#iron shield

[goodcap-badcops]

My other fav Steve rare pairs + stony :3

I NEED MORE OF THEMMM

Matt is just happy to be there

I used this as my reference 😌

[findasongblog]

Find A Song about faith during hard times

Scarlett Sullivan - Iron Shield

Inspired by her sister’s journey after being diagnosed with ALL (Leukemia), the single navigates Scarlett’s feelings about her sister's diagnosis and reflects on her love for family and faith in God. Written during the summer of 2020 when she was just eleven years old, the track further demonstrates the young songwriter’s impressive ability to connect with and inspire listeners from all walks of life. Opening with a delicate mix of guitar, piano, and strings, the track grows into a powerful chorus with Scarlett’s heartful vocals in the spotlight.

Added to FAS Spotify playlist singer/songwriter.

[torturedpoetsdepartmentemployee]

Reasons why I love Steve Rogers:

He treats women equally.

He tries to give people second chances.

He was a gentleman before and after the serum.

He tried to move on but when realizing he couldn’t he accepted it.

I know he was ill but... He was such a cutie pie pre serum.

He generally was a pretty optimistic person and because of that gave great speeches.

He is and always will be a little sh!t. Is just as quipy as others but didn’t show it often.

He had the perfect actor playing him. There will never be another Steve Rogers in my eyes.

He and Tony are soulmates. I don’t care what anyone else says, whether lovers, friends, or other they were always meant to meet.

[therobbocop]

I’m just gonna leave this here. :,)

[myshipsailshere]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

THIS STORY CONTAINS ENDGAME SPOILERS. DO NOT READ. PLEASE BE WARNED.

Chapter 12: Home

It was two more weeks until Tony was well enough to travel back to the States. Two weeks of him throwing himself into work, complaining about the lack of his lab, with only his laptop, tablet, and Friday to aid him. Two weeks of pushing his body too hard too fast and collapsing back into Steve when it became too much. Two weeks where Steve felt every one of his 105 years on this earth, rather than the 35 years he had actually been awake for. But he wouldn’t have it any other way because this was Tony, his Tony, who despite being a genius didn’t seem to know what the word patience meant.

But now, they were together on the Quinjet headed back to New York. Steve didn’t know what would happen once they landed, but he knew that this was where he belonged. Sitting staring at Tony, while he spoke about science that went way over Steve’s head with Peter and Harley, who had flown to Wakanda immediately after his last final assignment was submitted, while Morgan sat delicately in Steve’s lap drawing a picture into his sketch book with crayons.

This was Family. His family. But so was Clint arguing with Sam about the proper way to fly the jet, while Bucky threatened to throw him out of the plane. Bruce, Thor, and Wanda playing cards and reminiscing about Vision and Natasha. Rhodey, Carol, Pepper, and Happy laughing and chatting happily. It was the two armors, Rescue and War Machine, standing in sentry mode even though this was the safest place in the world right now.

This was his family and he was so glad they could be here together.

He looked down at Morgan, sweet Morgan, who was nearly a carbon copy of Tony, but who would rather draw with Steve than listen to her dad talk about time travel or robots. Not that she wouldn’t be able to follow some of their conversation. She was remarkably bright. As smart as Steve was sure Tony was at nearly five.

“What are you drawing, Baby Doll?” He murmured softly, planting a kiss to the crown of her head.

“It’s our family, Papa.” Her tiny voice was so matter-of-fact it was startling, and even after hearing her call him Papa for months it still made his heart clench. Because now he and Tony were together, maybe not enough that Tony would want to spend the rest of their lives together. But enough that Morgan had seemed to grasp that calling him Papa was more acceptable now, especially since Steve had stopped gently reminding her of his name when she did it. Steve didn’t know what would happen when they landed because he and Tony had been taking things one day at a time, but he would savor this moment with Morgan babbling on about her picture, pointing out each of them in the crayon drawing. Him and Tony, Morgan, Peter, and Harley, Pepper and Happy. He was shocked that she had picked that one up. Pepper and Happy hadn’t told the children that they were considering dating yet. But his daughter was brilliant. His daughter. That felt good to say, even just in his head.

“And what about on this page?” Steve asked pointing to the adjoining page that was full of little blobby people.

“That’s the avengers.” She grinned up at him, before beginning to name them all.

“And this one is Auntie Nat. Momma says she is in heaven now and when I asked Daddy he cried. He said he doesn't believe in heaven, but he hopes that's where she is. Why can’t we get Aunt Nat back, Papa? Like Daddy is trying to do for Vision?”

Steve swallowed down the lump that formed in his throat. “Well, baby girl, Your Daddy made Vision because he is just so so smart, but Auntie Nat is a human being like Daddy and Papa. You can’t bring a human back from Heaven, baby. It’s just not possible.”

“But you brought Daddy back. And he almost went to heaven a bunch of times. You should try to bring Auntie Nat back, okay?” She stared up at him with wide expectant eyes and he couldn’t help, but agree.

“I’ll try.” He managed to croak out, making eye contact with Tony as he did. He blinked back tears and leaned back into his seat, praying to god, wishing that there was someway to try to bring Natasha back to them.

