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cptainrogrs:

“You just gonna stand there or are you gonna help and distract an old man?” He huffed before chucking a spare punching bag onto the gym floor, rolling his shoulders back soon after. His mind was going crazy on him, beginning to overthink even the smallest of things, the timing was less than brilliant given the recent news, but hopefully Steve exhausting himself in training was better than moping around. “You any good at fighting?”

“I think you’re doing just fine on your own, old timer,” Alex chuckles, enjoying watching the spectacle perhaps a bit too much. Unsure what era this Steve was from, he doesn’t want to give too much away. By the time 2029 rolls around, they’d already been teammates a few times over; mostly against his brother before Alex came to his senses on the whole matter. “Some would say I learned from the best,” Scott Summers. “But I don’t really feel like getting sweaty, I just showered.”

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moonstxr:

A mutant registry made Dani’s blood run cold and she wrapped her arms around herself to keep from shuddering. She hadn’t been here in 1973 for very long– she had mostly kept to herself. But Dani kept up with what was happening. “I need a drink. Right now.” 

Alex had already heard the news and taken to drinking. So it begins, he’d muttered to himself before turning off the radio. A 6-pack of beer is exactly what he’d needed, and he finds himself halfway through it before another joins him. Without so much of a word, he slides the drink over to her. “Moonstar,” he nods. “You’re stuck here too, huh?”

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scottxsummercyclops:

Scott smiled when Alex called him his brother it gave him comfort that if he somehow loses his friends he will forever have a brother. “Fine but if anything happens it’s on you.” He knew it was a bad idea but a shrug of the shoulders was his only response. 

“So you’re saying I saved your life?” Scott rubbed the back of his head, the scar was still hidden under his hairline. Shaking his head at Alex, the story Scott was told didn’t match. “They told me you died Alex, how was I supposed to find someone who by the time I could even ask questions about it the answer was always ‘don’t worry’. I joined the Xmen for you, I wanted to make the world a better place for you.” Scott wanted to get the story right so there was no resentment but even he knew it was hard to let go of a long winded grudge. “I do understand if you still don’t like me, I don’t really like myself much these days either.” He watched Alex grab some beers. 

Alex shakes his head. He knows Scott better than he knows himself at this point, and he knows his older brother, younger brother, whatever, won’t let anyone get hurt. One beer would do nothing to his kid-brother at this point besides give him a mild buzz and a bad taste in his mouth. He’d take them outside, find somewhere they can be alone, and they’ll just spend time together. Or they can sit inside, and Alex will dive in front of Scott if his glasses fall off. The younger won’t get drunk, he’ll ensure that. Unless he wants a second beer; but he’d cap him at three. Well maybe four, his brother is already pretty big in terms of height and physique. He could easily handle four.

“You’ll be fine, Scoots,” he smirks, winking as he reaches into the fridge to grab the bottles and close the door behind him. Popping both caps off he hands one to Scott and then motions for him to follow him outside to the pool area. “Yeah, you saved both of us. Parachute caught on fire after the plane exploded. I remember looking back when we jumped, I saw Mom when she died, when the plane blew up. It was all right there, you couldn’t because you were looking the other way, but I saw it all. Fucked me up for years let me tell you,” he admits. “And yeah, I get that now, you told me the first time. But I didn’t believe you. I was an angry kid, a very angry kid. I watched everyone die, I had a new family that got me as a replacement for their dead kid and I hated the world. Then seeing you alive, with those powers, God, you wouldn’t believe the dark places I went to. The only reason I even met you was because Xavier came to get us to save the lot of you. And even then, Oh God, I was such as asshole to you. I’m older now, I’ve gotten over it, but you won’t have an easy time with me, so I’m sorry.” Alex claps a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Nope, us Summers brothers stick together. Summers bros versus the world, Scotty, don’t ever forget that. We don’t always get along, we don’t always see eye-to-eye, but at the end of the world, all we have is each other. I remember this time the world was ending, and hell, I hated your guts. You bet your ass the first thing I did when I thought we were all going to die is make sure I was by your side for the end. Didn’t say a word, but I was right next to you.”

