#alloyent

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“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”

i don’t remember! 

     “hey, i believe you.” clint lowers a hand towards him all the same, doesn’t ask how many fingers he’s holding up. it’s usually the other way around. clint on the ground, someone asking how he is. ( it’s not about how many times they get hit. they all take hits. clint just knows it’s easier to throw him on the ground and imagine he won’t get up. ) “come on. i don’t know if anyone up there believes us.” up there. sam’s flying around somewhere, nat’s still on one of those scooter gizmos, and there are assorted avengers in the skies everywhere. the vague big old up there. “let’s prove ‘em wrong.” 

[spidaeyaunt-movedd]

alloyent replied to your post: just in case you demons forget…. may is 50 years...

tony is gonna bully her 6ever abt the fact that he’s one(1) year younger than her and that she’s ancient compared to him

may vc: now releasing applications for a new best friend cause this one? is a heathen.

[arrowloosed]

@alloyent / bastille lyric s.c. 

     “Yeah, we lost track of time.” 

[carterslegacy]

❛  you know, my great aunt peggy used to say a lot about you guys....the illustrious starks...  ❜ her voice trails off as her eyes trace over the tower with awe. ❛  but even those stories couldn’t paint a picture like this. dare i admit i’m a little impressed?  ❜   // @alloyent

[atramentotm]

@alloyent​ / sophia keener s.c. 

“I left four thousand voicemails.” She left exactly forty three, and Sophia knows this very well. They’d started off with desperation and begging, all of the words tumbling off her tongue all at once and her mother weeping in the background, Sophia speaking with a high and terrified voice, begging him to tell her what had happened. They’d been less garbled after the first ten, her voice evening out as she tried to explain. 

By the thirtieth, she was already certain he was gone too. ( Did he go in front of Ms. Potts, like her brother had gone in front of her and her mom? Or was he alone when he crumbled away, like she is now? Like all the world is? ) The last thirteen emails don’t really ask for anything. Sophia just talks. A lonely girl without a brother and friends who have been swept away, leaving recordings on the voicemail of a dead man. “You didn’t answer, so I thought that meant you were dead. Harley’s dead. He went to dust in front of me and Mom and the news said it happened to lots of people but it happened to Harley.” She’s gritting her teeth together, arms crossed tight in front of her stomach. “Did the suit stop you from going to dust? Where did you go? Why are you here now?” 

[arrowloosed]

✎ CHELSEA I CAN'T FUCKING WRITE I DON'T KNOW HOW & YOU KNOW THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

why aren’t we interacting meme 

WE ARE ALL JUST LEETLE CREECHERS AND I ADORE YOU 

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“thank god you’re back, i need to rant.”

“I went to the bathroom, Tony. Like, number one.” Is that too much info? No, it’s not. Thank you. He looks over at the tesseract - nothing seems to have changed, which is good, because if the world ends because scientists are fucking with an energy cube while he takes a leak, he’s going to be pissed. Pun intended. “Okay, okay. Rant.” 

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“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

exhausted starters / accepting

“three days?” clint’s voice pitches up at the end. “come on, tony, that’s unreasonable. that’s bonkers.” it’s devolved right into a whine. he’s got his nose scrunched up and he’s trying to prop himself up on an elbow. “i’ll be bored. i’ve had worse than this.” 

once ran on three days no sleep, no food, under mind control. but he knows that’s not the right kind of thing to bring up. he’s got to train. to keep up with all of them. there are threats out there. huge, terrible threats that they’re meant to stop from hurting everyone. he’s a part of that; it’s not something he’s going to throw away. and if once in awhile he gets in a rhythm and forgets the rest of the world, it’s not the worst thing, is it? 

“god, i hate this. i hate it.” he rubs his hand over his face. “i’m not thor. i don’t have healing factors or a shield or armor - i don’t want my own armor - “ he gives tony a pointed look at that. “i want -- to be the best that i can be. to do good. with what i’ve got. and this is what i’ve got.”