-------------------- When they landed at the compound, Steve wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t Tony and the kids coming off the plane. He had expected them to go back to Tony’s beautiful lake house. He had walked in on Pepper and Tony talking quietly and heard the word house just last week, but he had backed out of the room to give them privacy. He knew that his relationship with Tony was too new for him to have an opinion. This wasn't a mission, so his thoughts just didn't matter.

But here he was being steered away from the main compound building by Tony’s firm grip on his wrist. While Peter and Harley swung Morgan along behind them.

“Close your eyes.” Tony ordered in his ear and Steve complied, a shiver running down his spine. He was never afraid of what would happen to him when Tony was around and if the kids hadn't been right there, the authoritative tone Tony had used would have made him do a lot more than just shiver.

He allowed himself to be dragged all the way down a gravel path, until he was finally told he could stop and open his eyes.

There was a house. A beautiful huge house. More like a mansion really. That had definitely not been there when he had flown to the Compound two weeks ago. The kids took off running into the house, but Steve just stared between the house and Tony.

“What—” Steve started, but Tony cut him off.

“It’s our new house. Well it is if you want to live with me. I know I am a handful, and I work a lot, and I don’t listen, and I have three kids, well sort of since Harley is at MIT and Peter still has to live with May, but still I love them and care for them, so that may be a turn off. And since I have a five year-old it’s probably not conducive to a lot of sex, if that is something you are even interested in doing with me, I know we have only been together a few weeks. It’s a little early to be thinking of sex. I just started walking again two weeks ago and walking without falling over like 5 days ago. You might not even want to have sex with me I can understand that. I was a playboy before. I even told you that to your face. I have been with a lot of women, and men too but not as many, but that was back before Pepper and really before you. Once I saw you it was like no man could ever compare. Plus, a house might be too much. A house is too much isn’t it. I should have mentioned it. I just wanted it to be a surprise. I can tear it down. We can just move back to the lake house. It’s no prob---”

Steve surged forward to kiss him mid-rant, before he could work himself up further. Steve couldn’t believe they would live together. That Tony wanted that.

“Tony,” He breathed out. “When? How? It’s only been two weeks?”

Tony laughed, but didn’t move himself from Steve’s arms. “Two weeks is enough when you are as rich as I am, Steve. It’s just a house. Plus, I designed it, so I didn’t have to wait for an architect or anything.”

“This isn’t a house, Tony. This is a mansion. You designed it? ” Steve said shaking his head, but he couldn’t hide the awe at Tony’s accomplishment.

“Agree to disagree. This is smaller than where I grew up. Besides, I had to design it. There aren’t many people in the world who can properly design a lab like mine or a bunker for the kids to go and hide in if there is an emergency. Pepper helped a bit, but mostly with the design of her room and office. She is going to live here because Morgan’s her daughter too. I hope that doesn’t bother you, but if it does you are going to have to suck it up.”

Steve just laughed and kissed Tony again. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Pepper is family.”

Steve allowed himself to be dragged along into the house for a tour and couldn’t help but get choked up when Tony showed him the art room he had designed, with a perfect view of the Hudson. And he kissed him senseless, when he realized that Tony didn’t make him a separate bedroom. Instead he just pushed open the door to the second master, the first being Pepper’s, and proceeded to call it “Our Room” and "Our Home."

Steve had a home. One that was a place. But his real home was Tony. Well, Tony, their kids, and the Avengers. But he belonged. Right here in 2023. He wasn’t a man out of time. He was a man with a family.

Notes:

I know I said that there would be an "Epilogue" Chapter, buttttt there will be at least one more chapter. I am writing it right now, so most likely posting tonight if not definitely tomorrow!!!

What do you think? Please please please comment.

[sklerbkl]

Tony: What are we.

Steve: Super-heroes...?

Tony: No, like... *waving a hand in an attempt at clarification* What are WE.

Steve: ???? What??

[shinjojin]

I’m back again with some more old unreleased rough sketches from my Rokushiki Robin project that I’ve never posted online until now, only this time with two concept sketches. The first one revolves around two Robin clones (via Cuerpo Fleur) using the Rante (Storm Hand) to cut off the target’s head simultaneously after blooming out of the ceiling above him. Why I didn’t post this online is mainly because I wanted to further complete this sketch one day due to how unfinished it looks.

The second sketch shows both the normal and the Haki enhanced versions of Tetsuhana “Kinsenjun (Iron Flower "Marigold Shield”). The reason why I didn’t post this online was due to not being satisfied with it since I want to do more with it to better illustrate the difference between the two versions.

[itsagentromanoff]

Tony: I’m sorry, Barton. Thank you for making time in your busy life to come in here and get in the way of mine.

Steve: Tony, play nice.

Tony: You know, fine, take his side instead of mine even though I’m the one who sleeps with you, and feeds you, bathes you…

Clint: [looking disturbed] He bathes you?

Steve: Only in an erotic, Penthouse-y way. Not in a sponge-bath-y, geriatric sort of…

Rhodey: Please. Stop, I beg of you.