#steve bishop

[mentaltimetraveller]

Steve Bishop On the Street Where You Live Kunsthalle Osnabrück November 16, 2024 – February 23, 2025

[fabienneaudeoud]

[hawkdisaster]

A Supersoldier and a Black Widow

A Captain and a Black Widow

A Black Widow and a man with a super strong alter ego

A Black Widow with a Hawkeye

[aubvrns]

holy shit, jackpot

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

Synopsis - Woken by a late night call, you find out why Wanda wasn’t home yet during this hour.

Tags - Fluff, Grumpy x Sunshine (But Sunshine’s just Sunshine because she’s drunk), Partying, Drunk in Love, The Avengers discover alcohol, Soft Wives on Soft Sheets

Note - Bob as a club owner was not on my 2025 bingo card. Might make Thunderbolts* headcanons soon!

Your phone buzzed in the middle of the night, waking you from your deep sleep. The rain poured tremendously outside, its deliberate sound against the windows made you groan, putting a soft pillow on your face.

Wanda was supposed to be back at this hour, but when you extended your hand to her side of the bed, it remains cold. The room was too quiet without Wanda, the thought alone made you think about her whereabouts.

The buzzing sound from you cellphone never left, cutting through the still air of silence. With a sleepy sigh, you picked up: it read;

spider in heelz

is calling...

You blink, answering instantly. The last time Natasha called this late, you’d let it ring. But something tells you that this time was different, especially with Wanda still not home.

“Nat?” You murmur, your voice thick with sleep and the groggy sound of exhaustion.

You hear partying and the faint sound of Last Friday Night by Katy Perry in the background, and glass breaking while someone asks for more beer. You could feel the joyous celebration from the phone, and a chuckling redhead laughing before eventually looking at your concerned and worried face on the screen.

“Y/N. Hey. Listen. I love you. You're amazing. Are you doing— doesn’t matter. We need you.”

You squint your eyes at her drunkly said words, practically feeling the breeze of vodka from her lips. You sit up straighter. “Are you okay? What happened?”

A raspy cough leaves Natasha's throat as she chuckles at someone beside her, assuming it’s Yelena based on her green pocket-filled jacket she was wearing that caught your eye.

“Wanda’s drunk.” Natasha announced like she was declaring your future. “Like super, mega drunk. No one’s sober enough to drive her home, so I called you.”

“I’m glad you did.”

An amused chuckle escapes your lips, already putting on your sweatpants, out of bed. On the other side of the screen, Yelena sneakily takes Natasha’s phone from her hand with Kate by her side, singing along to some remix being played. You say hello to the two, half-asleep, already fighting with your tangled shoelaces.

“Lena, where are you guys?”

“We're at The Void. You should come!” Kate giggles, putting the phone so close to her mouth it made you jump. Yelena mutters something about how scared she is if ever Ava phases and secretly takes a sip in all their drinks.

“Okay, just stay alive. I’ll be there in ten.

—

New York City is a city that never sleeps. The Void, however, filled the nights with neon lights and music you could hear from a mile away. Ever since its owner, Robert Reynolds, established it last month, it became one of the famous spots in the city known as ‘The club where Thor Odison made his personal rage room’.

You step in front of the large building, earning a sympathetic look from the bouncer when he realizes who you are, smiling at you before opening the gates of chaos. When you walk inside, a spotlight finds you as soon as you enter.

“Y/N!” Someone screamed from a distance as the music blared in your ears.

“Oh god.” You muttered under your breath.

You reminded yourself you could always leave them to fend for yourself, but you remember how easy Wanda gets drunk. You let out a heavy breath, scanning the room. Your steps were firm as you approach Natasha. She was beside Bucky, talking deeply as he massaged her hand to fidget amidst the chaos, nodding as she talked.

Yelena, Kate, and Ava were beside them playing cards. They laugh loudly when Kate starts calling her mother because she lost.

“And the lights just went out! Just as the best part of the movie comes— Y/N!”

Natasha jumps at you and hugs you tightly. You let out a gasp, holding her still as she wobbles. “Wanda’s sooo drunk. She started talking to the plant next to Steve and calling it the better Captain America.”

You wince as Natasha tugs you through the club with Bucky following behind, his metal arm casually slung around your shoulder.

Your eyes spot Steve and John having an arm wrestle. People were around them, placing bets about who they think’ll win.

Sam, who looks like five minutes from passing out, sits comfortably against the wall with Pietro, who has a tilted party hat on his head like a crown.

These are the mighty Avengers?

Then you see her— your eyes spot your wife, slouched and out of this planet.

Wanda, who was slumped over a table staring at her reflection in a half-empty glass with cranberry vodka held steadily by Carol, singing Fireworks with her whole chest.

It wasn’t the first time Wanda was drunk like this. Since then, she wrote a long essay dedicated to herself about how she won’t ever, in the name of peace, drink again.

“Sweetheart?” You approach her after assisting Natasha to the nearest couch, but she stands up again and runs to sit down with Sam and Pietro.

