Tony is full-term and on full bed rest. He's also nesting, and not being able to get up and clean in preparation for the baby is driving him crazy. So, Steve tells him to make him a honey-do list of all the things he wants done.
steve saying absently on missions “can you hear that?” and getting strange looks and shrugs from the other avengers, and learning that no, they can’t, maybe you’re crazy, and slowly he stops asking. the high pitched buzzing of surveillance equipment, the ringing that explosives leave behind are his alone to bear. and then bucky showing up and one day while steve’s trying to ignore the terrible static coming from some machine, bucky cocks his gun and says “what the fuck hell is that godawful noise?” and the relief, that steve feels, the delirious relief. he’s not crazy, he’s not losing it; bucky can hear it too
idk man, i just wanna write a fic that someone reads obsessively at 3am. a fic that someone loses sleep to finish because just one more chapter and tries to give multiple kudos. a fic that people will leave a comment on every chapter. i want to write a fic that people will recommend to others, that they think nails the characterization and relationship dynamic. i want to write someone’s comfort fic, someone’s favorite fic, or someone’s fic they read when they want to re-read something. i want to be that fic writer. i want to write that fic.
he was one of the few people inside before the ceremony watching tony's farewell message and then he stood right behind his actual wife and daughter and two oldest friends at the ceremony because they meant that much to each other and he wasn't standing next to anyone because there's no other relationship comparable to theirs
This was the part 2 I had in mind after I posted this…on Valentine’s Day HAHAHA I’M SORRY I LEFT TONY HANGING FOR THREE MONTHS. (I swear, Steve was on time!!! It’s just me who dropped the ball!)
I think so many people in fandom come with a talent in hand: writing, drawing, computer coding, gif making, etc etc…and we fail to recognize that everyone has to start somewhere.
Today, I started somewhere.
When I was in elementary school, I was asked by one of my teachers what my hardest class was. I didn’t hesitate. “Art.”
I didn’t have a mean teacher or negative experiences - it was simply something I was bad at and never got.
With the help of a very lovely friend, I’ve begun an extraordinarily long journey into drawing digital fanart!
My first try looks like a five year old drawing with their non dominant hand, but you know what? I’ll take it.