#taco shield

[bangchansrose]

imagine walker approaches magneto with his taco shield in doomsday and says "i know you control metal"

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Whiteboard with da gang (thunderbolts server)🤘

these are just my drawings, there is loads going on the rest of the board👌

Close ups under cut!

[dearwalker]

“When he gets his memory back he can help fix this stupid thing.”

[furiouscauldron]

(continued from my earlier story about John scaring the hell out of his people)

The path to recovery, at least this time, wasn't so simple. After a bullet had creased Walker's skull, everyone's world changed.

First? Yelena burns John's beret. It hadn't done a damn thing to protect him from that bullet so it had to go. Bucky replaces it with a vibranium helmet, courtesy of his friends in Wakanda. He's even got a better shield on standby once Walker admits a bent shield can't do a hell of a lot of good. (Spoiler alert: he's not going to on principle)

While he's healing, John could be suddenly crippled by a headache. They all learn to watch for the signs. Excessive blinking, rolling his neck like he could force down the pain, and the hand tremors that always followed. If he was cooking, Bob would step in smoothly and finish like a student desperately wanting to make his teacher proud.

Before he goes to lay down, John always pats his shoulder and murmurs encouragement. "You got this Bobby. Remember what I taught you.'

Walker shouldn't be afraid. He knows that he shouldn't be. He's going to heal, he's going to be fine. But every time he's forced to pull out of a task, or avoid watching a damn movie because of his headaches, it scares him.

What if he doesn't heal this time?

What if he really is broken?

Intrusive thoughts are a common problem among the team. They all have them, so they have a system. Find the nearest person. Sit with them. Lay on them. Whatever is comfortable. Talk if you can, cuddle if you can't.

John goes to Yelena and Ava often. They bully him and tease him, but they also understand. On rough days he's held, his hair stroked and maybe even his nails done.

Bob talks to him about nothing. Idle, inconsequential chatter that doesn't always require a response. He touches too, when John needs it, reminding him that he's okay. He's safe. They're never going to leave him. He's their asshole and they love him.

Bucky always holds space for him. Opening his arm to let John curl in close and sleep off the headache or kiss his forehead like he can banish those negative thoughts with a touch.

There's a palpable sense of relief in the Tower the evening they all come home to the smell of freshly baked bread and chicken and dumplings. John hasn't had a headache in nearly two weeks and his scans that morning confirmed the frightening line cut into his skull by a bullet had healed over.

But John still lets Bob take over cooking sometimes, and he lets Ava and Yelena do his nails and boss him around.

.. he refuses to give up on his taco shield.

[ladydeadpooly]

un-taco-shield

a little headcanon for Avengers Doomsday

[burninblood]

I was watching one of the saddest, most heartbreaking depiction of toxic fatherly masculinity and how it literally crushes' men's lives, and then he ordered... a 🌮 taco!

And I was like woah life is beautiful, it really knows its way, it goes full circle, right?

[quill-driver08]

Febuwhump day 1: "I like you better broken"

ahh its been a while but I'm doing febuwhump for the first time so here we go. This is the first one I wrote and I have a second writing that I'll post (its unconnected to this one)

I'm hoping to do every day but we'll see! let's go @febuwhump !!!!

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taco cat goat cheese pizza was not a game the “Avengerz” liked to play…Usually.

Yelling would always ensue, and they ended the evening by stomping off to their rooms in anger. Bob always lost, Alexei laughed too loud, Bucky had a migraine from…well, them. And they tried to play without telling him so they could avoid getting a bruised or sometimes a sprained hand. Yelena would give up halfway through to keep her voice from getting hoarse, Ava often won, and Walker tried to deviate from the rules, saying it was a family rule from when he was younger.

But despite all this, one evening, the game was somehow fun. They were all laughing (not just Alexei or awkward and cynical laughs). Bucky had taken his metal arm off to wash it, and no one quit halfway through.

In the end, Walker won, and most of them congratulated him. But Ava sat back with a grimace.

“Yes!” Walker roared. “The tacos have favored me.”

Ava huffed and rolled her eyes.

“Good job, Walker.” Bucky leaned back.

“Yeah, that was fun.” Yelena smiled.

“For once.” Bob awkwardly laughed as he whispered.

Alexei stood abruptly, knocking his chair over. “Yes, this is what team means! Play the little goat game.”

“Now, its pizza time!” Walker marched off to the kitchen. They heard a few clangs then Walker yelled. “How the heck do you open this?”

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The rest of the night passed with Walker doing victory dances and being louder than Alexei. Bucky turned in earlier for something Walker described as “pretending there's a bad guy he has to find.” Walker got the TV remote before the others could and started Saving Private Ryan, though he flinched more than anyone else during the war scenes. And soon after a main character died, he turned it off.

Bob, who was in the kitchen trying to do the dishes, and had not been watching the movie, came back and curled up on the couch.

“You good, Bob?” Yelena questioned.

“Yeah, I'm just glad the movie is off.”

While they were standing about, talking about what they should be doing, Walker abruptly started talking about goats. Ava groaned and hung her head back.

“Ugh, can you please shut up.”

“Of course not.” Walker sputtered as if what she said was unimaginable.

“I like you better broken.” Ava muttered and crossed her arms. But Walker, and everyone else in the room, heard it.

“Fine…Maybe–you know what...I think–”

“John…” Bucky sighed.

“What, you want to tell me you agree with her? I know all of you do. That's all this team is good for. To force us to realize how broken we are, and that we have nothing but a bunch of people who hate each other.”

Walker stormed out of the room.

“You know, he's wrong.” Bob whispered, his voice shaking.

“I know, Bob.” Yelena said. “He just forgot.”

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[orenjis-205]

has anyone done this yet