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would you write anon-romantic fic where when tony is extremely and unusually nervous he starts to stutter? he always did it, since he was a child, but he rarely gets /so/ nervous that the stammer comes back. but then there's some kind of public thing and he gets incredibly nervous and starts to stutter, which only makes him more nervous. the avengers, who were in the audience as well, come to his rescue when they realize what's happening.

Of course I don’t mind! I decided to use an outside perspective for this one because I was in a bitchy mood and Clint demanded to be written. His solution to the problem is a /bit/ unconventional as well. Nevertheless, enjoy!

“This is gonna be a disaster!” Clint loudly proclaims as their driver opens the door of the limousine, a wide grin on his lips that says he plans to bullshit lots of important people and enjoy every second of it. 

Later Natasha will punch him twice. Once for jinxing them and once for grossly underestimating the situation.

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Because @trickyarchangel said “green” :)

BLUE | GOLD | PINK | ORANGE

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I’m just not the hero type. Clearly. With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I’ve made, largely public.

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id like everyone to take a moment to realize that lucius malfoy was literally the harry potter equivalent of a school board mom

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It’s called being a badass

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Tony Stark in CA:CW + the values of Captain America

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“be careful with my emotional baggage,” i say. “it’s designer.”

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tony and rhodey being MIT babies

dumb MIT babies. who wear dumb MIT hoodies. and cuddle and smooch a lot

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mcu au where tony gets de-aged, and suddenly the avengers have a sulky teenage stark and no idea how to Deal With Him

they call rhodes for help within two hours

when he shows up tony recognizes him immediately, even tho this man is 40+ yrs old and greying and much more serious-looking than his rhodey

he blurts out: “we’re still friends?”

“tones. you’re my best friend.”

and tony might be a skinny little runt of a teen but he still almost manages to knock rhodey over when he leaps right into his arms

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Trust.

sometimes i think about Tony’s story and it hurt me.

love Tony Stark more other avengers.

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I’m just playing around with some lighting :)

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Natasha & Tony being best bros 5ever! I forgot Tony’s moustache because I planned it as an AU where they were younger at first but then I gave them their scars and stuff so idk, it’s up to you! :) also, friendship bracelets!

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“Welcome to the real world, where ‘Sorry’ doesn’t always make it better.”

— The summary of every Post-CW fic I can think of.

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winteriron + 21

And I have loved you in a tame way/And I have loved you wild

Song is:

Seven Bridges Road

“Bucky, seriously, think this through.”

Bucky ignored his brother, throwing more clothes into his knapsack. “Buck! Brock is not worth this.”

“He is to me,” Bucky rumbled, swinging the bag over his shoulder. “And if this is what it takes to get him, then I’m going.”

Brock Rumlow was all Bucky had ever wanted. He was handsome, funny, athletic, and most importantly, charismatic. He always fit in everywhere he went. Bucky had never had that; people thought him cold, called him ‘Winter.’ Everybody but Steve and his mom Sarah treated him like an outside, which, okay, he was, but still. Bucky just wanted to belong with, to somebody.

Brock was that somebody. Yesterday Bucky had dressed in his best suit, scraped together his courage, and went to ask for his hand, but Brock was high-class. He couldn’t just be wooed by some pretty words.

“I would bring you the stars, Brock,” Bucky had sworn, and ignored the pang in his heart when Brock laughed, focusing instead on how beautiful he was when he did so.

Brock got himself under control, looked Bucky up and down, and said “Alright, Winter. We all saw the shower yesterday. One of the stars fell from the sky. You get me that star and I swear to be yours.”

So now Bucky prepared to walk down Seven Bridges Road. No one ever made it past the fourth bridge unless they could pay the toll, but if you could, you would find yourself in a magical world. Or so said Bucky’s father, Chester Phillips, in his favorite nighttime story.

Sarah said that’s where Bucky came from. His father had been her childhood friend and she had taken care of Bucky once he passed on, but his mother had always been a mystery. “She’s from beyond the bridge, your pa always said,” Sarah would tell him. 

“It’s dangerous,” Stevie said. “I’ll worry about you, jerk.”

Bucky smiled at his brother, ruffled his hair, which Steve predictably huffed at. “You shouldn’t. I’m leaving all the stupid with you, punk. I’ll be fine.”

Downstairs, Sarah Rogers was waiting. She handed him food, a water canteen, and his birthright: a magical candle that was said to transport the user miles in seconds as long as the candle was lit. “Come back to us,” she whispered to him as they hugged. “You will always have a place here.”

“Be safe, Bucky,” Steve told him, and then he set.

For love, he told himself as he left the only home he’d ever know. 

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