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“Drax it really wasn’t that-”

“Hilarious! It was hilarious!” Belly laughter echoed around the ship piloted by Quill. The loud and throaty laugh suited him; it contagiously rippled across the otherwise silent room. You couldn’t help but mirror his laugh and once Gamora saw you laughing it was the endgame for the ship. Everyone had tears in their eyes - even Groot who had been going through a infuriatingly pubescent gloom cracked a smile.

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Being hired to design outfits for the Avengers

Your identity as a costume designer isn’t specifically known to the public but you are known as a fashion designer.

Once you had to fly on the Quinjet and Tony set up your Avenger code name to “Edna”

“Steve, this will be your third fit in the past five months.”

Collaborating with Shuri to bring out a fashion line which captivates the fashion world

You know and respect Melvin Potter

Using the same light but strong material

Having a whole brief case dedicated to colour coding

“I know for a fact that your uniform is not practical, Natasha, Ultron probably put you in a prison because of that crime.”

When they can’t sleep or are just troubled in general they like to come and watch you work.

Attending fashion events to uphold your reputation but Tony, Wanda and Peter Parker come along with you.

Making a trip to Alias Investigations to give the owner a little gift of your creation

Having mini heart attacks when you see your designs all torn from missions

but also being very understanding and having multiple ready to go at any point

Thor getting you Asgardian fabrics for your birthday

Pranking Steve by bedazzling his shield

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Oh my goodness I literally thought about you today because I forgot to respond to your latest answer to my ask fkdmdmwxmwmsmsmsnd anyways, I missed you!! How have you been?? - Romanoff

Hello sis!! I’m sorry about the late reply I’m an awful human being 

I’ve been great! This past Wednesday I delivered a speech to over 300 people so I’m still living off of the adrenaline from that because my life is typically uneventful. How have you been my favourite ever Romanoff? I’ve missed yo’ ass so much

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“Peter, Shuri, Steve, Tony, Neb’...”

You kept repeating their names as if it would carve the words into your brain. There was no way, when the fate of the universe was at stake, that you could give into Thanos’ mind games and forget who your friends are.

The dimension you had been sealed in was somewhat liquid. Extending your hand, the darkness engulfed you. Silky smooth water fell through your fingers and formed tear-like streaks down your arm. They started to crawl continuously around your body. They kept crawling. And crawling. And crawling.

They crawled until the cold fluid eventually became unbearably hot and tight; feeling like they were physically restraining you. “Come on,” you mumbled trying to wriggle your way out. “Come on,” your movements slowed down and you took a short and sharp of breath, “come on.”

Cobalt flares flashed in front of you, even through teary eyes you could see the clear outline of the Space Stone.

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Come back. I miss you.

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Dating Brock Rumlow would include:

Requested

The Winter Soldier era

Being a member of the S.T.R.I.K.E team

Capturing Brock’s eye by being able to hold your own against Jack Rollins

Jack is always competitive with you because of this

Sparring with Brock but it’s mostly conversational

“I honestly think Mr. Pierce has got it in for me. I mean, you saw how much paper work he gave me this morning!”

Sharing a room in the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters 

Him coming back from training late at night so you make sure you stay up with your favourite drinks. Both of you always end up in silly giggles 

One night you were just laughing away when Brock stopped and stared out the window. Your gaze followed his to find the sun rising, casting beautiful shades of colour out onto the sky. Whilst you both watched nature in its prime, Brock snaked his arm around you and your head rested on his shoulder

The pair of you are unstoppable on missions. Your fighting styles are so different yet they intertwine perfectly as if it’s choreography

You’re not dependent on him. Why yes it is nice to have back up but you’re perfectly capable to come back all in one piece.

After a mission you did on your own, you came home and went straight to sleep. You woke up to Brock sewing the holes in your outfit.

“You can sew?”

“Are you capable of going on any missions without getting a hole in your uniform?”

