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[thenamesallison]

endings and beginnings

Ally barely slept the night before. It wasn’t that her grandparents’ guest bed was uncomfortable. The fan was blowing just the right amount of cool air. There was no traffic or loud noises. But this morning she was to officially move into Avengers Tower. In any other context this would’ve been the best day of her life, but in this context she couldn’t have wanted anything less. Instead of giving custody to the grandparents she’d known all her life, the great state of New York decided to instead give custody to Tony Stark, Ally’s biological father that, up until two weeks ago, was just another hero she admired. 

A fancy moving truck arrived to take all her stuff and while Tony had offered varying modes of transport--he could pick her up, Happy could pick her up, even Pepper could pick her up--Ally insisted she wanted to fly. She told him she could handle herself, that she didn’t need his help. She was being forced to move, forced to occupy his space, but she wasn’t going to let him infiltrate hers. 

After two very long hugs goodbye, Ally took off from her grandparents’ house and started the relatively short flight from Long Island to Manhattan. Hair up in a tight ponytail, the cool spring air rushed against her skin; by the time she spotted Avengers Tower in the distance her cheeks were flushed. She exhaled a deep breath as she got close, starting her descent to the landing pad she had seen Iron Man use time and time again. “He better not have made some stupid welcome party.” 

When she finally touched down, hair a bit frizzed and t-shirt very wrinkled, a sweet British voice came through unseen speakers. “Welcome, Ms. Bradley. I am JARVIS. I run the Tower for Mr. Stark and the Avengers. The door is unlocked for you. Shall I tell Mr. Stark you’ve arrived?” 

“Uh, hi, JARVIS.” Her tone was brisk but not mean. JARVIS didn’t do anything to her. “Maybe give it a minute. I want to...take it in.” 

“Of course.”

Walking down the runway, Ally came to the unlocked door and stepped inside what seemed to be a living room. There were large couches on one side and a very large bar on the right. From what she heard about Tony on TV that tracked. “Avengers Tower,” she said to herself, turning as she walked to get a good look around. “It’s so annoying I have to hate this place.” 

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[legends-and-savagesa]

@captainmargo-carter​ sent:  "they could really use a miracle today." (For Natasha)

9-1-1 SENTENCE STARTERS  :  2x01-2x03.| Accepting

A soft sigh from Natasha.  “Couldn’t we all?”  She asked.  “What kind of miracle are we talking and what can I do?”

[sadiebrin]

Margo and the Second

Unfamiliar voices surrounded her, muffled through the fabric of the black bag, which sat loose over Sadie’s head. Her body was tense, ears ringing as nausea rippled through her, not to mention there was a sharp, burning sensation across the right side of her head. 

She’d been out on a mission, and then... This. Everything in between was lost in a fuzz. There was something cold and heavy clamped around her arms, and her hands? She flexed them. Nothing but air.

Whatever she was laying on was bouncing, and she felt the tug of gravity as they turned a corner. They were clearly in some kind of vehicle.

Once they’d stopped, gruff hands heaved her to her feet. Sadie struggled to keep herself from hurling. The bag was ripped off of her head, and harsh fluorescent lights met her eyes. She squinted, blue eyes taking quick note of her surroundings. They were in the hallway of some sort of facility. Three agents? No. At least four. There was someone in behind her, too. Hydra., obviously.

Looking downwards to investigate her arms seemed to be the last straw for her stomach. The woman lost her lunch, much to the dismay of the others.

“Uck! Gross!” Perfect distraction. 

They weren’t going to take her from her baby.

Sadie put all of her weight to the left, slamming one of the agents into the wall. The one to her right lost his grip on her arm. Pushing past the pain that radiated through her head, she swung her body around, using gravity to help heave the bowling ball-like contraptions strapped to her arms further into the air. One of them smacked into the chest of an agent who’d been behind her, with a resounding crack, but in the dizzy chaos of the moment she’d lost track of the one who’d been in front. 

