Tony Stark & Peter Parker (2017-2019)
Tony Stark & Peter Parker (2017-2019)
Y’know what? I’m actually really happy I got into the MCU post Endgame lmao.
This makes me want to cry 🥺🥺🥺
Hawkeye and his faces. A blessing.
I just realised how useless it is to throw someone off the cliff in Vormir who you don't even really love-
"I pushed my good friend off the cliff and I don't get the soul stone?"
Red Skull looking at you, "Keep lying to yourself."
Imagine being the last of your kind: a powerful warrior and sorcerer. Thanos wants you to fight on his side and so offers you whatever your heart desires. But you made your heart up long ago, and it did not involve him.
His expression softened when his eyes rested on you. If he had an ounce of belief, he would call you a legend, a god. The only survivor of the universe's oldest and most bloodthirsty kind. It was no secret to anyone that your favor would most definitely shift the power struggle. Both sides, Thanos and Avengers, have heard of you bringing entire civilizations to their knees, making the most prideful emperors cower in fear and begging for their lives, all while you did not even bat an eyelash. A merciless soul occupied your devilish body, although some might argue about the former. Chaos found a home in you.
"Think of the possibilities," Thanos began. "With the gauntlet, we could bring back your people, your home." He stared at you to make a point. "Together."
"Don't lis-," Stark interjected but you cut him off.
"No, Anthony, let him speak." You took few steps towards the titan. The words he spoke, could they be true?
"Together again with your brother, isn't that what you want? Before the war, before the sickness. All your brothers and sisters with you, as if nothing had happened. We could make it not happen. Just come with me, and you can go home again. The real home."
It felt wrong to even entertain that thought. But you couldn't help it. You barely remembered the face of your younger brother, the memory of his voice long gone. That conscience of yours was already heavy but you could stand a little more weight to have a home again.
"You don't have to be lonely anymore." Surprisingly, Thanos' voice was soft, like a light ocean breeze that calls all sailors on shore to go back home, back into the waves that crash against the sandy beach in their tempting rhythm.
The Avengers stood behind you, too tense to conjure any word towards you. It was as if the universe was toeing a tightrope with them and you were the last wind blow to make them fall. And that fall, should it happen, will be long and the crash with the ground fatally painful.
"I could give you the world," Thanos said. He saw your hesitation, the horrific, hopeless longing of your heart that you have fought for centuries. A person can withstand only so much.
You looked him in the eyes. For a brutal despotic titan, they sure were honest. Although your heart was wailing, and although you had everything you could want right in front of you, the answer had been set before Thanos spoke his first word. Who knows, maybe the answer was ready with the first breath this universe took, maybe it was always meant to be?
"It is not yours to give away," you whispered.
And at that moment, the universe shifted, it felt something new after the painfully long hours of calamity boiling over in the pot of apocalypse: it felt hope. Maybe walking the tightrope doesn't have to be so difficult.
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Every fandom, but especially the mcu fans, needs to understand something really important
Favorite DOES NOT equal best.
Repeat after me
Favorite does not equal best
You are allowed to have a favorite movie or character that you don't think is the best.
Your favorite anything is inherently subjective.
My favourite mcu movie is not the same as what I think is the best mcu movie.
My favorite movie is based purely on vibe. For favorite, I don't care for objective thing like how good the actors are, how complex the plot is, the picture and cinematography
My favorite movie is the one that makes my heart beat faster, that brings tears to my eyes, that has the most compelling story FOR ME, which is entirely based on my experience, on what I need to see, on what I relate to.
I love team up scenes. Scenes where all the heroes finally gets together to fight. That makes The Avengers one of my favorite movies (also cause it's the first I watched, I'm emotionally attached to it). That doesn't mean I think it's the best mcu movie.
Because favorite does not equal best.
Same goes for characters. My favorite characters are the ones I relate to, the ones I understand, the ones I cry for, the ones I turn to when I'm struggling. That is all deeply subjective and personal. You won't have the same fav characters as I do, and that's okay, because we don't have the experience.
There are character that I think are so good and interesting. They're good characters, among the best. But not my fav. That doesn't mean I don't appreciate them.
Your favorite does not have to be the best.
And you don't have to argue and defend your favourite anything. Because it's subjective, it's your taste, your vibe check, your experience
And that's okay
And you also don't have to attack anyone who doesnt have the same fav movie or character as you cause it's fucking annoying
summary: setting up the series and giving you some background
warnings: 18+, kidnapping, swearing
word count: 1800+
A/N: i just want to clear up what this series is. basically, i really liked tfatws, but i haven't really revisited it since loki came out, and then what if. and obviously i love sam and bucky. so i thought i'd make a sort of comfort series that ropes the reader into the events of tfatws while building relationships with the characters and of course falling in love with bucky. i hope you enjoy.
