#rdwng

[eggsyarchived]

❛    you  --  fuck , you just  --  you just saved my life.    ❜ 

@rdwng    /    sc.

[scarletworn]

@rdwng serious question if wanda and sam would do this, who’s the third? bc uuuhhh i need to see this happen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPzIWFJU_3s

[hiwaade-blog]

@rdwng hit the ❤

       she stands at the door with a puppy in her arms        and a grin on her face. her mind is buzzing with        excitement and she can barely stand still as she        is faced with sam.

                    ❝ i brought the puppy --- but -- um --                            please don’t tell anyone about him? ❞

[wingmanriley-blog]

⟪ @rdwng​ ⟫

   It had been nearly six years to the date; that’s how long Riley had gone without seeing Sam. He’d spent the last four trying to track him down. It nearly felt like the world was purposefully making it hard on him - when he’d finally tracked him to D.C., word spread that the Avengers were moving into some facility in upstate New York. And, then, it wasn’t like Riley could just stroll right in, so he spent time trying to find out a way to contact his Avenger best friend. Then, when he swore he was so close to a phone number, the Sokovia Accords went into effect, and it became even harder. Six years without seeing his best friend had taken quite the toll on Riley, especially combined with the effects of the fall. He just wanted Sam back, and he was ready to do whatever it would take to get that.

   But he’d finally done it. He managed to track him down, using the Internet, news reports, and every whisper he heard. It was just pure luck, really, but Riley would thank God above that he found him. They were in a public market, Riley quietly tailing him for a few minutes. He was nervous - far more nervous than he thought he would be. What if he doesn’t recognize you? Should’ve fuckin’ shaved, Faulkner, he thought to himself, running a hand over his beard. No backing out now, though. You’ve missed him for all of these years... Riley took a deep breath, nodding once to himself. Then, he picked up his pace, gently tapping twice on Sam’s shoulder. He’d practiced what to say a thousand times in the mirror - just a soft recital of the Pararescueman’s motto, but the words came out softer than he thought they would, his voice trembling the whole time. “These Things We Do, That Others May Live, Wilson.” Fuck, was he scared.

[angstywarhead-blog]

@rdwng:  #10/10 would mother

“ WELL, ‘MOTHER’, CAN you take me to the mall? I kinda got a date. ” 

[cxptisanarchive]

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@rdwng

[wrldwrn-blog]

         ‘  darling,  what’s your poison  ?  ’

   @rdwng.   /    xoxo nat.

[hiddensteel]

starter call   ||   @rdwng.

        her eyes were distant, almost empty, as she stared ahead, seeing NOTHING but feeling the weight upon her shoulders. it felt like it would c r u s h her bones. she wasn’t even fully aware that he was there as well; when she spoke, her words were more for the wind, which she knew would not answer, than the man beside her.          ❝  but this is how the story ENDS... ❞          a pause. the words didn’t sound right; if they were true then her heart would not still be limping along.          ❝  or have we just BEGUN? ❞ 

song   ||   where the story ends  -  the fray