He wrapped an arm around her neck, tossing her to the ground. A kick to the ribs left her coughing and breathless. Within a few seconds she’d been pinned once more. They took little care in being gentle in the extra few steps it took to drag her into a cell. She sprawled out on the floor, shaking with adrenaline, but ultimately worn out. 

Sadie didn’t immediately notice the child nearby.

[manandmachines]

Okay but the world wants to know (I want to know) your meta dad Bucky thoughts 👀👀👀

Send me topic to write a meta about my muse || Always accepting

Some heavy stuff up ahead so please all be warned and let me know if anything was tagged incorrectly.

So Bucky grew up in a pretty healthy family environment, being the oldest of five kids, his sisters were his whole world, his parents were always all over each other. James Barnes is a family man all the way, 110%.

His family was so important to him in fact, that he’d ended up dropping out of high school to help out his parents and sisters all the more and made sure his sisters had food and were able to go to school when he couldn’t. He always wanted kids, and it always came up with everyone he ever dated, because he wanted what his parents had, and wanted to give his kids the life he couldn’t have, to where they could finish school, so they’d never have to worry about having no food or water or anything adult like until it came time for them to.

Despite everything he went through, he still held onto that dream that one day he’d have that big happy family again and give them that better life once he was freed from being the Winter Solider....but unfortunately, that won’t ever come to be, naturally.

It was when Bucky spent his time in the Red Room, did they make the call to have him sterilized. The Red Room operators were said to often use s*x as a tool, and knew that based Bucky’s top physical health, he’d still be able to have kids well into his 80′s. So they decided not to take any chances regarding any instances where Bucky would be ordered to use s*x to carry out a mission. Which yes, he also remembers just as well as killing.

He’s still coming to terms with it on top of everything else. Being involved with Sarah’s boys/Sam’s nephews has helped a lot, as well as access better fucking therapy. Being with the Wilson’s gives him that sense of family he lost all those years ago. He still hangs onto some hope that he’ll at least be someone’s favorite uncle or someone’s step dad one day.

[ofasgardianvariants]

@captainmargo-carter​ liked to defy tumblr and gets a short starter. 

“You know, today marks the anniversary of Sokovia’s founding. It was a national holiday. Strange to think that within a handful of decades there will be no Sokovians left.” 

[redemptivexheroics]

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Peter arched a brow. “Y-you think I’m Spider-Man?” Peter asked as he tried to play stupid as he hid his arm behind his back which currently had one of his web shooters attached to it. “W...what makes you think that? Pretty sure Spider-Man is some sixteen year old high school student”

[jcmesbuckybcrnes-arc]

@captainmargo-carter​:

"Happy Father's Day, Ada!" Margo greeted, dropping a kiss on his cheek. Handing him a card, a charcoal drawing she did of a wolf on it, Margo murmured, "I know it isn't much, but I figured we could spend the day doing anything you wanted," she offered with a smile.

Bucky’s face lifted up from the book he was reading at the sound of her voice, a grin pulling his lips up and leaning in to her kiss. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He murmured as he took the drawing from her. He had to force the tears from leaving his eyes as he looked over the drawing. “It’s the only thing I’d ever want, darling. Now, this is the one day you have to let me beat you.” He grinned up at her, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her to sit in his lap as his fingers move to tickle her sides.

[caramizie-vrajitoare]

Wanda had heard that Steve’s daughter was coming over today and Wanda had a surprise for her. As much as she adored her sons-- all three of them-- she had always wanted a daughter. She had very special memories of spending time with her own mother and grandmother back in Serbia, and while she was not Margo’s mother, nor was she trying to replace her mother, Wanda wanted to spend quality time with her. 

“Draga!” Wanda’s eyes lit up when she saw the young girl entering the room. She opened her arms to embrace her warmly, snuggling her cheek into the girl’s hair. “How have you been? Did you try that ta I made you before bed?” 

She looked into the girl’s eyes. “How would you like to have a girl’s day today?”

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