Loki b like "suffocation, no breathing"
...I would like to formally apologize for that, have a good day
Loki b like "suffocation, no breathing"
...I would like to formally apologize for that, have a good day
Hawkeye: lila where'd you go?
Me: she's gone with the wind, Bullseye
Originally from my Wattpad
(I just reached a 100k reads on Wattpad! yay!)
CHAPTER 16 - DISTRACTION
Just an hour and a half ago, Steve's world tilted violently on it's axis when Natasha told him who Y/N really was—the Winter Soldier's former apprentice. The one and only phantom that had been on every possible enemy radar, and ally too.
Steve had his arms crossed and tucked tight to his chest as he tried to find some peace of mind on the skyway, facing the glass windows that overlooked the field below. The Avengers tower was vast, but the Captain preferred this particular spot whenever he needed some time alone to think.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing as a million thoughts per second ran through his head. She knew him, the Winter Soldier. Heck, she'd been trained by him. If she knew how he thought, how he worked...was it possible that she'd know where he was?
Steve would give anything to find him. Even if it meant giving his life. He'd been begging the universe to help him find his best friend and it looks like his solution had just landed right in front of him. When he told Natasha this, her head almost exploded in the process of telling him how stupid the idea was. But Steve needed to know, he needed to see for himself. If this was indeed his last option, then he'd be damned if he didn't at least try.
He clenched his fists, cracking the knuckle of his thumb in the process then brought his hand to the bridge of his nose, pinching it as he sighed inwardly. It was decided. He was going to ask Y/N to go on a very idiotic, yet very desperately needed mission.
"Oh, this is a very bad idea." The captain whispered to himself.
"You look miserable."
Pietro's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and my head snapped up as he stepped out of the shadow. Immediately, I felt almost grateful for his presence at that moment. Even though I revelled in the glory of being alone, solidarity confinement was giving me hell after Romanoff's confrontation. At this point I'd take anything as a distraction from my own thoughts.
"I'm being held in a cage for God knows how long, what am I supposed to do? Smile?"
"Maybe." He shrugged as he took a stray chair and plopped down on it.
I bared my teeth, stretching my mouth in an extremely forced smile. "You mean like this?" I said without moving my lips.
"Exactly like that." He cringed, chuckling despite the nasty sarcasm I was throwing at him.
The room grew silent after that. I could only hear the sound of his sneakers scraping against the floor as he drew imaginary circles with his feet.
"What are you doing here?" The lack of conversation was tedious to me. I thought he was going to be a distraction at the very least but it turns out he was only making it worse.
"What do you mean 'what?', you come to my cell and now you're silent. Out of all places, why'd you come here to mope around and do nothing? Because the last time you were here, you basically talked my ear off while shooting lasers at me through your eyes." I made a pointing gesture with two fingers as I made a poking motion in front of my face.
I couldn't stop staring at him. Somewhere along my angry speech, he had looked up from the floor and turned his eyes to me. It was direct and undisturbed eye contact that should have made me very, very uncomfortable but instead it was...insanely hypnotising. I didn't understand it at all.
"I can't figure you out."
"Well you're definitely not the first one to say that, get in line-"
"No, you don't understand. I can't figure you out, at all. Frankly, it's frustrating and it's stressing me out."
"Wow." I scoffed. "This is coming out of nowhere."
"Nowhere?" He yelled, speeding towards me until he was just a mere centimetres away from the glass that separated us. "Out of nowhere? Do you not get how much you confuse me, huh Y/N?"
My stomach twisted painfully as he said my real name. I glared at him, determined not to lose the argument or whatever it was that was happening. "I confuse a lot of people, pal."
"Stop it." He spat. "See, this is what I meant. I don't understand you. We came from the same place and yet I can't...I just..."
"Same place? What the ever loving fuck are you talking about? Why are you so mad all of a sudden?"
"I'm not mad, I'm frustrated." He sighed, running his hand through his white locks. "You're driving me crazy, Y/N."
It took a full second for me to process what he was saying, but it still made no sense. The words he was saying were painstakingly familiar but the tone he was saying it in sent a dangerous chill down my spine. "What the fuck...okay, cut the crap Pietro. Is this some sort of trick they asked you to do? Who sent you here?"
He threw his hands in the air, jotting a thumb to his chest. "Myself. This isn't a scheme or whatever it is you're thinking."
I frowned, "Then what is it?"
He turned around and went back to his chair, taking a seat and closing his eyes. It was my turn to stand up and pace.
"Look, the last 72 or so hours of my life have been drastically confusing and there's nothing I'd love more than to hear an explanation...for everything. What the fuck is this? I just spent 3 scrutinising hours with Romanoff, going over my past and taking a trip down memory lane, except that my memory lane is just a horrible road full of potholes and hot, steaming coal! Now you're yelling at me about how much I confuse you? What do you think this is? A feelings brothel?"
