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[somewherebetweenrage]

semi-plotted thing for @shieldedsouls​‘ Thor

   What was supposed to be a brief phone call to see if his daughter was available to come downstairs and meet him for coffee, had quickly morphed into some sort of physiotherapy consultation when she admitted to pulling a muscle in training. Erik is no expert, and has no medical training whatsoever, but he’s picked up things here and there throughout the years about the best ways to care for his body (because no way in hell was he ever going to go to a doctor while living as a fugitive) so he passes this wisdom on gladly.

   It’s only as the conversation draws to a close, with the mutant offering to come and massage her pulled calf muscle if that’s what Wanda wants, that he realises there are a pair of eyes observing him from several tables over. The man is tall and heavily muscled — though considering where they are that’s hardly unusual — and while Erik feels a flicker of recognition towards him, it’s not quite strong enough to be able to recall a name. Still, he remains the subject of the other’s gaze even after he hangs up and their eyes meet, prompting him to speak.

   “Can I help you?”

[assassinran]

@shieldedsouls​ said: bucky, sipping starbucks: a phone call would work 

“It would, but I bet you’re still drinking that overpriced chain shit.”

[xagentcarter]

𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠  | @shieldedsouls​ asked: ✦ for our muses to hold hands /sam <3

It’s a simple gesture, the way his fingers twine through hers. 

She thinks about the first time they held hands, walking through some mud-soaked field in Europe, armed to the teeth and deep in enemy territory. His arrival had been unexpected, but had soon turned into a blessing -- and it seemed that she had a habit for falling in love with people who would soon leave. She figured it was better to love and lose than not to love at all.

Through some miracle of science, she’d sent him home. They’d held hands one last time, and she’d kissed him with fervor, thinking that was the last time she’d ever see him. How could she know what the serum would do to her, that she’d age in years but not physically? 

For her, it was decades of waiting. For him, it was no time at all. She’d knocked on his door, a week after he was supposed to have arrived back in his time. She’d seemed to have aged past at least thirty, but the weight of her years of living had made her seem older. 

And now, here they were, years later, sitting on the couch under a blanket, hands intertwined as they watched a movie they’d seen a million times before and both adored. She looked at him with adoration, as if he hung the sun in the sky. 

“Love you,” she murmured softly, leaning in for the gentlest of kisses.

[shieldrevive]

USER :// @shieldedsouls​_dugan INQUIRY ://  ❛ I don’t get an A for effort? ❜ public string { agents of shield } ; accepting

          at first, it’s hard for steve to form any kind of words with which to answer.  he’s too busy standing slack jawed.  mainly because the soldier is tryng to process exactly what happened.  or, at least, try to fill in the blanks between what his eyes saw and his ears heard to what was then before him.

            as he’d seen previously, sometimes fights in the shadows of a hydra bunker could get overwhelming.  small spaces with bullets flying, bodies dodging, rubble and dust fogging the air. orders and recon being shouted through everything in between.  easy to worry about friendly fire.  even easier, sometimes, to lose track of what he’d been trying to accomplish in terms of movement and space.

          there’d been a crash and steve realized all too late that one of the large iron doors had shut down on them.  suddenly, his priorities shifted from digging deeper down for more information to making sure they could get back out.  after what the 107th had been through, the last thing steve wanted was for them to feel trapped with hydra again.  the rest of it was a blur; shouting to the rest of the team, trying to make space, and finding themselves cover.  

                         or, so he thought.

         next thing he knows, there’s a giant hole in the wall and a very proud looking dugan standing in the light trickling in.  “ well, “ steve only just starts to register that the world was starting to go quiet.  was the battle over?  just like that?  “ yeah, i would....give that at least an ‘ a . ‘  but how did you... “  the soldier looks over his shoulder, taking mental count over the rest of the team.  “ anyway.  let’s see what we can find. “

[weaponizedembrace]

[continued] @shieldedsouls

Jamie presses his lips together so that he doesn’t laugh. He genuinely hadn’t expected this reaction, but he’s handling alright until Bucky starts complaining. He manages to tug his arm free of Bucky’s grasp, but just long enough to drape it over Bucky’s shoulders and pull him in close. “You coulda said no. You can always say no,” he points out.

His fingers absently rub Bucky’s shoulder a bit as he tucks his feet up onto the shared couch, letting his knees fall toward Bucky’s lap. “I’m pretty sure the two’a us can figure out how to kick a ghost’s ass if we need to. It’ll be okay.”

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

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[thunderbringer-a]

frigga, gently braiding her son's hair and letting him practice on hers? more likely than you think, and the palace is blissfully quiet without her husband home. /slides u a thing 🥺

 touch my muse  / /  @shieldedsouls

the  small  boy  can’t  be  much  older  than  eight  .  fresh  from  the  stabbing  loki  has  given  him  ,  thor  has  done  everything  in  his  power  to  NOT  cry  about  it  .  it  hurts  and  it  hurts  BAD  but  he  must  be  strong  .  crying  in  front  of  his  father  isn’t  an  option  for  he  knows  the  scolding  he  shall  receive  from  such  an  instance  .  

luckily  ,  his  father  isn’t  here  and  he’s  far  too  distressed  to  keep  the  tears  at  bay  about  loki  has  done  .  knowing  that  he  adores  snakes  ,  he  transformed  into  one  just  to  sneak  up  on  him  and  stab  him  .  his  shoulders  shudder  quietly  ,  but  he  tries  to  staunch  them  as  soon  as  they  come  but  his  mother  sits  next  to  him  to  offer  kind  words  and  a  gentle  hand  .  his  hair  isn’t  that  long  yet  but  it  will  be  soon  enough!  

still  she  begins  to  braid  it  as  if  it  is,  letting  her  fingers  work  plaits  in  before  undoing  them  .  the  process  is  quiet  and  calming  as  she  shows  him  what  to  do  before  pulling  her  hair  down  so  he  can  practice  on  hers.    for  thor  ,  things  like  this  are  easily  picked  up  on  with  only  having  to  redo  the  braid  a  couple  times  before  he  gets  the  hang  of  it  .  when  he  makes  one  that  seems  a  little  more  decent  than  the  other  ,  the  young  asgardian  beams  up  at  his  mother  with  pride  before  she  smiles  back  and  places  a  kiss  atop  his  head.  

[dreamsaved]

" i’m eating a maple doughnut, & you’re kind of invading my personal space, " by @shieldedsouls​ ( bucky )

          checking in was not usually a dangerous venture.  today, however, it looked like there might be some sort of minefield involved.  no way to tell until throwing himself even more deeply in.  both eyebrows raise.  clark turns his head until his gaze finally finds the other.  “ someone need a little more coffee this morning? “  arms raise up to cross over his chest.  “ did you at least leave me the sprinkled donut? “