they’d experienced since, and all he could remember was the way he had fought. diving into the thick of things, never stopping to pull his punches, steve had fought to win, and it had ended with him dropping a TRUCKTON of metal onto the kid. he could have killed him —— squashed him like a goddamn bug. so just what exactly had he been THINKING? ( that he had been older, not as young, with a few more years of life experience, maybe ). 

   ‘   you’re that—— that kid from queens, right?   ’   and he knew his name. he knew it, goddamn spider man, and here he was, still trying to postpone the inevitable reveal of the truth.

[shieldling-blog]

&& mvsclememcry.

   eating hadn’t helped the taste in his mouth go away. billy’s message WHILE HELPFUL, had made spencer feel even further off balance then he had before. it felt like the world was swinging with too many cooks and his brain was the pot. all the hands that had ever touched his skull had left their marks – and he had to live with it. sometimes he wondered if maybe this was HIS FAULT.  he would never know, and there was always a chance that he had asked for this. maybe he had volunteered. maybe he had no one to blame but himself for his current condition. 

these thoughts spun around the empty chaos of his mind since the message – along with his feelings of uselessness. he KNEW the best thing to do would be to push it aside, to pick himself up and keep moving, that’s what he had always done. the small pack of notebooks that told his story for a year before s.h.i.e.l.d. had found him through the registration program told him he had at least been doing it then. moving from location to location before the questions became too difficult and he ‘ knew ’ too many people he couldn’t remember. that was always the hardest: smiling back and waving like he knew, when he could never be sure. there was always a sense of dread that he had forgotten someone important or “ remember ” someone he had never met.

all of this was at the forefront of his brain when the other posed the question are you doing alright ? he looked at the stranger, trying to place him. 

‘ look, you’re really going to have to forgive me, but, uhm – HAVE I MET YOU ? if i have, i’m really sorry – but i’m sure you understand.. debriefs and whatnot. ’ spencer physically winced as he said the words. it never got easier, but it was better than pretending. he was thankful for that at the very least. 

      as man who’d seen what the horrors of war could do, and what kind of effects it could bring about, the blank look that shone through the kid’s eyes quite frankly scared him enough to have him stumbling. he had seen the look before. in war vets and young soldiers seeing battle for the first time, hell, he had seen it in his own reflection one too many times during his first few years out of the ice. to see a hollowed, empty stare where there should have been EXPRESSION, steve knew the look all too well. the look of loss, of confusion, the look of seeing but not being able to understand. steve knew that look, and though he didn’t know the kid, it was enough to cause him to need for a few seconds pause before he could answer. before he could actively work through the onslaught of emotions as realisation set in. 

      ———— THIS was the result of thanos’ war, and this was a l l that would remain if they didn’t figure out how to END it.

      considering the kid’s case ( spencer smith, he recalled silently ) he could only imagine how much worse things must have felt. to never remember and to be left in doubt at each and every turn? how much worse would those feelings have intensified after the war had been waged. to not REMEMBER the reasons why he fought, to not remember if there was anything or anyone he fought FOR. the idea of having no motivation, neither any thoughts to turn to for comfort in his darkest times ——it terrified him.   ‘   don’t worry about it, kid. we’re new faces, you and i ... but that still doesn’t change the fact that you look like you’re about to keel over any second. you got anywhere you can rest up?   ’   because honestly, at this point, steve was ready to volunteer his own bed if it meant the kid got a bit of shut eye. 

