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[twentyninetynines]

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Logically speaking, Miguel knew he didn’t actually feel any more solid now than he had a month ago. He knew Zee’s current pregnancy really had nothing to do with his dilemma of being wiped out of existence, knew that he was in just as much danger now as he had been before she was carrying someone who would be his aunt or uncle, but... He wasn’t going to complain about the placebo effect when it was working in his favor. He felt good, like he wasn’t fluctuating quite so much. And a lot of that was just... being happy. He knew that, too. He was happy for two people who he loved, who loved each other, because they were kickstarting a life together and they deserved that. They really did.

And Miguel wanted them to know he was happy. 

He’d already had that talk with Zee, already laughed and grinned and congratulated her so much he’d gone hoarse with it, but he hadn’t seen Tony since the news broke. There was a spring in his step as he let his feet carry him the familiar steps to the Tower, a small box in his hand. FRIDAY let him up (though Miguel could never, for the life of him, figure out if she was happy about it or not), and he stepped out of the elevator into Tony’s lab, talking the second the doors opened.

“I, uh, I got you a thing,” he said, setting the box on the table next to where Tony was tinkering with something. “It’s a mug. World’s Coolest Granddad. It’s got sunglasses on it. I figure, I know it’s a way’s away, but... A little closer now, isn’t it?” He grinned, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Zee told me.”

[mistressofmagic-a]

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Zatanna had made it to the end of the week. Tony had been busy with work and tinkering – and Zatanna had almost told him the first night that he came to bed after she knew. Almost blurted it out as he settled in for sleep – but she kept it in. Managed to hold on long enough to set up the reveal like she wanted. She had taken over the balcony, Dum-E was in the corner, stolen from Tony's lab as a joke - a sign around his neck that said: mom and dad are getting me a human. He was tucked away in the corner, making soft sounds of protest that he wasn't allowed to move until Tony arrived.

There was a blanket spread out with pillows and a tray of food in the middle. She got him a burger (meat this time — he thought he was sneaky with passing off the faux meat to Dum-E... but he wasn't). She had waffles out for herself. A box on the table with a gradient pink and blue ribbon. It was perhaps too obvious. She whispered a spell and snapped her fingers; the colors changing to a gradient of red and gold instead.

The door to the elevator opened and Zatanna put her hands together and spun around. She reached out and took him by the hands, dragging him further onto the balcony. "It's been a long time since we had a proper date. It's not Italy, but..." She leaned towards him, whispering another spell before pressing a kiss to his cheek. Fireworks began going off behind her. "I think I can make an argument that this is better." The lights behind her spelled out: We're pregnant.

[immortalweapon]

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There was music playing and people dancing and Danny felt like he was floating a couple inches above the ground. He couldn’t stop fiddling with the ring on his finger, twirling it around absently. The weight of it would become familiar over time, he knew, would feel like second nature. But right now, it was still foreign. 

He wasn’t sure if the alcohol thrumming through him was helping or hurting with that. 

Spotting Tony from across the room, he felt his feet moving before he realized he’d made the decision to cross the distance between them. There was a grin splitting his face, and despite his drunken state, he moved gracefully through the crowd. If there was one thing K’un Lun had taught him, it was how to maintain his balance. When he reached his cousin, he put his hands on Tony’s shoulders half for balance and half for fondness. “Did you see?” He asked, carefully removing one of his hands to hold it up, showing off the gold band. “I got married.”

[sovietavenger]

‘ i always lose when we argue. ’

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Natasha had her foot up on the table and something in the fridge in her hand. She didn’t know what it was - but it had to be something that Zatanna had made. It was fresh and - Natasha made a face. “Why is it spicy?” She coughed, before setting it down and settling into the seat herself. It had been a long time since she had seen Tony face to face, but it hadn’t been so long since she had last spoken to him. Even if none of them could see eye to eye right now, they were still a team. There was still hope. Natasha had to believe that.

“Definition of insanity, Tony. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting the same results,” she replied, shrugging a shoulder. The last time they had an argument - it hadn’t been much of an argument. It was more, Natasha standing at his side and dipping her hand in boiling water. (It must be hard to shake the whole double agent thing.) And it had ended with her taking off after Steve to Wakanda, even if only briefly before she made her own way. “Maybe that’s your sign to stop arguing with me.”

[colleenrand]

“This shit happens like clockwork.”

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"I thought Avengers were supposed to have something inspiring to say when shit like this happens? Or is that reserved for Captain America? I figured it was just standard." Colleen quipped, looking at Tony with a grin on her face, feeling just a tad more confident, knowing that he was there with her. She ran her fingers through her hair, looking at the darkened buildings around them. They could all use a little hope, but that was impossible to buy, wasn't it? Maybe seeing Iron Man would give them an ounce of something to keep them holding on.

