#askmsmariahill

[irulethegame]

the-winterghost

telekineticredhead

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myredledger

askmsmariahill

"V'rong room! V'rong room, This tower is huge! I was just trying to get through! Please don't shoot me!"

[agentmccarthy-blog]

askmsmariahill 

"Ah, love? Sorry, but y' kind of standin' between me and my mornin' prize of caffeine."

[shutupreid]

I don't care why you're upset Captain Rogers but if you ever even dream of talking to me like that again I will bench you from all missions and training exercises quicker than you can say, 'star spangled man with a plan' do I make myself clear?

My muse snaps at yours for no apparent reason. What’s your muse’s reaction?

Steve bit back a reply before murmuring,  "Yes, Director…"

[dickploma-blog]

Mr. Stark by chance you haven't been trying to rifle through SHIELD files again have you?

.. Depends on why you want to know.

[angelmanagementissues]

★ //oops I think I dropped something in you inbox [/scurries away into the dark]

If we kissed:

[X] This wouldn’t happen. Don't shoot me, please.[] Oh disgusting.[] Again, again.[] Kiss you back.[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.[] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.[X] YES. PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME.[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.[] Ew.[X] Sure. PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME.[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.[] No. You can’t handle my d.[] FUCK YES.[X] No. I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.[] Yes.[] No.[X] If you want to. Just don't shoot me. Please.

[callmeoperator]

Agent Warren, glad to have caught you. By chance have you had any calls from a Mr. Xian Chan Do? I fear something might have gone awry.

"No Ma’am, I’m afraid I haven’t. I can check the call logs to see if anyone else has and keep an eye out for any calls so I can alert you when he does."

[askjanethescientist]

Canninal by Ke$ha

The scientist was at the conference. Three years ago she wouldn't have even been invited to it. Now she was leading it. She thought back to her former self - that girl in high school who had thoroughly let down after she'd tutored the quarterback in science. She wished she'd had the chance to catch him now. Of course, her high school reunion was coming up and she was pretty sure she was going to have the hottest date around. 

Pulling out her phone as she waited for the conference room to fill, she opened up a picture Thor had sent. He was in the nearby hotel room, holding their baby girl. It was evident that Thanner had taken the picture, as he had missed half of Thor's face. She smiled lovingly at the phone, then sent a reply: 'Miss you! I'll be back in an hour.'

"There's the smile I recognized," offered a male voice. Jane put the phone down on the lectern, then looked up. She tried to recognize the fellow: muscular, tall, blond, blue eyes. Definite ego. And then she realized she'd been thinking of him only a moment ago.

"Jim?"

"Yeah," he said, bashfully. He went on to talk about how he was in town for a football draft or something, and had noticed her name as the conference organizer. 

"I uh, actually have to give a lecture and do a Q&A," she said, relieved for the excuse. To her surprise, Jim sat through her lecture, then when it came time for Q&A, he raised his hand. 

"Will you go out to dinner with me, Dr. Foster?" he asked. Jane was stunned and embarrassed. The rest of the room erupted in laughter. They, of course, all knew that she was not only a world-renowned astrophysicist, but Princess of Asgard, having married one Thor.

"No, I cannot," she said icily, but the man started begging and apologizing. Eventually Jane thanked everyone for attending and the crowd dispersed, but Jim approached her once more. 

"No! Look, you were a total asshole to me in high school. I had no idea what I was doing then. Now...are you kidding me? Did you even bother to Google me?" Her phone kept buzzing; she'd been talking and arguing and hadn't made it back to the hotel room, obviously. But she kept to the argument. The more persistent the guy was, the more she started letting into him.

While she was engrossed in this heated argument, asking the guy to leave her alone, Darcy, who had been directing people here and there, let out an excited 'hey!' She directed Thor to the room where Jane was located, still arguing with a man. 

Thor knew how this was though - he understood the situation, how Jane had worked hard to be a female noted in her field. It was not unlike what Sif had done on Asgard; to defend her against an arrogant male scientist, which is what he assumed the guy was, would only undermine her efforts. However, he stood by in case the man was a problem, one hand holding Thanner's, the other arm occupied with small baby Brynhildr. 

Eventually the man went on about how Jane had achieved a great deal 'for a girl who had been so dorky in school.' 

"Are you kidding me? You wouldn't survive two minutes in my field. If you had to debate me in science or politics, my facts would chop you up into pieces!" she finally yelled. To which Thanner gasped, then clapped. 

Upon realizing her family was present, Jane promptly abandoned the 'conversation,' approached Thor, and kissed him briefly as she pulled Brynhildr into her arms. "I missed you, baby." Thor, meanwhile, sized the mortal up and glared at him. 

"Is there a problem, Jane? Do you require my assistance?" he asked as she leaned down to kiss Thanner's forehead. The little guy then assumed a position on the other side of her, folding his arms just like Thor. Brynhildr continued to touch her mom's face and giggle, but every now and then, Jane swore the baby was also glaring at the guy.

"No, we're good here. Let's get some food," she suggested.