[nightn3rd-blog]

[shieldling-blog]

&& hasinternet.

daisy cheeks filled with red as she spun around, quick to recognize the firm yet soft – the iwannahugthelifeoutofyou tone – as none other than steve roger’s. another one of her superhero heart eyes. she was just glad she hadn’t jumped the gun and sent the approaching footsteps seven feet underground with a seven-point-oh on the richter scale. that would have been both embarrassing and disappointing. her shield suit was covered in alien slime, concrete dust, and even a little bit of blood, but she shot a classic crooked smile through her sore teeth. must’ve gotten slugged there by that alien scum. usually, she was the most open to welcoming aliens with hospitality more than anyone else at shield. this encounter was an exception, with the extraterrestrials kneeling to thanos, planetary god of the assholes. it was different.

a pulse of pain ran through her lower back, causing more than just discomfort as she searched for something witty to say. “me? i’ve never been better. just woke up after a long day’s awaited slumber. bet i looked more badass than the original sleeping beauty. too bad you didn’t have to kiss me to wake me up.” she joked light-heartedly, tacking on a shrug at the end. “how long have i been out, steve? hours? days? weeks??” she asked, suddenly concerned not about her health, but with what she’d missed. not an avid fan of hospital beds, daisy still found that they were better than a pile of rubble and splinters of crushed glass. “more importantly, did we win?? is it over??” win was a general term. even if they had defeated thanos once and for all, new york would still never be the same.

if it turned out that the rest of the world had been eaten alive by a bunch of crummy as fuck aliens and the human race was basically extinct, besides steve rogers and herself, daisy didn’t know whether to wallow in her own tears or skip with joy. nah, she’d cry another ocean. the image of rivers streaming out of her glassy eyes ran through her thoughts as she waited in anticipation for his answer.

      caught between a raise of his brow and a small exhale of laughter, the two actions always seemed to do a good enough job of summing up steve’s feelings whenever he found himself in daisy’s presence. the girl was an adventure of her own, each and every single time without fail, and perhaps that was what drew others into her so easily. regardless of the immense power she held ( which steve himself could confirm ) and the level of importance she brought to a team, she stayed as humble as any one could, and always more where it counted. daisy johnson was a trip, whether that meant talking to her, fighting alongside her, or simply witnessing her in motion, and like all times, he knew how lucky it was to have her on his team ——or on his side at the very least.

      ‘   well, i’d say that’s more of my loss than yours.   ’   once upon a time ( and by that he meant a few years ago ) steve was certain her words alone would have been enough to have him dusting pink at the cheeks; the simple insinuation more than enough. but after years of exposure to the twenty first century, and more importantly, his teammates, steve knew when to take a joke.   ‘   i wish i had a better answer for you, but i can’t even say for sure. i think i’ve been out here just as long as you have —— a few days, maybe?   ’   hopefully, was the word he left unsaid, because the idea of the world almost ending in a few simple HOURS was too terrifying of one to play host to.   ‘   and i don’t think it’s over yet, daisy. not until thanos is dead, and not until every last one of these bozos are buried along with him.   ’

[shieldling-blog]

&& @arvchkid.

      making it to the tower without an actual plan to go by was decidedly not the best of ideas. as natasha had reminded him a countless number of times, punching until there was nothing left to punch couldn’t be counted as a real plan ( which was arguable, in his opinion ), and therefore whatever ideas he had gotten into his head about making it to the avenger’s tower took far longer than he had expected. what, with the endless amount of aliens that seemed to crawl out from every possible crack and crevice of the rubble, what should have been a two or so hour trip became extended to the majority of the day.

      it was what left him nearly sluggish as he climbed up the first few flights of stairs in the tower. ( it seemed, when pushed far enough, even super soldiers needed to rest and recuperate. ) he may have been SUPER, but even steve needed the careful reminder that he wasn’t invincible. as much as he tried to play it off that he was, his aching muscles and the long sigh that escaped him proved otherwise, as did the bleak look that took to his eyes as he finally made it to a floor with actual people milling about. 

      even if the last thing he wanted was to make small talk and interact, after everything he had seen out THERE, to see the proof of life, and a reassurance for what it was exactly that he continued to fight for was relieving——heartening, even. with old shield members and other nameless professionals making use of their time and talents, whereas steve was ready to move on to where his own bunk was held, it was a flash of red and a face that looked far too young that caused him to pause. 