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scottxsummercyclops:

“But how.” He asked before letting Alex finish, hearing the future weirded him out, the other friends he had at the mansion were from the past or before Scotts time. “I’m 24, and that’s crazy Alex. I’m glad you’re here I need you.” Scott hugged Alex not caring if he was a hugger or not.

“I told ya I don’t drink, how did you live?” He asked after denying hoping Alex wouldn’t offer again, Scott tried hard to control his optic blasts. “I’m not a pain in the ass I just need attention and love.” Scott grinned over at his brother.

Alex shakes his head at Scott, he always one to want to get to the chase. Alex ignores him and keeps on with his story, hoping Scott might get the hint to be patient. It was always a problem for him regardless. Soon enough however, the other is latching onto him and Alex pulls back a tad. After a few seconds he uses his forefinger, presses it against the other’s forehead to push him back. “Yeah, that’s enough of that,” he grumbles. He just didn’t like being touched, not when he could melt him if he lost control or absorbed too much power.

“Yeah, well I’m your brother, we’re reuniting, and it’s a reason to celebrate. If you’re worried about your powers, I got you. You can’t hurt me, and I can absorb your blasts, nobody will get hurt.” Alex looks at Scott, “Wow, you really weren’t kidding about that hit to the head were you? You saved me. Held onto me, and when the parachute gave out your powers saved us. But you hit your head on a rock. The first responders took you to the hospital and I went to an orphanage. That was the last time I saw you. I was adopted out before you got out of the hospital. I never even knew you lived until I was older and saw your powers on the news. But by then I was angry; hated you even, for not coming to find me.” Alex pulls a face at that. “Okay, well, you’re not going to get much of that from me,” he says, slapping a hand onto his brother’s knee before getting up to grab two more beers, finishing his own as he heads back towards the fridge.

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just-dont-call-me-batboy:

Terry hummed as he made his way into the kitchen, looking to make himself some lunch. As he peeked into the fridge, he felt a grape hit him on the back f the head. He turned, a small grin on his lips as he regarded the other.

“Hey, there. That you throwing produce?”

Alex sat at the island in the kitchen eating away, watching as people came and went about their day. He’d just finished his morning climb and had come in to eat and relax for a bit before heading out for a hike. When he sees someone he thinks he knows, he throws a grape at the guy when his head is turned. 

“Maybe?” he admits with a smirk. “Let me guess, Young Colossus or even younger and less blue Hank McCoy?” Yeah, this was about the only entertainment he had right now.

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scottxsummercyclops:

“What in the hell. You died.” He blinked quickly. “I was good until I saw you, not that I’m not happy you’re here but…” Scott knew Alex, well his Alex for half of his life until he was told his half brother and father died in a plane crash which was what led Scott to the X-men. 

Feeling Alex’s arm around him made Scott smile it felt like he had his brother back, no matter big or little brother it was his brother. “I guess you’re the big brother now, and no I don’t drink that stuff.”

“Yeah, I did,” Alex confirms with a laugh. Even going to far as to add air quotes around his words. “But what?” the blond asks after giving his brother a moment to ponder the words. “You’re what... like 22, maybe 25 now? You meet me soon, in your own time, we’re reunited when my secondary powers manifest after my 20th birthday. Some dude kidnaps me, tries to use me as a battery for his doomsday bullshit, but monologues and I overload the thing and almost take out the entire country of Egypt with it.” He shrugs, “But, comes with the territory I suppose.”

He nods, “My mom and dad died, I lived,” he admits, though he’s covering the truth up a bit. Corsair didn’t come back until late 2028, when they were old enough to handle it; and even then they barely handled it well at all. Especially with Gabriel in the picture. “C’mon, we’re getting a beer together. One beer, that’s all I’m asking. And nope, you’re still my big pain in the ass of a brother, Scooter. No changing that.”

