#IronHeart

[lanasgirlfr]

[darylandbethfanforever9]

Don’t forget Tony’s okay with violating human rights.

[enthyrea]

iron fam we are so back 🌟

[gw3ndolyne]

IRONDAD!

[enaspaces]

giving riri a potential corruption arc has to be one of the boldest things the mcu has done for a female character in a while. i LOVE that she’s stubborn and egotistical and doesn’t get over her grief and pushes people away. to end the season with her REGRESSING into moral grayness after all she’s learned thus far makes her so much more interesting and three dimensional.

[riotpanther]

IRONHEART (2025) TITLE CARDS

dir. Sam Bailey and Angela Barnes

[lyfeofbilly]

Bad News

warnings: angst, death (pls forgive me)

summary: there was no question that being the wife of iron heart had its challenges, but what do you do when things go too far?

author’s note: I KNOWWWW I said angst like two nights ago, so sorry got distracted :) I’ve been feeling so uninspired and insecure about my writing, but I hope yew likeeeeee.

🏷️: @bubbleblowinggirl @blkgworlamplified @onyxstones-world @inmyheadimobsessed @mitchesmoon @riris-heart @shurisbathwater @pvnks0ul @solanaszn @lvmxih

“Fuck that burns.” Riri winced as you ran an alcohol damped rag over the gash on her arm.

Although you were absentmindedly being a bit heavy-handed, you ignored her and continued to tend to the wound. No matter how much pressure you used, blood continued to ooze out. You didn’t know marrying your college sweetheart would ever make you a full-time nurse, but here you were. Every night was something new, something more severe.

“Ah, baby that hurts!” Riri snatched her arm away, holding the rag against the gash herself.

“You got a cut big as Texas in your arm, of course it’s gone hurt Rianna.” Your tone reeked with annoyance, anger lingering not far behind it.

The eerie silence that filled the house always worried Riri. Everything still, quiet, and powered down. She missed the nights where you would have a bubble bath drawn for her, followed by a massage for her aching muscles. Entering to the smell of the meals you cooked and the quiet sounds of whatever vinyl you felt like spinning that night were nights of the past. The repetitive arguments you two had were the cause of that.

Tonight was like any other. You getting awakened by the sound of the garage finally opening. The heavy metal of her suit clanking against the concrete with every step she took toward the door. The smell of sweat and outside filled your nostrils as she made your way to your bedroom. The rest of the night consisted of you stitching up gashes, icing bruises, and cleaning debris off her battered face.

Riri sensed the tension. She noticed how you never bothered the mkae eye contact, how you didnt cringe at the blood anymore. “Baby can you say 'sum, please?"

You stayed quiet while you put up the first aid kit, slamming drawers harder than you had intended.

“Hey, hey, baby talk to me.” Riri started to limp towards you.

“Rianna sit down-“

“Talk to me.”

You looked at riri in the eyes for the first time that night. Blue bruising beginning to spread across her cheeks. The popped blood vessel in her right eye made your sromach churn. The sweet face you held in your arms every night turned into one you were afraid to look at.

The persona that so many people admired, became one that you loathed. The quietest mention of the named made you grimace. The very second she put that suit on was the day you two, your lives, had changed forever. The once fun little project turned into the reason your marriage was on the rocks.

Riri squeezed your hand a bit tighter in hers, pulling you away from your thoughts. The look in her eyes pleading for you to say something. The lump in your throat bobbed as you tried to fight it back down. Tears threatening to spill over every time you parted your lips.

“You-“ You started, the weight of your words hitting you like a truck. “You gone get yourself killed out there ri.”

A sigh escaped her lips. You two have had the conversation a thousand times before, your concerns growing more each time. Riri on the other hand felt that it wasn’t as serious. She could handle a few bruises and cuts.

She pulled her hand away from yours, dragging both her calloused ones down her face. “How many times do I have to tell you-“

“Rianna you don’t tell me a damn thing.”

She clenched her jaw, “Can I talk for once? It’s like you the only one who makes decisions here.”

“Yea, cause you only make irrational ones!”

You started to march back into your bedroom. It felt like talking to a brick wall. So headstrong, so stubborn, so damned egotistical. Those same traits that you loved turned to bite you in the ass. She thought she was invincible, and thats what scared you the most.

“God forbid I want my wife to be there for me!” She hobbled after you, hot on your trial. It hurt you to see her try to hide her pain, but you knew she would play strong like she usually did.

Riri had nothing but nerve. That’s all she had.

“Be there for you?”

“Yea! Be there for me!” She licked her lips as she raised her voice. “All you do nag me about same fucking thing.”

