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Carmen Farooq-Lane “When she was a child, she’d once seen a feather drift down down and touch lightly on the surface of a pond. The feather had not sunk... Instead, it had landed light as a butterfly, trembling enough to look alive...She was that feather.”

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Summary: Life carries on in the Avengers Tower. You make new friends, and certain friendships starts to climb towards something more.

Warnings: None.

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A/N: I MIGHT HAVE WATCHED SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING LAST WEEK AND IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN RIDICULOUSLY GOOD AND I MIGHT HAVE GOTTEN MY ALREADY CRITICAL CRUSH ON TOM HOLLAND QUADRUPLED (FUCK SPELLING IDK) AND YEAH SO THAT’S THAT *intense, internal, screaming*

(Also, don’t even get me started on how cheesy my summaries always are...) So, I’m posting once again, trying to makeup for being away by posting my most requested thing ever, which is Home Part 5, if you didnt get that.

Hope you enjoy, please tell me what you think and comment “Steve “Pimp Daddy” Rogers” if you read this cause I honestly, fucking, doubt people read my A/N’s.

She crossed the lounge, her bare feet barely making a sound against both the areas of wooden floorboards and those of polished concrete. The Stark Industries shirt she was wearing reached her mid thighs. They were practically all she had worn since moving in, considering the massive amount that had been stocked in her wardrobe as she had gotten her room, she could grab a new shirt every day for a month at least.

“Morning.” Her head snapped to the sound of a voice, spotting T'Challa in an armchair by the wall of windows with a newspaper held in his lap. She opened her mouth to reply but was caught of guard upon realizing she didn’t know whether to greet him in royal fashion or not, which in case of it, she was screwed. She had no idea how to greet royalty. Your liege? Your highness? Instead of saying anything, she found herself stuttering upon nothing, her mind blank. “Ms. Banner?”

“Of course. I- I’m sorry. Yes, morning.” She blurted out, causing T'Challa to laugh lightly and fold the newspaper together.

“I do not bite, despite the characteristics of my mantel… You don’t have to be nervous.” He assured with a subtle yet warm smile as he could tell how uncertain and shy she was. “You can call me T'Challa. There is no need for formalities between friends.”

“Then you can call me Y/N.” She bartered quickly, trying to gather her bravery and ease her nerves.

“As you say.” T'Challa bowed his head respectfully and left a moment of silence before changing the subject. “You’re up early. People your age have an international habit of sleeping a lot longer. Our mutual friend, Mr. Parker, is making for an extraordinary example this morning.”

The way he talked was almost fascinating to her. He was well educated and equally as well mannered, his choice of words chosen deliberately each time. It was a nice change compared to the shallow vocabularies of the people she most often conversed with. “I find my productivity to be at its highest in the morning. That, and I also very much dislike to sleep the day away.”

“Fair reasons.” T'Challa smiled, noticing how Y/N adapted her own choice of words in his presence and liking the small touch. He too found the vocabularies of those around him to be boring and the people themselves to often be a bit slow minded. It was nice to see that Y/N enjoyed a diverse, witty yet formal conversation in the same way that he did. “Are you on your way to the kitchen for breakfast?”

“I am. Care to join me?” She was brave enough to ask him. T'Challa smiled even wider, impressed of her courtesy as well as noticing the newfound bravery she had just noticed herself.

“It would be my pleasure.” He assured and rose from his seat, joining to walk alongside her to the kitchen across their current floor.

“Do you have any plans for today, or perhaps tomorrow?” She began their conversation, taking a left down a short hallway before a quick right turn into the sleek kitchen, which had been decorated with multiple breakfast choices made by the hired chef.

“Not anything out of the ordinary. Mr. Stark and I will be joining in a meeting to discuss the new yet continuous connection between Wakanda and the United States, more specifically the collaboration between the Black Panther and I with the Avengers. If I find any time for it, I would enjoy some simple time to merely relax. How about yourself? If I were to guess I believe you will spend as much time reveling in Tony’s resources and your new workplace as you can?”