He didn't look up or speed up close to me this time, he just stayed there on his chair with his head down, elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together.
Then he said something. It was barely above a whisper, but luckily the room was silent enough that I was able to hear it.
"I was ready to kill you when I first met you. I wanted to end your life as quickly as possible."
No surprise there.
"So, tell me why that's suddenly changed?"
My feet stayed glued to their spot. I had no answer to his question, not even a sarcastic retort. I had nothing to offer. For the first time in many, many years...I was speechless. These words were foreign and dangerous. A big red flag planted itself on the part of my brain that had 'Pietro' written on it.
"What are you implying?"
"You have some sort of hold over me that I can't get out of. I don't get it." Pietro was making my head spin and my heart tumble over my guts. "Is this a trick of yours? Some mind-controlling ability that you've hidden from us so you could get me to trust you? Were you dishonest about the full extent of your skillset?"
I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. Normally, at this point I would think I had been injected with some type of paralysis poison. But my heart was beating wildly enough to prove that theory wrong.
"No. Nothing of that sort, Pietro."
"How do I know you're not lying?"
I stopped myself from holding a hand to my chest in an effort to keep my heart from beating itself out of its socket. The palpitations reverberated throughout my whole body like a bass drum. Somehow through the shock, I managed to squeeze out a single sentence.
"Because if I had the ability to control minds in the way you just described, I wouldn't even be here in the first place."
We stared at each other for a moment and then he shook his head with a heavy sigh and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts yet again.
And I thought he was gonna be a distraction for my thoughts instead of causing another prominent flow of them.
As soon as Pietro exited the room in which Y/N was being held, he bumped straight into Steve.
"Captain. What are you doing here?"
"I'm..." he sighed, "...about to do something really stupid."
INVICTUS || A literate, 21+ Marvel/DC crossover roleplay
Darkseid has taken the Phoenix Force into himself. In his hubris, he believes he can outwill the Phoenix and harness its power to finally enslave the world. Beginning with Earth, Darkseid used the power of the Phoenix’s reality manipulation to affect and change the properties of Chaos and Magic, rendering once powerful individuals far less formidable than they originally were. The army of Apokolips has flooded earth and begun the process of enslaving who they can and crushing who they cannot.
The Justice League, the Avengers, and the X-Men have formed a tenuous truce to fight against an adversary far greater than themselves. However, past history between the X-Men and the Avengers mixed with distrust and uncertainty from the Justice League makes this alliance an uneasy one. Will our heroes be able to put aside their differences in order to save the world they love and defeat Darkseid and his army before they become inevitable?
“It’s not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.”
Can someone with more Asgardian knowledge than me explain who took the frost giant’s source of power and why does he wear Loki’s suit? Or why -more specifically- does he look like classic Loki? I am not familiar with Asgardian armor, but I have not noticed any others wearing anything similar to Loki until I rewatched this scene.
so it’s been brought to my attention that avengers assemble!bucky is a thing and not a single one of you bitches told me 🥺
Cartes doubles, enveloppe assortie, livraison à domicile ou avec votre texte écrit à la main et expédiée le jour et adresse de votre choix.
peter parker, roaming the halls of stark tower: INTO THE THICK OF IT! INTO THE THICK OF IT! INTO THE THICK OF IT!
pietro in the distance: UGH!
I need to find this series imagines of Bucky/avengers x y/n where the reader is valentines and she hates the avengers bc they’re the reason she died so if anyone knows where to find it pls let me know!!!!!
Enemies to family fic where Peter is a reckless enhanced individual terrorizing the streets of Queens and Tony is sent after him by Fury due to Peter's unknown capability's and the polices inability to capture him.
After a few back and fourth disagreements, Tony finds him collapsed on the side of the street from a stab wound with his mask still on, knowing that he wouldn't get another chance to do this he takes the mask off and discovers the face of Peter Parker, a high-school student who was deemed missing after his aunt was killed by a cop in an incident resulting in numerous other casualty's.
Tony takes him back to the tower to treat him and proposes a deal, Tony wouldn't hand him over to the authorities if he stayed in the tower under Tony's supervision.
Peter agrees and thus begins their road to becoming father and son, visits to the compound, road trips, lab time, movie nights, terrible baking accidents, all the fluffiest stuff you can think off.
It's a few months after he gets taken in that Peter hears on the news of a tragedy in Queens, his mind goes back to all the times before where he saved someone from a mugging on the streets when he passed by the look of fear and relief on their face as they simultaneously realized who he was but that he wasn't going to hurt them. He missed that feeling.
He starts working on a suit, he doesn't know why but he does. Then he finishes it and as he looks back at his room in the tower ready to jump from the window he still doesn't know but the screams of someone pulls his head away from his internal dilemma and he swings off into the night.