You chuckled under your breath, clenching both your hands together. “Be there for you? Really Rianna?”

“Yea th-“

“I was there for you every step of our goddamned relationship!" hot streams of tears cascaded down your face.

"I was there for you when I drag your half dead body into this house every night because you think risking your fucking like is fun!”

The nerve of her to even think that you were against her in any way whatsoever felt like a slap to the face. “Don’t you dare sit in my face, after I had to patch your ass up, and say that I was never there for you!”

Riri was always quick with comebacks in arguments but this time she was left dumbstruck. She knew you were right, every single word.

“I signed up to be your wife Rianna, not to sit around and watch you kill yourself.”

“Is that what you calling me helping people? Killing myself?”

You shook your head, “yea i am, and im not sticking around to watch you do it."

The steady beating of the heart monitor was the only thing that kept you sane these past 3 days. The only thing that could let you know that she was still alive—technically. The cold, sterile walls of the hospital became too familiar, the faces of the same nurses, smell of the halls, everything was too familiar for your liking. The constant stream of cool air being blown made the hairs stand up on your arms.

Her hand sat in yours, limp, weak and pale. Seeing her in such a lifeless state sent a chill up your spine. She was always so energetic, now she lay unconscious and quiet.

“You weren’t supposed to leave me this early.” Your voiced cracked, it barely reaching a whisper.

The breathing tube set between her chapped lips. She couldn’t give you a snarky comeback no matter how much you wanted her to. On a normal day, you would do anything for Riri to give you atleast five minutes of quiet time. now? The silence haunted you. You didnt want it, not that bad, not like this.

"i told you Ri." A stray tear cascading down your cheek, "I told you to stop."

The more you talked, the more insane you felt. Even tho she was connected to so many machines, you thought the right words would magically wake her up.

You knew she wouldn’t though. Acceptance hit you weeks ago, but you couldnt go through with it. You never would have thought youd have the face the promise "till death do us part" so damned early.

"Mrs. williams?" A soft voice called from the doorway. The doctor, along with a nurse stood before you. The clipboard she clasped in her hands sucked you back into reality, aleady knowing the contents of the papers. You softly nodded, giving the signal that you were ready. Ready to end all of this.

"She was- she's such a busy body. She wouldnt want me to leave her like this anyway." you blinked away tears as you signed your name on the dotted lines. The signature would sloppy, your trembling hands keeping you from holding the pen steady.

"Will it hurt- i- i mean will she feel it?"

The doctor sighed as she pushed up her glasses over her nose bridge. The process was never easy no matter how many times she had done it, but boy did she hate it.

"No, since shes under sedation there will be little to no discomfort."

To witness the process of her being disconnected from the machines that once kept her alive felt surreal. all those days you spent next to her, praying that the inevitable wouldn't happen felt like time wasted.

As the breathig tube was removed from her mouth and the remaining air exited her lungs, all you could do is think about how your worst nightmare came into fruition.

[harperhug]

Joe I love you.

[newavengers]

IRONHEART 1.02 | "Will the Real Natalie Please Stand Up"

[burn-4u]

Hey so, has anyone noticed that Disney+ has treated ironheart and eyes of Wakanda with a lack of marketing and unceremonious release significantly worse than any of their other marvel live action and animated series

[darylandbethfanforever9]

Tony disgusts me, he gets away with everything while others suffer.

If Tony Stark wasn't rich, PTSD would never be accepted as an excuse for his actions.

Bucky grew up poor in depression era New York and yet despite PTSD and *not being in control* he had to endure a ton of narrative punishment and spend *years* proving he's not just bad.

Yelena was a poor kid from Russia. Bob was a poor kid from Florida. Nobody helped either of them with their trauama. Instead they're just left in the gutter or even blamed for "making their problems everyone else's business".

Although I haven't watched Ironheart, there's also a general pervasive attitute with characters from poor backgrounds that trauma is "no excuse" and they have to take responsibility.

Yet the billioniaire who can afford the best therapy there is but doesn't bother does something which kills people and everyone be like "Its not his fault! He has PTSD!"

[lavenderpanic]

riri williams is so hot i’m crying actual tears right now i can’t deal 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[enaspaces]

riri and her bulging muscles compilation.

between this and her pulling a metal bar off the elevator wall with her bare hands, proceeding to weight lift the door up…girl you’re a fucking tank and I’m so into it

[jbeezyxd]

😤😤😤

If I had a nickel for every time Marvel dropped a black-led TV series with little too no marketing dooming it to fail I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice. 🙃