“I would say that’s far more a statement of what will happen rather than a guess.” She commented humorously with a slight smile, following T'Challa’s lead and grabbing a plate off the counter. It was her first breakfast as she had been so late for school the day before. It was difficult to believe that breakfast looked like that every morning. In her eyes, it was a five star buffet. “But yes, if nothing else comes in the way, I will be found in my workshop for the majority of the weekend.”

“More people should have such productive and awarding hobbies. What are other things you have worked on? I overheard Stark and your father speaking of a generator of yours?”

They made their way to the long table, taking a seat in front of one another. “Nothing very spectacular, considering what I’d like to think I’m capable of. I did build a robotic vacuum a couple of years ago to not have to vacuum the floors myself. I designed a program in eight grade to scan physical notes and convert them into digital documents, adapting it to fit my own handwriting specifically.”

“I would not label those things as unspectacular. I can only imagine how low the number of individuals at that age with the capability of creating those things is… I’m sure your guess of that number is very close to my own.” T'Challa began to peel an orange, placing the cloves on his plate just as Y/N swallowed her bite of scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Maybe, but like I said, compared to what I think I’m capable of myself, they are nothing spectacular.”

“Then why have you not built something to match your level of competence? If what you have built so far is unremarkable compared to what you potentially could make, I am very intrigued.”

“I’ve never had the resources. School has granted me multiple opportunities to build and create, but I’m only allowed to do so within their guidelines. They do not fund personal usage of their materials and tools, and I couldn’t afford it on my own. This is the first time in my life where I have been given the possibility to show what I’ve got.” She smiled, realizing the truth to her own words and the meaning behind them. She really did have her first chance to create all the things her heart had wanted to over the years of suppressing them. The thrill of that fact alone was enough to cause an involuntarily smile to spread across her face.

“I say you should seize the moment then. Life is far too short to let opportunities slip away from us. Knowing Stark and your father the little that I do, I have a strong feeling they will do everything they can to make your, engineering, dreams come true.” T'Challa advised, surprising Y/N with the wise words in the same way that Steve had when seeing her in her lab only seven hours before.

“Then I shall.” Y/N replied, the two of them coming to an understanding at that moment of their respective like of the academic tone and their efforts to keep it going simply for the enjoyment.

“Hey? Good morning.” Bruce entered the kitchen, furrowing his brows slightly out of surprise at the same time as he hinted a smile from finding his daughter so casually talking with T'Challa. He was glad to see her shy side subsiding and to see her become more and more comfortable around the team. He knew all too well she had it tough with friends. If she couldn’t make any her own age, he was glad that the ones she made was on the team. Despite bickering amongst them, the Avengers were good people. “I was sure you wouldn’t wake up until at least another hour or two considering how late you stayed up last night.”

“Six hours of sleep is just the right amount for me. Besides, with the bed I now have, six hours of sleep might as well be twelve. It’s level of comfort is nearly ridiculous.”

“Level of comfort?” Bruce questioned, not recognizing her intellectual way of speaking. T'Challa smiled to himself as he looked between Bruce’s confusion and Y/N’s reddening cheeks, remaining quiet.

“I mean… It’s just super comfy.” Y/N changed quickly and flashed an awkward smile towards her father. “Anyway, you wanna join us?”

“I’m sorry but I’ve already eaten. If I would have known you were such an early bird, I would have waited.” Bruce smiled back apologetically, already regretting having confessed to eating and wishing he would have just had a second meal instead. Sadly, he had things he needed to do. Yet another round of breakfast simply wasn’t something he had time for. “If you need something, anything, you’ll find me up in Tony’s workshop. Friday can help you there.”