[The rest I am still building in my head. If you wanna try to write this go ahead just send me the link to the fic, I love reading peoples work :]
Steve at 5 in the morning: Rise ans shine guys, we are going training!
*5 minutes later*
Steve, in the time out corner: That was just mean
Little Kid 😂😂
Avengers: Infinity War
Elizabeth Olsen ♦ Marvel ♦ Wanda Maximoff ♦ 400x640
summary: that one time nari had called bucky her dada.
pairings: daughter!oc x fem!reader, daughter!oc x bucky barnes, slight bucky barnes x fem!reader
warnings/tags: 2nd person's pov, lowercase intended, terrible writing, fluff, slight angst, kinda sad!bucky – lmk if i missed any!
side note: this is sort of a sequel to “daily dose of mama's kissies”, but this focuses more on nari and bucky's relationship and it can be read as standalone.
word count: 810
gif by @kyoyatta
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it was one of those days when you could leave nari with the others without her throwing a tantrum. today, she was with bucky, sam and steve. before you left with natasha and wanda for your weekly girls' day, your now three-year-old daughter was babbling about having a tea party with her uncles and how she will “make them the prettiest.” with nari being so quiet around other people who are not her mama, it was almost impossible for the team to see and hear her talk so much, so it almost shocked you that she was so talkative around the three of them. and though you wanted to hang around longer to know if there are any reason behind her being so talkative around them, you decided against it and went your way.
maybe she was just starting to feel comfortable without you around.
it has been an hour since you left nari with her uncles and so far, it was going well. besides the fact that she takes a lot of time in choosing what she wants for her tea party, they could say that she was well-behaved. she wasn't being demanding and she doesn't decide to throw a fit whenever something doesn't go her way. instead, she stops and pouts before turning to any of them with her puppy eyes (that no one can say no to), “help, please?” that makes the three heroes melt into a puddle. of course, they'd still help her, but not before ruffling her hair – to which she whines because “mama did my hair and 's not nice to mess with it” – and praising her for being a good girl and using please.
“okay, we have everything. can we please start now? i want to be pretty now.” nari looked at the place filled with her things before nodding.
“uh-huh. we have the tables 'n chairs 'n cups 'n everythin'!” she pointed towards the chairs. “you can sit 'n i can get your tiaras, so you'll be pretty like me 'n mama!”
“alright then, pretty girl, do what you have to do, while me and uncle steve and uncle sam will wait here.” bucky has a small smile on his face as he watches the three-year-old scramble to her feet to look for her extra tiaras in her closet. the smile never disappeared, in fact it even widened when she returned, gave them their own tiara and took a seat. “can we start now?”
nari nodded, took ahold of her teapot's handle and carefully “poured” in each teacup. “here you go! one for unca stevie, one for unca sammy . . .” she paused to “pour” before continuing, “one for me 'n one for dada! there! 's complete now!”
the men froze, but nari didn't seem to notice as she was still busy talking about how “'s my first time having tea party with you, but 's already fun, right? i always have tea party with unca vis and auntie wanda or mama or unca pete.”
steve and sam turned to look at bucky who had a look of shock on his face, though the shock was quickly replaced with a big smile. “you heard that?” he whispered to both men, trying not to interrupt the toddler.
both nodded, still shocked and were about to speak, but nari's voice interrupted, “you don' like my party? 's not fun?” nari was tearing up and all three of them shook their head frantically.
“no, we love it! we just thought of something more fun to add to the party. we were about to tell you, but we didn't want to interrupt you.” bucky stood up to get something – anything from nari's toy box and coincidentally, he picked up a toy biscuit. “here. how could we forget biscuits? i'm just gonna . . . look for more . . . there!”
nari's face instantly lit up, “oh, yeah! thank you, dada!”
“dada?” bucky couldn't resist.
“yeah, dada! 'cause you love me like mama loves me. you love me, right dada?” nari's innocence brought tears to bucky's eyes.
he nodded. “yeah, dada loves you.”
nari's smile widened before it fell again. “but mama said you're not my dada and my real dada is bad.” she muttered. “you can be my dada, right? because you're not bad?” by now, bucky's tears are cascading down his cheeks, so nari thought of the worst, “why you crying? you don' wanna be my dada? tha's okie. mama said that 's okie if i don' have a dada 'cause i have a mama 'n my mama loves me very much.”
bucky immediately shook his head immediately. “no! baby, no. i would love to be your dada. these are not sad tears, they're happy tears!”
“oh. then you're my dada now?”
“yes, i'm your dada now.”
“dada, love you.”
“dada loves you more.”
a/n: i know this wasn't the original plot, but i ran out of ideas, so i'll probably just write a bucky x nari x reader fic focusing on their family life and the talk with bucky and reader.
tagging @khiaraaa-in-spacee. hi, i hope you liked this and i hope it didn't disappoint! thank you so much for reading! x