Wanda looked up, eyes glassy. She was intoxicated, the way her face flickered with confusion.

“Uh, do I know you?” She mumbled, taking the glass from Carol and drinking the vodka inside, nose scrunching at the bitter taste.

“Seriously?” You sit beside her, carefully taking the glass away from her. She examines your face for a couple of seconds before touching your cheek.

“You’re pretty, like a finished painting with all the right colors.”

“Thank you, we’re married.” You say, deadpanned, putting the glass on the nearest table.

“We are?”

“As far as I know.”

Wanda blinks at you again, letting it sink in and whispered, “Holy shit, jackpot.” and tries to kiss you but you tap her lips instead.

You smile, hooking your arm under Wanda’s and pulling her up as she whines. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

Wanda clung to you instantly, her scent wrapping around your senses as she hides her flushed face against your arm. “You smell like rain and cozy sheets, wifey.”

“Because it’s pouring rain outside. I was sleeping very peacefully before you turned into a frat boy.”

“You’re so sexy when you’re mean.”

You sigh so deeply it could extinguish a candle from across the room. You turn to find the three still sitting down against the wall like college students who tried weed for the first time.

“I’m calling cabs to pick you guys up, okay?” You say loudly to Natasha, who was now playing cards with Yelena and Ava, with grumpy Kate watching them.

“Thank you, our angel sent from heaven!”

—

You got Wanda home in one piece.

On the drive home, she kept opening the window, sticking her head out and saying that it was ‘her way of paying respects to mother nature’.

Wanda immediately kicked off her heavy heels the moment she entered your house. Then flopped down to the soft, velvety couch face-down

“Darling,” You call softly.

“I live here now.”

“You’re sleeping in bed.”

“Says who?”

Your eyes roll, removing your own shoes and placing her purse on the counter. Then, you drag her upstairs, wrangled her in the bathroom and handing her a toothbrush.

“Have I been kidnapped? Are you really my wife?” She says slurrily, the toothbrush still in her mouth as your hands stretch a hair tie, your fingers meeting her red locks and tying it into a cozy ponytail.

“Tomorrow I won’t be.”

Wanda pouts as she rinsed and spat. Then she hugs you like a koala sleeping on a tree, about to fall off. You swear she looks like she's about to cry. “Don't say that, krasivyy.”

You pause at the way her voice trembles and how her arms wrap around your waist like you’re going to run away from her grasp.

God, she’s so drunk.

It took about ten minutes before you got her ready for bed. The teasing grin on her face when you removed her shirt is still there as she clung to you against the cold sheets, poking your cheeks.

You called cabs for the others, putting your phone down to finally get the well- deserved sleep you’ve needed since you stepped inside that club packed with people dancing their problems away.

“You’re mad at me.” Wanda traces circles on your hip, her delicate hands intentionally brushing the swell of your butt when you hug her back.

“I’m not mad. Just tired.” Wanda kisses your shoulder, pressing more kisses until it reaches your face, softly— and slowly— lingering on your lips.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll cook breakfast tomorrow. Naked.”

You laugh despite yourself, being pulled by Wanda closer as the redhead presses more kisses and nuzzles against your collarbones.

“Next time you decide to get drunk and forget me, at least text me first.“

In the dark, with your limbs tangled underneath the cotton sheets, heartbeats soft in your ear, Wanda whispers one thing before sleep took her.

“If I don’t make it to the bathroom in time, just remember, I love you.”

A bucket sits nearby next to her side of the bed on the ground, just in case she wakes up from her dreams of drinking more vodka. And you, always composed, always patient, just held her tighter in hopes that she won’t pull away from the sheets that smell like rain.

“Go to sleep, idiot.”

[lucky-bishova-42]

*the Avengers and Kate having family dinner*

Kate: Wait, aren’t you all technically astronauts? You guys went to space.

Natasha: Yeah I guess so, malen’kiy yastreb.

Wanda: I dunno; Steve was only in space for like 5 minutes.

Steve, smugly: But I still went to space and that makes me an astronaut. That’s more than you, Wands.

Wanda, annoyed: If going to space for 5 minutes makes you an astronaut, I am a gynecologist.

Steve: *chokes on his food*

Kate, face turning red: *spits out her water*

Natasha, shaking her head: *chuckles*

[jokey05]

Everybody worring Bucky will snap again meanwhile Clint has seven manic/depression episodes in a week and nobody bats an eye.

[morsmordre-writes]

this must be fake - masterlist

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: After a year of being gone, and you finally deciding to move on, Bucky is back in town and trying to win you back. Can he win you over before you fall for someone else? Can his actions be redeemed? Will your friends get you committed for insanity? Maybe!

Warning(s): slow burn, bucky starts off stupid and ends up, well probably more stupid!

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[steveandnatlover76]

Yelena: What happened to you? You look like a toddler who stole her dad‘s suit!

Natasha: I made the mistake of letting Steve do laundry.

Steve: You look adorable!

Natasha: I look like a potato at a business meeting!

Yelena: I‘ll call Clint. He‘s got to see this!

Natasha: Yelena!!