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2011 and forwards.
You looked up tiredly from your work, smiling at Agent Coulson as he knocked on your open door. "Hi, Phil. What's up?"
"Nothing," he shook his head as he came in and sat on the edge of your desk. As Phil's eyes glanced over your piles of work, you could see the tell-tale twitch of worry in his smile. "I've got permission from the boss for you to go home early today."
Your eyes widened. "Oh, Phil, that's really nice of you, but I can't."
You shrugged. "Because Fury'll think I'm slacking off, and then he'll pay closer attention to me, and then I'll slip up on a piece of work and he'll fire me." Phil's eyes flicked between yours for a few seconds before he sighed.
"And that, right there, is the perfect example of why you should go home. Go home, Y/N." You could tell that he wasn't going to let you off. Sighing, you agreed and gathered your things, making sure to turn off your computer before you left the office.
You had been working at SHIELD for nearly five years now. Being quite a high-up agent had its perks, but it came with the heaviest workload you'd ever experienced. You couldn't wait to get a promotion so that you could get other people to do the brunt of it for you. But for now, you were grafting, trying to work your way up the SHIELD hierarchy.
Just as you walked past your favourite cafe, a black car slowed down beside you. You had enough training to know not to slow down. Trying to keep your steps at the same speed, you started to deviate from your normal route. The car followed and panic began swelling in your stomach.
Instinct and adrenaline won over your composure and you broke into a run. You were darting in and out of alleyways, ducking into shops and shedding your coat and scarf. Under different circumstances, you would have been proud of how well you executed your training.
But this wasn't the time, and your training hadn't taught you everything. For example, it hadn't taught you how to escape the mixture of being hit on the back of the head, kicked in the stomach, and choked by chloroform.
When you came to, it was in a dark, damp basement. You could hear dripping from a broken pipe and mould covered the floors. It didn't take a genius to recognise that you were in some sort of villain's lair.
As your eyes grew accustomed to the dim lighting, you found a familiar red emblem on one of the yellowed walls. HYDRA.
"Oh, wonderful. I was beginning to think that you wouldn't wake up."
Your head whipped around and you caught sight of a tall, weedy-looking man slinking over to you. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Simply a messenger," he replied with a smile, pointing towards the HYDRA symbol you'd noticed. "But you....you will be so much more." He raised a needle into the air, and you could see that it was filled with a blue liquid. He flicked the end. "With this, and with my help, you will be HYDRA's next success. Doesn't that fill you with excitement? You, Y/N L/N, a lowly SHIELD agent, barely staying awake at work, will become HYDRA's executioner."
Your eyes widened as you realised what was happening. "It won't work. You'll just kill me, and you'll have wasted another decade of your life on a pointless cause."
"Oh, it will work." He shook his head and you could see that he was perfectly confident. "It will." He rested the needle on a tray. "However, first I would like some information from you. Tell me what SHIELD plans to do with these."
He placed plans in front of you. As you looked over the blue diagrams, your heart dropped. You knew exactly what they were. Tony Stark joining SHIELD hadn't come without contingencies. On both sides. Fury now had one of the world's greatest minds working with his team. Which led to, amongst other things, some pretty formidable weaponry.
"I don't know."
Your kidnapper snarled, pulling his fist back before hitting you hard. "Bullshit. What are they?"
This time it was a slap. "I will not relent."
"Nor will I. If you've done your homework, you should know that SHIELD agents need more than a pathetic punch and a bitch slap to crack," you spat at him.
A smile crept across his face in the most sinister way you'd ever seen. "Oh, you will get much more. Be patient. You will crack."
But your unbreaking resolve didn't stop the man from injecting you with the super soldier serum and leaving you alone to burn up, cramp, sob, and bleed.
Hours passed with you in complete agony. Over time, your terrified sobs morphed into exhausted gasps as you tried to drag oxygen into your lungs. Hiccups and cries of pain left your lips, the noises foreign as you tried to control yourself. All of your efforts were in vain, because as soon as it became clear that the pain was subsiding enough for you to breathe a little more normally, your kidnapper was back in the room.