“I think I’ll be alright. Thank you though. I’ll see you later.” She subtly implied in her voice that she was ending the conversation, in a way asking Bruce to leave as she knew he was most likely in a hurry. The only reason he was sticking around was because he was worried about her, which was absolutely unnecessary.

“Alright then... Could you maybe watch her back, T'Challa? Make sure she’s okay?” Bruce turned towards the king, unable to judge Y/N’s level of capability and feeling uneasy for leaving by herself.

“I think Y/N is perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but for the sake of your worrying, I promise to keep an eye on her.” T'Challa assured before Bruce left with a parting nod and flashing a smile towards his daughter.

“You really don’t-”

“I am fully aware you do not need me to breathe down your neck.” T'Challa cut her off with an almost playful smile. “You’re a grown woman, and if anyone can get by in this place, I believe it’s you. You father has yet to adjust to how mature you’ve become, that’s all. I would not take that personally if I were in your shoes.”

“Thank you.” She bowed her head down subtly. “And like I said before, I simply plan to spend the day in my workshop.”

“And that is truly a place where I am not needed, at least not to be your personal caregiver. However, I must confess that you are much more pleasant company than most others around here. If you are ever in the mood for conversation, do not hesitate to seek me out.” T'Challa said truthfully. He had been slightly judgmental when he first encountered her two days prior, he could admit that to himself. She had been so quiet and shy he had drawn the immediate conclusion she was also dull. That was his mistake which he had happily had proven wrong.

“I would say that goes both ways.” She confessed, mentally beaming with excitement for the fact that she was speaking to a king. It sounded so impossible yet it was completely true.

“And there he is.” Tony entered the room with his hands gestured at T'Challa, interrupting the conversation and turning towards Y/N. “Morning, Banner. I see you’ve made a wise choice in who to befriend around here. Royal connections can always be useful.”

Y/N found herself at a loss of words again, not knowing how to respond to the exploit that Tony jokingly insinuated. “I’m not- I was just-”

“Ignore him... The rest of us do.” T'Challa said whilst rising from his seat.

“Ouch.” Tony said theatrically. “Well, that hurt.”

“I figured you would be used to it by now.” T'Challa smiled, clearly not as intimidated by Tony as Y/N was. “I take it you’re here to get me for the conference?”

Tony sighed, giving up the previous subject and forcing himself to settle with not having the last word. “You know me so well.”

“Alright. I hope I will see you later then, Y/N. Perhaps for dinner?” T'Challa turned towards the quiet teen, who felt at a loss of words again and sensed yet another stutter claw its way up her throat, butshe made a simple yet quick recovery.

“Of course.” She assured with a smile which the king happily returned. Tony looked between them, confused by the formality and understanding glances shared mutually between them, but he was far too tired to question it.

Y/N watched them leave the kitchen, Tony grabbing a paper cup of coffee on his way out. She turned her focus to her breakfast which had practically gone untouched whilst T'Challa had occupied her with talking. She grabbed the fork and hungrily dove into the delicious meal, but wasn’t left alone for long. To her luck, it was a very sleepy Peter Parker who dragged himself into the kitchen, and she would not pause her eating for him.

“You look sleepy.” She stated with her mouth full, catching Peter’s eyes as he looked over at her.

“How are you up so early?” He asked with a husky voice and furrowed brows. “Let me rephrase that… How are you up so early and how do you seem so fine with that?”

She chuckled and almost coughed at her food which threatened to slip down the wrong throat. “I never gave in to the urge to sleep for longer once I came into my teens and eventually it went away. I’m fine now. Six hours of sleep is just right.”

“Just hearing that number makes me nauseous.” He confessed, starting to pile his plate with a bit of everything that was offered. “I need at least nine, preferably ten to eleven.”

“But you sleep half your day away?” She argued, not understanding how someone could be fine with that.

“And still I found myself bored to death from having nothing to do four days out of seven… I don’t need more time. Some days I almost need less.”