    ‘    hey kid, you alright?   ’   because regardless of however tired he felt, he couldn’t leave some kid to try and navigate the maze that was stark tower on his own—— he could never be that cruel.   ‘   you get separated from someone? or are you just lookin’ for the civilian floor?   ’

[heatherlbjeong]

I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it’s not like that. It happens overnight.

Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance (via heatherlbjeong)

[huwebes]

so smile for the camera, it’s your big scene

[shieldling-blog]

&& mvsclememcry.

@shieldling

spencer’s particular skill set only became useful when the fighting started, and stopped being so as soon as it ended. sure, he could perfectly recreate the movement banner or stark used to piece together equipment, but understanding when to do so – another story altogether. and so, as tired as he was ( and thereby, thankful for the time to take it easy ), the dark haired male couldn’t help but feeling a little bit USELESS as everyone moved around him. 

a nearly deserted stark tower had turned into a hub of activity since billy sent out his message. spencer watched, perched on the edge of the kitchen counter. in his hands was a bowl of cereal, but it was to clear that he had become DISTRACTED. a moment later the bowl was placed onto the counter, and he pushed himself off. he couldn’t sit still any longer. he would go to the gym, or find something he could help with.. anything.

he picked up the bowl and ( feeling a slight guilt for only finishing three quarters of it ) cleaned it out, leaving it upturned to dry. then, he began to move. he turned the corner leaving the kitchen a bit TOO QUICKLY though, and found himself almost crashing into someone else. it didn’t happen though. his neurons did what they were reprogramed to do, it wasn’t an active thought, but rather a passive reaction. 

      ‘ sorry. ’   spencer said, furrowing his brow. ‘ i , uh , need to watch where i’m going. ’

      steve knew for a fact that nobody blamed him —— not because his team was just that great; full of people who knew not to point fingers and played patience like a mastered art ( not that he would ever expect something that impossible when he himself got antsy being told to wait ) but because everyone was smart enough to know what roles they played, and what roles they didn’t. so when it was time to FIGHT, with the cowl over his eyes and his shield familiar in his hands, he knew that was his time and place to put actions before words—— to take the LEAD. 

      that by no means, however, carried over to situations that took place off the field. neither with things that he couldn’t make which whatever way sense of. so with their brightest minds gathered in the labs, a constant wave of newcomers coming and going with whatever information they had to offer, steve knew to take the hint and realise when he just wasn’t needed. not when he had already given his own two cents, and whatever jargon they were then beginning to throw around continued to go straight over his head. 

      his effectiveness had run its course, for the time being at the very least, and with his stomach rumbling, and his muscles pulling in all the WRONG ways beneath his uniform, even super soldiers took the time to retire where they could. with his mind and body torn between the comfort of a hot meal, or a much needed shower, the decision was eventually made for him when his feet led him not towards his chosen bunk for the time being, but the communal kitchen he had long since become familiar with. even with the constant coffee grinds clogging the sink drain, and the mess of cereal crumbs that always seemed to sit scattered across the counter tops, the avenger’s tower kitchen had become a comfort place of sorts will all the memories it had become host to.

     so whereas a shower could wait, his stomach apparently couldn’t. it wouldn’t have, at least, if it weren’t for the body that almost knocked into his own at the ‘round the bend.   ‘   hey —— no harm, no foul. don’t worry about it. i think we’re all a little out of it right now, understandably.   ’   besides, steve was just at just as much of a fault as the other was, what with the both of them turning corners.   ‘   you doin’ alright though, kid? not that anyone looks too good right now, but you especially look like you could use a good few hours of sleep.   ’

[shieldling-blog]

&& hasinternet. 

dust. dust everywhere. her head throbbed as she rose from the dust, the ashes, the incinerated bones of the city. she couldn’t remember the exact point she had blacked out - just that whatever had happened had put her in a bad position. she realized that the dust, the remnants of each building - it could have been a product of her powers. but she was able to control them now, right?? that was the only reason she was still allowed out in the field. even so – when the earth was in such a desperate situation such as this, it needed everyone with the capacity to be a hero.