This time, you were prepared. He came closer and went to slap you, but in your squirming efforts to get away from the pain you had managed to get a hand free of your bindings. You used this hand to catch his wrist, quickly dragging him down and breaking his arm over your leg before he could even react.
Your eyes widened at the evidence of your own strength, but you didn't have time to dwell on it. Emboldened by the man rolling around on the floor in pain, you quickly wrenched your hand free from the rope. You barely felt the pain as it started to bleed and turn red with rope-burn.
Jumping up, you ran out of the room and made your escape.
After that, your life changed drastically.
You didn't go to work, which wasn't exactly the best decision. Your absence was noticed immediately and, unsurprisingly, the world's best spy agency didn't quite buy into your excuse of flu. Coulson came to your apartment, searching for you.
In a panic of what would happen if SHIELD found out that you were a super soldier, you bolted from your home. You ended up in the middle of an intersection, right in the centre of a huge car accident. A car had driven towards you and you had stopped it with your new strength. You'd misjudged your own power and sent it flying backwards. All you could do was stand and watch the domino effect as you caused one of the biggest car collisions in a decade.
SHIELD found you pretty quickly.
To your luck, Fury was understanding. It just happened that around the same time as you'd been with your kidnapper, Steve Rogers had resurfaced into the modern world. The natural decision was to introduce the two of you. After long talks and lots of time spent with each other, you and Steve became best friends. You understood each other well and made one of the greatest teams that SHIELD had ever seen.
You joined the avengers, by Fury's request, and found yourself with a real family. It didn't matter to you that they were a mismatch of international assassins, enhanced ex-HYDRA, and angry scientists. Family was family.
When Sokovia and the accords happened, you sided with Steve. It had been a difficult decision, but your worries about how much good you'd actually be able to do under governmental control won over. You were with Natasha and Steve when they turned to Sam for help, and you made another lifelong friendship. After some convincing, you were the one that found Bucky in Bucharest, but opted to stay away from the scene. You didn't want to overwhelm Bucky.
The next time you'd seen Steve and Sam, they'd been with Bucky. There was no time for introductions as you were thrown straight into the iconic airport fight that would no doubt go down in history.
It ended with you in custody because you couldn't make it to the hangar with the others. You didn't mind too much, reassured by Steve's constant desire to do the right thing. By the time you left the penitentiary the american government had oh-so-kindly put you in, it was a year into the Blip.
Once again, your life changed completely. After a few months of doing your own thing, you found out that Natasha and Steve were still around. You found them and started to work with Natasha, occasionally going along with Steve to his therapy session with some survivors of the Blip.
When everyone was brought back, you were heavily involved in the fight. So heavily, in fact, that you ended up nearly dying in a hospital bed while everybody else went to fight elsewhere. The next time you were reunited with all of your friends was during Tony's funeral.
Steve returning to Peggy in the past came as a shock to you. It was clear that he'd told Bucky, and as you watched Sam and old-Steve talk, the overwhelming sense of betrayal nearly choked you. You went off the radar completely to come to terms with what had happened in your life in the past few years.
"Oh my god, Sam, you better look at this."
Sam looked up in surprise as his sister ran into the room, quickly turning on the television and switching the channel over to the news. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw a government broadcast beginning.
"Unrest, in the wake of recent events, has left us vulnerable."
In your own house in the middle of the countryside, you were watching the same broadcast with wide eyes.
"Everyday Americans fell it. While we love heroes who put their lives on the line to defend Earth, we also need a hero to defend this country."
Your hand slowly lifted to cover your mouth. "Oh, god."
"We need a read person who embodies America's greatest values. We need someone to inspire us again, someone who can be a symbol for all of us."
Sam's lip twitched slightly. This wasn't happening. He'd given the shield to the Smithsonian to be an exhibit, not to be given to someone else.
"So, on behalf of the department of defence and our commander in chief, it is with great honour that we announce here today, that the united states of america has a new hero."
You shook your head, eyes darting to the picture of Steve that hung on your wall. He was wearing his suit proudly, a beaming smile on his face as the two of you raised his shield jokingly. "No, god, no."
"Join me in welcoming your new.."
Sam's hands clenched into fists and his jaw tensed up. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the television as he watched the door behind the politician open to reveal a mildly familiar blue uniform. Sarah frowned at him worriedly.
BESTIES you need to be so proud of me i watched infinity war and endgame today with some friends and only needed three kleenex
if thompson was still alive, i’d rather have him be with peggy because at least he has a personality unlike sousa......
Nebula: your choices were him or a tree
Steve: Avengers Assemble
Steve: is worthy