“Touché”

“I’ve booked the day off. Name anything you want to do and I’ll arrange it; I’ve missed my favourite girl.”   

During the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D, he refused to let you fight Sam Wilson.

“Don’t argue with me. Not here, not now. You stay on the ground and help these bozos fight. They need a leader and that’s you (Y/N). Leave Sam to me.”

“Come back to me in one piece, Brock.”

Civil War era

After that building collapsed you thought him dead as you had never been able to see his body.

It took you months to track him down. Those months consisted of interrogations, tracing his activity of the new alias ‘Crossbones’ and paying people for intel

You eventually found the dingy apartment he was staying in and broke in

When you got in you immediately had a gun to your temple

“Don’t shoot!”

Silence. Followed by more silence.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

He is extremely ashamed of his scars. 

The darkness of the world outside made you unable to see them properly but you still tried to get a detail look

When your hand made contact with his scars to trace your fingertips along them, Brock his hand on yours.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was shaking

“No. I’m sorry for not finding you sooner.”

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Pls come back.

Ultron wrote this

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Tarzan

Request:  Hey! I really love your blog. If you still accept requests, may I ask for a one-shot in which the reader is a high school English teacher and dating Sam Wilson, and when he comes home from a rough mission she patches him up and tries to take his mind off the mission talking about what happened that day? Please and thank you

A/N: Why hello there! I can’t stop writing recently and last month I had the idea of coming back to this blog. So after about a years hiatus, I’m going to start posting again but not on a regular basis. Of course I had to come back with my boy Sam. To see so many of you in my inbox asking me to write something for Ultron made me giggle. I’ve missed you lot so much. Enjoy this one shot that is actually based off of something that happened in my classes once :)

Warnings: PTSD reference.

If hell was real, it would be marking students books for all of eternity. You sat on your newly washed bed sheets with a mountain of books piled high next to you. The one thing you’d gathered from the books so far was that none of your students liked Shakespeare. Heartfelt quotes were often followed up by doodles of figures in sarcastic poses or snarky comments that had been attempted to be crossed out.

Marvin Gaye’s voice spilled from the speakers at the opposite side of the room, every so often you’d sing along to the words you knew. It was Sam who got you interested in Marvin Gaye, that man could smooth talk you into anything. How couldn’t he? He had a voice like golden honey that was so sweet, so soothe, so pure to listen to. His voice could intercept any negative thought of yours and make you forget every single problem you’ve ever had.

Sam was the definition of a safe place. No one had looked out for you the same way he did. A slight fluctuation of your mood and Sam would be able pick it up and comfort you. He didn’t always pander either. If he thought you were being irrational then he’d say it and advise you on how to sort out any situation.

They say that family should always come first, Sam obliterated this statement.

Click

The lock on the door opened and you knew that Sam was back. Most people find happiness in going on dates to fancy restaurants with their significant others, however, you found yours in greeting the sweaty and tired face of Mr. Wilson after a prolonged mission. Flinging a students book to the side, you ran out your bedroom and down the stairs.

“You will never believe the amount of cookies I made yesterday. It was clearly way more than I intended but I still ate most of them; don’t worry though because I saved you some. Besides I know you eat like a warthog after you— ” You paused when you saw him leaning against a wall clutching his side, “Jeez Sam. Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

He grunted in a tone that meant thank you. You wrapped his arm around your neck noticing the stench of gunpowder which clung to both his skin and clothes. Frowning, you wondered if this was a mission that would linger in his dreams for a while now. It wouldn’t be the first time. Countless nights spent sat up with him, cradling his head that collected sweat. Repeating, “it’s okay,” like it was a mantra.

Before he got new clothes to change into you decided to guide him into the bathroom and place him down onto the lidded toilet ready to clean his wounds. You sat on the floor below him.