But no one could promise that it would work. Or that Tony would stick around long enough for people to really see him — considering there wasn't a lot of danger in these parts. There were some strange glowing objects, and some people feeling whatever was in the air more than others — but Chinatown had been made relatively safe fairly quickly.

(She wanted to think it was because she and Danny were there and making sure it stayed safe.)

"There a way to get the center on the short list for power?" She had heard rumors that the tower was still lit up and that some people were getting power from him — so it didn't hurt to ask. Worst case, reaching this neighborhood was just too far out. Best case? They had some lights in Chinatown.

[anxietylanterncruz]

“ i am the team. ”

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Don't say it, she told herself, staring Tony down as he spoke. But he said that he was the team and her first reaction was to tell him — "You sound just like Guy." Or Simon, though she knew Simon would have screamed at the top of his lungs if she ever insinuated that he had an ego similar to the size of Guy's... but was she wrong? Simon was always jumping head first into trouble and acting like he had everything handled... the only difference was that Jessica became a full-fledged Green Lantern because she punched Guy out during a training session.

And then an idea sparked. She looked at Tony, wide eyed and almost excited at the idea. "If I knock you out, would I get a spot on the Avengers? How does the application process work?" She had her phone out as she spoke, trying to calm her thoughts while she jabbed at Pokemon on her app. (One of these times it would be a shiny.) "And you know... it's not really a team if it's just one person. Just like it's not a band, it's an artist. Or you know... a party. Because party of one sounds..." Sounded like her. "Not as fun as a party of two or three or four..."

[rictorscales]

[ identity theft ] for POSTER’S MUSE to confront SENDER’S MUSE over something an evil specter version of themselves did. // @avengerofiron​

For as long as he could remember, Rictor had been angry. It was something that predated his powers, something that had been with him longer than the turn of the Earth or the vibrations beneath it. His anger was as old as he was, had been raised alongside him like a brother in that broken house in Mexico, fueled by a family that made weapons out of everything, including each other. 

And right now? That anger was kind of on fire.

 Rictor would’ve snapped at anyone, to be fair. There were only a handful of people who might have been immune from his rage when it was as haywire as it was, and Tony Stark? He wasn’t one of them. When Ric herard about what he was doing at his Tower, selling power to people like a sketchy goddamn dealer, whatever poorly constructed dam that had been keeping his anger at bay shattered like glass, and the ground trembled menacingly all the way to the only thing left glowing in the city. “Hey!” He yelled, shoving through the crowd. There wasn’t as much resistance there as there probably should have been --- Rictor suspected most of them were only trying to stay on their feet. “Asshole! The fuck are you doing?”

[sharcarters]

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It would have been too easy for her to blame her absence on the world — on the universe. Five years of silence and it amounted to funds that she’d have a hard time explaining in any legal capacity. Five years of distance from her family, from the consequences of choosing Steve over Tony, over her duty to America. (A decision that had bit her in the ass — but she hated herself, because she knew, if it happened again, she would have made the same stand. It was how she landed that she might have changed.)

Five years and she didn’t bring excuses with her. There were no hamburgers as a distraction, no perfectly sculpted words to explain her actions, it was just her — standing before Tony with a thousand questions about what had happened in her absence. (His marriage that had immediately dissolved. Her parents that hadn’t heard from her in the same amount of time. About Danny and how he and Colleen were finally tying the note.) It was just her. Standing a few feet away from him with her hands in her pockets while she took in the way his hair was now, the look in his eyes, the quiet shifts that had happened while she was gone that the news could never quite capture.

“I’m sorry.” Five years she had owed him that. In her mind, it had never been about siding against Tony, it had been about keeping Bucky out of the hands of the CIA — away from where SHIELD might be able to access him — and maybe it had been about Steve. Listening to his unwavering belief that Bucky deserved a second chance.

(The two of them had come back from Siberia with… something on their shoulders. And Sharon wasn’t stupid. She knew it had to do with Tony, that it was deeply personal to all of them, and it was enough to drive Steve from Wakanda and Bucky back into the ice because at the time, that had been the safe options. But she hadn’t gotten a chance to see what it had done to Tony. Her family.)

But it had been five years since she could talk to him, since she could see anyone, she loved — five years since she got to come home. She had never been on a mission that long. Not without warning someone first and this — this had been her fault. Her own choices making her an enemy of the state, the threat of execution if she ever came home. And the only reason she was here now was because of the work she was sure Tony was involved in. The Accords had changed. Crimes had been forgiven.

(But that didn’t make her any less guilty.)

“I missed you.”