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scottxsummercyclops:

Scott was sitting in the common room reading a book, it was one he brought from the future with him. Very interested in it as if he hadn’t read it over a hundred times the tv was playing quietly in the distance. Soon thereafter he felt someone walk into the room, something about him felt displaced by it but he continued reading. Only seeing the back of the mans head as he started toggling with the janky tv Scott could never get working. 

Scott continued reading before he heard the man speak up, a voice sounding awfully familiar almost to his fathers, Keeping his spot in the book he looked up seeing Alex Summers sitting there in flesh and blood. Although this wasn’t his Alex, a subtle ‘fuck’ rang in Scotts head not knowing if he should laugh cry or both. “Alex?” He leaned over to poke his face. “It’s you?”

Alex smirks over at the other briefly before turning back to watch Shatner enter into a long-winded diatribe over something or other. “But yeah Scooter, it’s me,” he nods. “How’s it going, Big Bro? Or I mean, I guess little. I’m from further in the future than you are, I think,” he laughs. “Still gonna be my older brother, even if you’re a perpetual pain in my ass by the time the mid-2020s roll around.” 

Throwing an arm around his brother’s shoulder, Alex grins as he pulls him close. “Have you had your first beer yet? Because I’ll gladly have that with you now. I can grab a second one from the fridge in a second. Been lifting off Logan’s stash, he hasn’t seemed to figure out it’s me yet.”

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Been wanting to do my version of Alex for quite awhile,finally got a piece of time and inspiration to do it!

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j-hudson-wolvie:

Jimmy was staring up at the ceiling when the thought crossed his mind. “Jesus Christ, what did people used to do for hobbies in this time? I mean, between eating, training, and seeing what’s on TV, I don’t see how everyone in the 70′s didn’t die of boredom.”

“Well there’s always drinking!” Alex calls out from around the bottle of beer pressed against his lips. Or as he does often walking and hiking. “Or you know, tons of trails around here, good for hiking and stuff. But I’ve mainly relegated myself to drinking and working out. Nothing much else to do, else you mess up the timestream.”

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When did Alex become so mean?

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@scottxsummercyclops​ love me?

Alex walks into the common area with a beer in hand and almost immediately spots Scott. A much younger Scott, one who at this point in his life would assume Alex had died in the plane crash if he remembers it all correctly. Walking over to the TV that was quite obviously being ignored, Alex turns the dial to turn it on, and quickly finds a channel that’s suitable. Not that he remembers this, but he does remember Scott in his own time telling Alex about it when they were older. Taking the seat next to him, the blond leans back as he takes a sip of beer. 

“Remember when dad used to make us watch all those episodes of Star Trek with him? Always talking about how space was the next big thing?” the blond asks, not averting his eyes from Kirk’s monologue for even a second.

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perils of following me include (but are not limited to) feels, f-bombs (lots of them) and untagged WIP angst when I am sulkily avoiding bed because I don’t want it to be tomorrow. 

ps - referenced from this gifset.  compare the art to the gifs if you want to get an idea of how I use references.

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So I am just going to echo my sentiments from before: We’ve seen a t-shirt, a mug and a BATHROBE for crying out loud.  How much of his own merch does Clint wear?  I have theorised that it shows up (because he’s licensed, and so he gets boxes of samples and such) and if it fits (or he can put coffee in it) he wears it (or drinks coffee out of it, or on infamous occasion utters the words ‘Would it be better or worse if it had Captain American on it instead of, erm, me?  I mean you tell me, I don’t know how it got in my wallet but I have a really fucking good idea and I am going to kill her….’) 

Having said that I have to give mad props to madmaudlingoes for this really epic hilarious take on events.

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You either take the lead or cover your brother. Make your choice.

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Officially dubbing them dumpster bros after i’m sure countless times both have been tossed in dumpsters post-battle. 

At some point they probably spotted each other and decided to treat themselves to slushies 

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