“I’m sure you only do these ‘missions’ just to scare me,” you chuckled. Trying to lighten the mood may not of been your speciality, but you were damn well sure you were going to try it. You grabbed the cleanest cloth and began to apply saline. He hissed at the stinging pain so you pulled the cloth away. His eyes were clenched shut and his breaths were heavy. “Don’t feel like talking big boy? Yeah I get it. Unfortunately for you, I love talking.”

His breathing slowed and his muscles began to relax. You tended to the wound again.

“Today was a catastrophe. No one ever told me teenagers would be this complex to teach. Remember I told you about one of my students, Ben? Well today I was teaching the class about the theme of a patriarchal society within Romeo and Juliet. The students were just sat there doing a task I had set, everyone was in silence, of course Ben wasn’t. He stood up and just started yelling at the top of his lungs ‘I am Tarzan!’ and attempted to rip his shirt off. I guess he was too weak to do it because as he tried to tear it,” you were starting to giggle. The more you thought about it, the more you were laughing and not being able to finish the story. “Then he let go and... and.. hit the girl next to him.”

You broke down in laughter from the memory of earlier today. Tears began to form in your eyes and you wiped them away, “Sorry,” you uttered through giggles.

 For a second, the shortest second, you didn’t realise that Sam was also laughing with you. His deep, light-hearted chuckles were so blissful that you already began to feel at home again in his presence. When you stopped laughing you tended back to the wound in silence.

“You’re still smiling,” Sam said quietly. His tiredness dripped from his words.

“Am not.”

“Am too.” He sighed, “I’ve missed you these passed few weeks. It feels like we have several date nights to catch up on.” He looked down at you with a small smile and half-closed eyes. 

You sat up on your knees and looked up at him. His beard was short but still untidy. The odd cut placed themselves all across his dashingly melanin-kissed face. Slowly, you placed his lips on his and felt him respond to the kiss.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“Is that Marvin Gaye I can hear?”

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Working on a science project with a very in love Peter Parker:

Initially being annoyed that you were paired with him because your best friend was in the same class. He seemed like fun though so you weren’t to mad.

Him stumbling over his words all the time

At first you thought he was being patronising because he would always praise when you got something right. Turns out he’s just a very happy and encouraging soul.

Getting along really well

Finding out he likes most things that you like

Solving long equations together (although you could’ve sworn he was purposely not talking just to hear your voice)

Volunteering to take it home and finish it

Him arguing and saying he’d do it

Rambling… so much rambling from the pair of you.

Catching Ned winking at Peter and then nodding towards you

“What was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“That.”

“What’s that?”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m asking you.”

“What?”

“That!”

The pair of you bursting out laughing

Growing close to him

Asking for his number

He was so excited 

“Of course, text me and you can come round to mine. To study! Obviously I wasn’t insinuating that we... to finish the project.”

You went to each others houses

Ned also joined you two

You’re pretty sure he said he was a “third wheel” but it was a mumble.

The project was amazing by time you had finished it

When you had to present the project you had to do it alone because he left you (to be Spider-man)

Being more upset then mad at him

Ignoring his texts

Peter showing up at your house with flowers which were dead and majority of the petals fallen off

Him panting

A nervous little smile on his face

“I’m so, incredibly sorry.”

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That sounds... interesting? Seems like a unique experience to me. I'm great tho! I haven't been up to a lot, but that's fine (: probably the only thing that happened, was me having a vacation job for two days before I quit because it was bad for my anxiety. Except for that, I literally haven't done anything interesting. I missed you too! How are you? - Romanoff

i sweAR I REPLIED TO THIS ABOUT AN HOUR AGO BUT APPARENTLY NOT

Props to you for trying out the job! Plus I’m happy that you’re feeling great. Right now I’m writing so I’m trying to brainstorm all my ideas. I’m on a Skype call to @can-you-imagine-it and every so often she’ll go quiet and then say that I have ‘angry typing’

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I'm sure this is probably a unpopular opinion but I'm more than ready for cap to die in infinty war. He's done his thing. It's been good but it feels like he's done now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also, I forgot to say that I want more Sam in infinty war, Sam's ridiculously underrated. -D

Sam Wilson & Anthony Mackie both have my undying love ++ I was waiting in the cinema during Civil War for his big, dramatic death and boy oh boy was I disappointed but I kinda don’t want him to die in Infinity War yoU BIG MEANIE

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Yes look at my girl go with 6792 followers!!!!