Yelena: Come to think of it, I‘ll call Wanda and Kate Bishop, too!

[poindexterpng]

i spent an unbelievable amount of time tier ranking the marvel characters and i have no one to share it with so im posting it here

[mentaltimetraveller]

Steve Bishop On the Street Where You Live Kunsthalle Osnabrück November 16, 2024 – February 23, 2025

[risrambles]

this is for science, i swear. i wanna see how the general population of marvel fans are feeling these days.

[hawkzeyes]

Seeing people get upset at Charli for being “disrespectful” to Captain America is so funny to me because I already know they haven’t read Hawkeye things or they would know this is par for the course of Hawkeye when they first meet Steve. It’s a canon event my friends.

[avengerscompound]

Infinity Paws Infinity Comic (2024) #10

[cece693]

Ok uh Hi am new to this I just saw the " brilliant " fic which was 👏🏻👏🏻. Sooo I was wondering if u can make a fluff fic about clint barton x male reader, if thats ok with you?

Farm Boy (Clint Barton x Male Reader)

Hello! I'm actually not that much of a Hawkeye fan so it took me a while to write this and find motivation, but I think it turned out alright. Hope you enjoy it!

Clint Barton rarely got a day off. Between Avengers missions, SHIELD calls, and the occasional intergalactic catastrophe, his time at home was precious and fleeting. But today? Today was all his. All theirs. The sun was just peeking over the horizon when Clint stretched out in bed, the familiar creak of the old farmhouse adding to the peaceful ambiance. Beside him, you were still curled up in the covers, your hair tousled and your breathing soft. Clint smiled lazily, taking a moment to watch you before slipping out of bed as quietly as he could.

The kitchen smelled like coffee and bacon a half hour later. Clint hummed to himself as he flipped pancakes, a skill honed over years of needing to impress his husband after burning a few too many breakfasts in the early days of your relationship.

“Is that bacon I smell, or am I dreaming?” Your groggy voice drifted into the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of your socked feet shuffling across the hardwood floor.

Clint turned with a grin, a spatula in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. “Morning, sleepyhead. I figured I’d let you sleep in for once, but your stomach had other plans, huh?”

You chuckled, pulling him into a quick kiss before stealing the coffee. “You know me too well.”

The morning passed in a haze of quiet domesticity. Clint insisted on dragging you outside after breakfast, despite your protests about the slight chill in the autumn air. The two of you spent hours tending to the garden, chasing a rogue chicken that had escaped its coop, and splitting logs for the fire pit. It wasn’t glamorous, but that was the point. It was simple, real, and yours.

By late afternoon, the sun was hanging low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the farm. Clint had convinced you to take a break on the porch swing, a thick blanket draped over both your laps. He leaned back, one arm around your shoulders, the other hand fiddling with a mug of cider.

“This,” Clint said, breaking the comfortable silence, “is what I miss the most when I’m away. Just being here with you. No explosions, no supervillains, no crazy missions. Just us.”

You smiled, leaning into his side. “You’re going to make me cry.”

“Don’t cry, babe. I’ll just have to kiss it all better, and that sounds like a lot of work,” he teased, though his lips were already pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

You turned to face him, eyes soft as you brushed a hand through his hair. “You know you’re a lot more than just Hawkeye to me, right? You’re my Clint. My husband. The guy who makes terrible pancakes and hogs the blanket at night.”

He smirked. “Terrible pancakes? You ate three of them this morning.”

“Details,” you replied with a grin, leaning up to kiss him. Clint melted into it, his hand coming up to cradle your face, the moment stretching out like a scene from a romance movie.

As the sky turned shades of pink and orange, Clint sighed contentedly, pulling you closer. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this life with you, but I’m not letting it go. Ever.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, your fingers intertwining with his. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go, either.” The two of you stayed on the porch swing long after the sun disappeared, wrapped in each other’s warmth, soaking up every second of Clint’s rare, perfect day off.

[lucky-bishova-42]

Natasha, holding her broken widow bites: So… who broke them?

Natasha: I’m not mad. I just wanna know.

Kate: I did. I broke them—

Natasha: No. No you didn’t, Yelena?

Yelena: Don’t look at me! Look at Wanda!

Wanda: What? I didn’t break them?

Yelena: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know they were broken?

Wanda: Because they are sitting right in front of us and they’re broken.

Steve: If it matters — probably not — but Clint was the last one to use them.

Clint: Liar! I don’t even know how use them!

Steve: Oh really? Then what were you doing staring at them earlier?

Clint: I stare off into space all the time; everyone knows that Steve!

Kate: Ok, ok! Let’s not fight! I broke them, let me pay for them.

Natasha: No! Who broke them?

Wanda: … Detka… Peter’s been awfully quiet.

Peter: REALLY??

*everyone starts fighting and talking over each other*

Natasha, in the other room: I broke them.

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Kate: Hey, everyone, I’m bi.

Sam: Yeah, no shit.

Steve: Easy, Sam. Thank you for telling us, Kate. We love you.

Y/N: I just hit someone with my car.