“What about school nights? You go to bed at eight? I find that very unlikely.” She took a sip of her orange juice, her eyes following Peter as he came to sit at the table, taking what previously had been T'Challa’s seat.

“Of course I don’t.”

“Then you’ve kind of lost me…” She admitted, a bit confused which seemed to be a mutual feeling considering Peter’s, deeply furrowed, brows.

He groaned, waving his hand in front of him like ushering her away, but more accurately trying to usher the subject away. “Just let it go. I’m too tired to talk about it.”

“Too tired to talk about sleep? Now that’s a first.” She chuckled, finding it far too amusing to tease Peter whilst he was so out of it.

“Yeah, yeah…” He groaned again before his features softened out, his eyes focusing at nothing as of thinking about something, his ears suddenly turning red. “Hey, you… You wouldn’t happen to, you know, have a date for, ehm… For homecoming?”

Her eyes widened slightly, taken back by the question and what she believed he was indicating. “I- no… I don’t usually tend to go to them…”

“Oh…” Peter swallowed his breath harshly, the red in his ears creeping to his cheeks and his eyes dropping to his lap almost disappointingly. “I just- never mind.”

“I mean…” She began, noticing how much the two of them were stuttering but being far too shy and insecure to change that fact. “If you’re going, I- I could go.”

He looked back up at her in a snap. “You wanna go with me?” He questioned, realizing he had added the “with” part of his own and wishing he could smoothly take it back to not scare her off.

“Uh… Yeah. That would be nice, actually.” She pulled her lips between her teeth, releasing them as she chuckled quietly. Peter watched her as she did not look at him, a hollow feeling in his stomach of thrill and excitement as he watched Y/N smile at their sudden yet settled date for the homecoming.

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THE 13 BEST MOVIES YOU DIDN'T SEE IN 2018

LAST YEAR, FOLKS in the US spent $11 billion going to the movies. Yet the bulk of those people, and those dollars, went to the mega-blockbusters—the Panthers, the Venoms, the Avengerseseses. Even though indies are getting a renaissance thanks to streaming services, there’s just not the same thriving middle-class that there was in decades past, and a ton of legitimately great films still don’t get in front of as many eyeballs as they should. So, fine, you let some smaller gems slip by; now’s your chance to make things right. Got a few free evenings over the holidays? Queue up these 2018 unsung heroes first.

Suspiria

Amazon Studios’ art-house horror flick did modestly well in its small theatrical run, but limited distribution meant it didn’t get the attention it deserved. Directed by Call Me By Your Name‘s Luca Guadagnino, the film is, on the surface, a remake of Dario Argento’s horror classic of the same name. But it’s also much, much more than that. (Star Tilda Swinton, who actually plays a few roles in the film, went so far as to refer to it as a cover version of Argento’s original.) Beautifully shot, with an appropriately haunting performance by Dakota Johnson, this Suspiria goes beyond the tale of a witch-run dance school by digging its nails into the many ways the past will forever haunt us. It’s not for everybody, but if you have an itch for something truly gruesome and mind-bending, this’ll scratch it. —Angela Watercutter

First Reformed

Here’s a sentence I never imagined myself writing in 2018: Ethan Hawke gave one of the best performances of the year. It’s not that I didn’t think he was capable; I just didn’t see him showing up in a dark eco-conscious Paul Schrader film wherein he plays an alcoholic priest trying to keep his sanity and his congregation together. And yet, here we are. Moody, existential and even a little bit ethereal, First Reformed is one of the year’s craziest headtrips—right down to the ohshitwhatthefuck? ending. It got a very limited theatrical run but has been playing free to Amazon Prime subscribers for a while now (as well as Kanopy). If you happen to be one—or even if you’re not—go watch it immediately. —A.W.

