#boxofscrapssoldseparately

[ofgunsandgloves]

It was not the first time one (or both) of Anya’s parents were gone for a while - she never was happy about it, but it happened sometimes and the toddler wasn’t bothered that much.

But a few days ago the mood had shifted and now it was heavy, silent, enough that she felt sad simply from how everyone acted around her and when she walked up to her dad she was nervously chewing on her thumb already.

“Can we see papa today?”

[zzapzzaptasersarchive]

Toni: What's going on in the world o' science these days? *feed me, i'm science deprived atm* 

Darcy Lewis: I'm a political science major 

Darcy Lewis: I just make sure Jane remembers to eat 

Darcy Lewis: also apparently compare alien butts 

Toni: Hey, that's a valid field 

Darcy Lewis: one that I'm pioneering, definitely 

Toni: You're a hero for the community 

Darcy Lewis: I'm not the hero it wants, I'm the hero it deserves

[erasedghost-blog]

After Hours [closed]

"Shit," He murmured under his breath. His flesh hand covered the bleeding hole in his side, pressing the thin fabric of his sweatshirt against it in an attempt to slow down the bleeding. In a day or so, the wound would be fine, but as of right now, he was losing a lot of blood. Bucky's breathing was ragged as he forced himself to put one foot in front of the other when all he wanted to do was collapse on the ground and sleep. He stumbled, nearly falling into a trash can at the edge of the street, but managed to catch himself with a bloody hand. "Fuck." A wave of nausea threatened to expel all he had managed to eat in the last three days, but he choked the acid down and moved towards the lit house. While stumbling through the dark streets, metal arm inoperative, Bucky was an easy target for HYDRA. Earlier that evening, they had sent operatives to bring him back, but the result was bloody. He had fought them off with the last of his strength, and they had shorted out his arm before the last of them had died. Now, he was about to pass out with a hunk of metal attached to his side that dragged him down, and a bullet hole in his side. There was only one person that he could think of that could help him, and while he didn't want to ask for help, Bucky knew he wouldn't make it out alive if he was alone. He stepped towards the Stark Tower that dwarfed him in comparison, groaning at the thought of having to reach the top floor in this state on his own. Bucky slipped into the building silently, aimed directly for the elevator and ignored any looks thrown at him; as long as he was found before he was dead, Bucky didn’t care how many people saw him. As soon as he entered the elevator, he aimed for the highest level floor it could take him; Bucky's hand smeared blood against the closing doors and glowing button and as soon as he heard the chime ring, he let out a heavy sigh and passed out on the floor of the metal box.

[notkatiekate]

box-of-scraps-sold-separately

"Uh… Tony—or, Mr.—Ms.?—Stark, I…” Oh, god. One foot in the door and you have already so fucked this up, Darth Kate-r. It should not be so hard to talk to an Avenger; you talk to Clint every day. “I am so sorry, I have no idea how to, uh, address… do I need to be formal, here, I—wait, can I just start over and pretend I didn’t make a trainwreck of this? I just… Clint said something to me the other day, and I wanted to… ask about it.”

[command-er]

[text] Do you guys use the same hair stylist or something? [text] Because I could totally believe that

[text; mr&ms stark] hah, no [text; mr&ms stark] im pretty sure he wears his au naturale every day save the braids

[command-er]

[text] So I just wanted to apologize for the pictures from the other week [text] And for my subsequent disappearance from the face of the earth

[text] i forgot all about that anyway.[text] where you been?

[command-er]

[text] Really, Steve, I’m hurt, this is already awkward [text] Here, this one should jog your memory [text: img] *sends another with the arc reactor visible*

[text] Toni! Jeeze, cut it out! [text] you're not drunk are you? [text] are you drunk?

[lufumaybe]

IronHawk wedding for box-of-scraps-sold-separately~