now she remembered. the multiplying number of aliens – she was half-alien herself, but these relentless fuckers were gross, totally perpetuating the stereotype – and the losses. so many of them. anyone could be a hero, powers or no powers. she found the source of her headache. daisy’s comms headset lay snapped in half on the ground beneath her. the jagged edge had left a deep scratch on the side of her head, but it wasn’t bleeding. at least, not yet. she rubbed her groggy eyes at the sight of the ruins of her only way of contacting her team, the people at shield, hell, anyone with a title, for that matter. there were broken buildings surrounding her. she recognized one as the cell tower. “isn’t that just peachy. i guess that means the wifi’s out.” she mumbled underneath her breath. seeing as there was really no reason to stay put, daisy followed one foot with the other, ignoring her slight limp. she cleared a path out of the debris with her powers, letting the rumble vibrate throughout her body. the team – where were they? were they alive?? daisy gulped at the thought of their limp bodies in the hands of those nasty ass et lookalikes. she would kill every single last one of them if she needed to. or try to, at least.

the groggy girl felt eyes watching her - her powers usually stimulated that kind of reaction, but this was different. they were following her with uneasy intentions. the rubble plummeted to the ground, making a loud crashing noise as it made contact with the earth. “listen, i don’t think you want a piece of this. especially if you’re one of thanos’s – thanos’?? i don’t know – creepy minions. i promise, i taste bitter. like, really sour. like… like, expired meatloaf. not that you would know how that tastes, you’re from another planet. unless you’re not one of them – never mind. just show yourself, man, before i send a brand spankin’ new fault line headed your way.”

      when the aliens had first attacked—— and you’d think it’d at least get old after you'd already experienced one extra terrestrial invasion, yet here he was, still as blindsided as he had been during the chitauri attack; struggling to make sense of what was happening as he fought his way through wave after wave of the things. at least, if it was any consolation, the things were still as ugly as they had been the first time around, and as far as his therapist was concerned, making connections was important. then again, as he slammed his fist into the head of another alien, his shield arm coming up from under to cover his left, maybe this hadn’t been e x a c t l y what the doctor had had in mind when she told him to try and make links between the happenings in his life.

      —— no, with a small, laboured grunt at the sheer force of energy it took to push his way through the last of the visible aliens around him, this probably wasn’t what the good doctor had had in mind at all. and yet, as his breaths escaped him in short, sharp pants, and his fingers remained just as numb as they had a few hours back after the countless abuse he’d put them through ( the aliens were ugly, but man, were their heads ever HARD ) the last of his worries just happened to be along the lines of getting to his therapist’s office. 

      instead, with his eyes turned to the direction of the tower, the only thing he could find himself wanting was a hot shower and a bed to fall into for hopefully the next few years. having already been out on the streets for a few days, and after losing his cowl and one of his gloves somewhere during the first day, the rest of the time had been spent with a fair share of his body covered in grime, dust and the smatterings of alien blood, among other unidentifiable liquids. not that it was the worst thing he’d ever found himself covered in, but it certainly wasn’t what he’d call a preference. 

     ‘  expired meatloaf isn’t really the worst thing you could eat, y’know? mean, it gave me the worst stomachache i’d had in years, but when you’re runnin’ low on options...   ’   when steve had first made his intentions known to take to the streets in search of any survivors, he had been met with a few disagreements and concerns, which —— understandable, but nothing he’d allow himself to be talked down by. people NEEDED to know that they were sought out, that others hadn’t given up on them. they needed it, and more importantly, steve had needed something to do. it hadn’t been the most selfless of reasons, no, but as he finally came across a familiar face, perhaps it made his reasons worth it.   ‘   good to see you’re still as revved up as ever, daisy —— you been holding up, okay?   ’

[sansqstark]

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯  i say so 💯  thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

[wordsnquotes]

There is no greater pain or punishment than memory.

Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song (via wordsnquotes)

[wingheadshellhead]

if you think this is all it takes to make me give up, you really don’t know me at all.