#stxrspangledheart

[jarvisismyfuckingcopilot]

@stxrspangledheart <3′d for a thing

Nebula, as it turns out, was a beautiful creation. Despite the pain she was caused and the amount of twisting that had been done to her mind, the mechanics of it all were pristine. And she was able to help him get home- or at least to Wakanda and home was a relatively short trip from there. Or at least closer to where he had been previously.

But Stella-- she was also there. And Tony hadn’t had the balls to pick up the phone after she’d sent it. And if she was here than someone had called her and knowing both Rhodes and Banner word probably got around that Tony went hurdling through space to stop a giant purple grape.

The girl, the young one that was fucking smarter than he was-- nearly, had patched him up good and now he was knocking at what he was told her door, lip between his teeth and heart racing. Fear. Love. Anxiety. A trio of things that he couldn’t shake.

“Hey, bunny. Still hate me?”

[thewanderingsoldier]

"I can do this all day."

“But you don’t have to. Now scoot, I’ve got this.”

[thewanderingsoldier]

"You can't give me orders!"

“It’s not an order! I just think it would be a better idea if you were here with Jamie instead...“

[jarvisismyfuckingcopilot]

💏

[in public]

She’s alive and that’s all that matters. All Tony can think about as he impatiently waits for the elevator to ding and he’s stalking out of the building and to the car. Demanding Happy put a move on it while he digs his phone out of his pocket and does his best to distract himself.

It was a dance they’d been doing a while-- innocent flirting turned to him inviting her to events. Time spent together outside of Fury’s little get togethers, a few nights on the town to show her what the world now had to offer. But nothing beyond that-- maybe a hug goodnight, if it was a good night, and Tony would be left feeling like a school boy for the next few days.

And then she went and decided to be a hero. Not that that hadn’t been out of the ordinary but her comms got knocked out after the second day and it had been eight with no sight nor sound of her.

They reached the tarmac; filled with media that was just as excited to hear Captain America hadn’t gone and died on them. Anxious and fingers tapping on his knee when Happy looked back and gave him that warning look, “Keep it casual, boss.”

“Casual went out the window when she jumped from that plane.”

Tony shoved the door of the car open, pushed his way through the crowd and when he saw her-- saw her beaten and bruised but alive and standing there in one piece, he couldn’t help but smile before making those last few steps and not giving her a chance to say a damn word before his lips were on hers.

damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

[itsafairytale]

A requested starter from Wanda Maximoff for @stxrspangledheart

A danger, that was what she was; to the people she cared for, to the friends she had made, to the family she loved. It didn’t seem to matter how hard she tried, the chaos that stirred within her only yearned to drag her back. Ensnare her mind, to misled her off the path she tried so hard to stay upon. Already mistrust was beginning the stir, this was why she had left…Why she had resigned as an Avenger. To many, it seemed as if her powers had gone, but Wanda knew better…They were there, waiting for the right moment to return, and when they did she wasn’t sure she would be able to control them. A vision of emerald flickered across the barren land as fingers pulled her coat tighter around her form, her chest heaved with a hopeless sigh. Wanda paused when someone came into sight, someone who was familiar. “Stella...”

[jarvisismyfuckingcopilot]

🔷

🔷 a kiss on the eyelid

She’s here and she’s safe and at the moment that is all that matters. A little banged up, but that’ll be gone by morning and suddenly every little fight they’ve had over the comm system is forgotten and he’s stepping out of the suit and holding her against him. His own body battered and bruised and he probably doesn’t smell the greatest either but none of that matters. None of it.

After a while, he pulls back and cups her face, smudged with dirt and the tiniest amount of blood and he sighs because it was a fucking stupid move. One that saved a shit ton of people, yeah, but for her-- it was a stupid ass move. One that could have gotten her killed and he was too far away to make it there in time. Things were said-- not so nice things that he knows she knew he didn’t mean and it was a last ditch effort to get her to stop. But Madame America just had to step in and save the day, even if it meant possibly sacrificing her self. A sigh and he bends to press a fluttering kiss to her eyelids before resting his forehead against the top of her head. “I should make you sleep on the couch.”

[thewanderingsoldier]

😶

“What? Were you expecting fluffy bunnies, cupcake? Or were you expecting someone else?“

[gentlemxnspy-blog]

Rumor has it you and Ms. Captain America are headed to Broadway

“I’m not exactly sure I know what you’re referring to.”