Shoplifters

I’ve tried half a dozen times to explain director Hirokazu Kore-eda’s teleportative tale—about an ad hoc family living in near-poverty in urban Japan—and failed in each instance. So instead, here’s what Shoplifters is not: mawkish (though it is deeply moving); downbeat (despite its character’s increasingly desperate turns); nor needlessly twisty (though the family’s backstory is full of slow-building surprises). Instead, it’s a lovely, quite funny accounting of ordinary people staring down extraordinary circumstances with pragmatism, wits, and sporadic joy. And, in a year full of movies that viewed tough realities with deep empathy—from Roma to First Reformed to First Man—it’s the denizens of Shoplifters that have lingered in my mind the longest: Wondering where they are now, hoping everything turned out OK. —Brian Raftery

Mandy

You know what sucks? The fact that so few movies today are confident enough to feature coked-out demon biker gangs, strange Jesus cults, and a truly off-the-leash Nicolas Cage. Luckily, though, there’s Mandy—director Panos Cosmatos’ movie starts with that grand trifecta and goes about a thousand steps further. Shot using lush nighttime colors that would make the Stranger Things crew jealous, the revenge tale follows Cage’s Red Miller as he goes searching for his girlfriend who has been taken in by the aforementioned cult. Explaining it any further would ruin the fun (it’s also kind of impossible), but rest assured it has one of the best eviscerations of fragile masculinity ever put onscreen. —A.W.

Miseducation of Cameron Post

If you were an indie movie fan in 1999, you remember a delightful little film called But I’m a Cheerleader. It starred RuPaul as an instructor at a gay conversion camp and Natasha Lyonne and Clea DuVall as two of the unfortunate souls sent there for “treatment.” The Miseducation of Cameron Post, based on Emily M. Danforth’s novel of same name, is a much, much less campy version of that. In it, Chloë Grace Moretz plays the titular Cameron, a teenage girl who gets sent off to a conversion camp after getting caught in the back of a car with another woman the night of her prom. Heartwarming and heartbreaking, director Desiree Akhavan’s adaptation of Danforth’s novel is as vital and necessary as Cheerleader was in the late-1990s. It just has fewer laughs. —A.W.

Matangi/Maya/M.I.A.

The last time you heard from (or about) agit-pop hitmaker M.I.A. it likely had something to do with her flying her middle finger at the Super Bowl or the term “truffle fries.”That was years ago, and a lot has changed in terms of how the public, and pop culture, treats its female artists. Well, maybe not a lot, but there’s been progress—and in Steve Loveridge’s documentary, the ways in which Maya Arulpragasam was mistreated and misunderstood couldn’t be more obvious. Built on archive footage and personal footage shot by the Sri Lankan artist over years and years, it creates a fuller picture of M.I.A. than any magazine profile or online hot take ever could. It might be a little late, but it’s also right on time. —A.W.

Shirkers

The set-up for Sandi Tan’s autobiographical Netflix doc sounds like something out of a pop-culture thriller: In 1992, Tan and two other bright, outsidery teenage girls decided to make a semi-surrealist feature film in their home country of Singapore. They were aided by a mysterious older American man who absconded with the footage—and then all but disappeared from their lives. Yet Tan’s story doesn’t involve tidy resolutions or shocking twists. Instead, Shirkers is actually something infinitely more compelling: A gorgeous-looking self-interrogation about creativity, power, and the strange twilight zone between adolescence and adulthood. It also contains the most succinct one-liner about ’90s alt-teen life I’ve ever heard: “When [we were] were 14,” Tan says of her pals, “we discovered unusual movies and unpopular music.” Decades later, they all reunited for a film more unusual and profound than they ever intended. —B.R.

Tully

Here’s the thing about Tully: It builds up to one really great twist. I won’t reveal it here, and maybe you’ll guess it before getting to the end anyway, but it’s a gut-punch. Before that happens, the setup is fairly simple. Marlo (Charlize Theron), a mother of three children, hires hip twentysomething Tully (Mackenzie Davis) as a nanny for her new baby. Over the course of weeks, Marlo and Tully become close and Marlo begins to yearn for the life she had when she was Tully’s age. Sounds dry, but this is a project from director Jason Reitman and writer Diablo Cody, a pair that has wrung blood, sweat, and tears out of domestic dramas (Juno, Young Adult) twice before—and does so double-time here. The quest to prolong youth while also raising children has never been so cuttingly portrayed. —A.W.