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Quiche, you're the literal sweetest! I'm so happy to see you're more active on here again :) (This is really late, but I hope your camping weekend was great haha) - Romanoff

To summarise that camping weekend, we forgot a can opener so we just bashed opened tins with hammers 😂😂

helllOOOOO ROMANOFF HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? I HOPE EVERYTHING HAS BEEN GOING WELL FOR YOU ♥

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YES YES YES! I'm so hyped for infinity war (it's probably the movie I'm most excited for 2nd to Black Panther) but also so scared because people keep telling me Tony's gonna die and I just can't have that happening to my husband. Also there's been some rumors about Peter getting hurt or something and I can't, not my son. Don't do my son wrong. I'm just. I'm very emotional about it all and it hasn't even come out yet. You got any predictions or hopes for infinity war? -D

ok… look… i’m evil and i do want someone to die just for tumblr to go into a complete and utter meltdown. I just don’t want Tony to die? I feel like they have spent so much time writing for his character it would be stupid for them to kill him. 

Before I watched homecoming I was like ‘sure Peter Parker yeah cool’ but now if that giant blackcurrant even looks at Peter I will go off.

all i want need from Infinity War is

 T’challa and Sam to have loads of screen time together

Wanda to have an epic fight scene

Natasha + Gamora to fight alongside each other

a really really really good soundtrack

beautiful visuals with the infinity stones!!

don’t kill me but i would love to see Thanos really wound Loki or something since he did loose the tesseract for a little bit. I SWEAR I’M NOT A SADIST I JUST DON’T WANT THANOS TO BE FUNNY/LIKEABLE. 

(this isn’t really a prediction i just hope the film will give a chance to let all characters shine. Like how in Suicide Squad it was just Harley and Deadshot, @marvel please don’t do that)

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Immediately you knew something was wrong; routine was something that you had drilled into your own head whilst being in the prison. Faint sounds of commotion snatched your attention. Having a fellow prisoner throw a protest was always fun to watch.

You, and other prisoners in their cells scattered across the room, moved closer to the edge of your cell to try and glimpse a look. A group of people ran into the room and looked around urgently. All prisoners began to retreat to the back of their cells, after all everyone recognised the Avengers. It was them that had slapped you all in there.

Captain America pointed at you and all of them came towards your cell. You were ready for a fight but straight after they had opened your cell they’d tackled you to the floor. Still you were screaming and kicking to get them off you but they injected you with a sedative. 

Whatever they wanted when from you, you were damn well sure to make them beg for it.

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Quiche! Apologies for not replying last time. I've been shit at keeping stuff together. I've been enjoying the great imagines lately! How have you been? Did you get a new laptop? -D

Hey D and thank youuuu!! ♥♥♥

I’ve been great lately, just started dragging myself out of bed to go to the gym lately and only now have I realised how lazy I really am. Yes I did get a new laptop! I’m trying to work out how and when my last one snapped in half but??? I just can’t seem to figure it out. It’s driving me crazy 😂😂😂

dID YOU SEE THE LEAKED INFINITY WAR TRAILER? 

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He groaned as you massaged his back. Even though his stress saddened you, Harvey was always adorable whilst stressed. You walked in front of the man to take his tie off for him and plant a kiss on his lips.

“Go take a nice warm bath and relax. I’ll go cook your favourite dinner. Just take it easy, okay?”

“Okay,” Harv’ leaned forward and kissed your forehead.