The Favourite

I truly thought that nothing could top Suspiria for the most haunting final moments of any film in 2018. I was wrong. Director Yorgos Lanthimos’ film about the love/hate triangle between Queen Anne of England (Olivia Colman) and her companions Lady Sarah Churchill (Rachel Weisz) and Abigail Masham (Emma Stone) ended on a note so unsettling, I’m still not done processing it weeks later. (I won’t spoil it, but I will say I’ll never look at rabbits the same way ever again.) Much like with his film The Lobster, Lanthimos’ latest lands somewhere in the gaps between drama and farce. It is, instead, a crooked glance at humanity’s relationship to power—the things people do to get close to it, to claim it, and to throw it away. In Lanthimos’ askew version of history, when Sarah’s relationship with the Queen is threatened by the arrival of her cousin Abigail, she does what she feels she must do to wrest back control and steer Queen Anne’s War to her liking. Anne, sensing the manipulation, grows closer to Abigail, only to realize her intentions might not be much better. It’s an unparalleled study in the utter lack of trust that accompanies being in charge, in the dread that comes with knowing those who seek your favor may never have pure intentions. It’s as bleak as it is laughable—and one of the most wonderfully weird tales to hit the screen this year. —A.W.

Annihilation

Director Alex Garland‘s adaptation of the first book of Jeff VanderMeer’s Southern Reach trilogy was easily one of the best dystopia films of 2018. It was also one of the year’s finest specimens of female badassery, featuring Natalie Portman, Tessa Thompson, Gina Rodriguez, and Jennifer Jason Leigh as a team sent on a expedition to find out why nature’s rules seem not to apply in the mysterious, government-protected space known as Area X. Haunting, unpredictable, and science-y (someone turns into a plant!), it was a whirlwind head trip—and a weird examination of what it means to exist. —A.W.

Eighth Grade

Even the title strikes fear in the hearts of anyone who didn’t have the easiest time walking the halls of their middle school/junior high. In writer-director Bo Burnham’s film, that uneasiest of times is compounded by the fact that it takes place in the modern world, where all insecurities are reinforced by un-Liked Instagram posts and unreceived Facebook invites. Heroine Kayla Day (Elsie Fisher) knows she’s on a pretty low rung in her school’s social hierarchy and with each new YouTube video she posts full of advice she doesn’t take, her story becomes more and more poignant, more and more real. And whether you grew up in the social media age or not, it’ll punch you in the heart—and make you glad you survived adolescence intact. —A.W.

Leave No Trace

Debra Granik, who every reviewer will remind you made a star out of Jennifer Lawrence with her film Winter’s Bone, pulled off another wrenching look at a family on the edges with this year’s Leave No Trace. When Will (Ben Foster) and Tom (Thomasin McKenzie)—a father-daughter pair who have been living off-the-grid outside Portland, Oregon for years—are arrested and put in the system, it tests their bond in new ways, and exposes Tom to a life unlike the one she’s lived with her father. Granik’s latest is almost deafening in how quiet it is, but its message about finding one’s place in the world is loud and clear. —A.W.

Three Identical Strangers

Were you surprised by the twist? What about the one after that? These are kind the kinds of questions folks ask you after seeing this documentary about three identical triplets who discover each others’ existence in their teenage years. At the time they found each other, they became America’s latest talk show feel-good story and national intrigue. Everything that happened after that, though, is so unbelievable it pushes all boundaries of credulity. It’s a Can you believe? story that quickly becomes an examination of heredity and (possible) corruption that goes beyond unbelievable into truly mind-boggling. —A.W.

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