#aou!steve rogers

[soliloquent-stark]

'not a perfect soldier, but a good man.'

chris evans in captain america: the first avenger (2011) and avengers: age of ultron (2015)

marvel parallels 3/?

[avengerscompound]

Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, & Steve Rogers Avengers: Age of Ultron

[meidui]

[lnsfawwi]

CACW brainrot again cus I just rewatched the movie

when Steve dropped that shield, I think it's more than just a fuck you to Tony and CA symbol. put that scene into context: Tony said "you don't deserve that shield. my father made that shield." and they just watched the tape of the Winter Soldier murdering Howard and Maria Stark.

Steve wasn't just choosing Bucky over the Avengers, he was choosing Bucky over the past - a past he used to be unable to expel from his mind. He was a man out of time, he missed his past, his very much dead friends so much he was isolated, didn't make new friends, he visited his own museum just to see his dead old pals.

we often talk about what Peggy's death means and what Steve renouncing the shield means, but the role of Howard is often overlooked. by including HS, Steve in CACW completely cut ties with 'the good old time' that wasn't Bucky (I'd say he still misses the Howlies but they never have any recognition post catfa...). Again I think it reiterates the theme of CACW which is 1. Steve would choose Bucky over anyone (eps. some colleague he never liked) and 2. he has moved on from 'the man out of time' because he's found his home in first and foremost Bucky, and in members of team cap.

[sittingbehindaplasticbag]

The fact that Steve Rogers can't pay a flat at Brooklyn (Avengers AOU) and Sam can't pay to fix the boat (FATWS) proves that they clearly aren't paid enough for the job they have.

[frodo-sam]

CHRIS EVANS as Steve Rogers in THE AVENGERS: Age of Ultron (2015)

[mcufam]

AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON (2015)

[gay-jewish-bucky]

I want to live in the universe where Joss Wheadon (who hates Bucky) didn't direct AoU, and Steve's actual worst nightmare was what was originally storyboarded, and was the trauma he had from the war, his horror over what Bucky endured, and the guilt he feels for not searching for him after he fell from the train.

[aintinacage]

You’re all killers.

William Shakespeare’s Avengers (Part 16/?)

[brightnote]

Does Maria Hill have a Captain America poster in her Stark Industries office?

because that's really cute! they really did push the Maria/Cap admiration narrative in AOU and I love it because I believe it is wholly platonic.

(it could also just be some room, who knows)

[buckypascal]

Happy 104th 107th Birthday, Steven Grant Rogers || (July 4th, 1918)

[avengerscompound]

Chris Evans as Steve Rogers Avengers: Age of Ultron

[theconstantsidekick]

Avengers: Age Of Ultron ft. Static (1) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader (just a sprinkle)

Genre: Fluff with hidden angst.

Summary: The Avengers decide to party in the middle of which Tony and Natasha discuss his sister's embarrassing love life with the Golden Boy.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking.

a/n: I couldn't help myself. I have no idea why I think this is funny. Dedicated to @buckrecs cause she was wayyyy too kind and gave me a shoutout!

Captain America: Civil War (ft. Static) | Series Masterlist | The Avengers (ft. Static) | Captain America: The Winter Soldier (ft. Static) | Static Verse Masterlist

“A little birdy told me your Brooklyn boy���s been looking for a new place.”

They’re at the farewell party. Both Stark siblings are safely tucked in a corner at the bar, looking over at the guests with warm eyes and warmer throats, CAUSE OOH! The whiskey might be smooth going down but doesn’t make feel you any less hot.

She rolls her eyes. “Sam told you that?” She cocks her brow in question, “He voluntarily shared that information with you?” 

“Maybe he did,” Tony shrugs. “Or maybe I overheard him while I was passing by.”

“While you were snooping,” she corrects him.

Leaning her back against the bar top by her elbows, he’s gotta admit; his sister never fails to surpass him stylistically. She’s wearing a gorgeous green dress and looking ethereal, as per usual.

“I admit to no such thing,” He counters from where he’s standing next to her, facing somewhere halfway between her and the party ahead.

“You just did,” she bites back.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“DID TOO!”

“DID NOT! Take it up with my lawyer!”

She rolls her eyes again in mock offense but the small upturn of her lips gives her away. 

He smiles too. Then back to the point he goes. “Why don’t you ask him to move in with you?” Tony suggests.

“You think you’re the first person to come up with that bright idea, Stark?” She asks with the utmost discontent and a cocked eyebrow. 

Yeah, no. Tony’s not taking her shit on this one. “Okay, smartass. Be nicer and answer politely.”

Sighing, she throws her head back in a kind of defeat he’s not used to seeing on her. “I already offered, he declined.”

“How’d you ask?” That shit really fucking matters… he may or may not be speaking from experience. “Maybe you didn’t do it right.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean? You think I don’t know how to ask my boyfriend if he’d like to move in with me?”

He shrugs again, dubious. “You’ve never actually had a serious relationship before this… maybe you did it wrong.”

“I didn’t do it wrong!” She seems adamant, he thinks.

He needs to be sure though.

“But what if you did?”

“My god, Stark! I did it perfectly well. And his answer was clear; he is not interested,” she answers, frustration clear in her voice.

“But what if it went over his head?” Leaning in closer, he whispers, “The old timer is older than—” He decides against finishing that sentence, instead opting to point towards her with his eyes. “You catch my drift?” 

“Stark,” it’s a warning.

As if warnings work on him.

She didn’t even call me ‘Anthony’, he thinks. Easy territory.

So, undeterred he continues, “You should be straight forward. Go up to him, say, ‘Hey, cuddle pie, I know you’re looking for a place (on account of your long lost best friend coming back from the dead destroying your old one) and I, coincidentally, happen to have one! So you should move in.” 

“Tony I—”

Cutting her off with a wave, he confesses, “The cuddle pie thing is a little weird, I’ll admit that but the rest is fair enough. Come on! What’s the worst that can happen?”

“He could say no… which he did.” 

“That’s why I’m suggesting that you try it my way—”

“Dude!” She cuts him off, loudly. “That is EXACTLY what I said—verbatim… which, by the way, is really weird that you guessed it to a T.” Squinting, she mumbles almost to herself, “Maybe we spend too much time together.”

“Too late to worry about that now,” once again he waves his hand, dismissing her concerns, focused completely on the dumpster fire in front of him. “You said that? Exactly that?” She just nods in response. “And?”

“He said no.”

“What were his exact words?” He’s fucking curious. More than that monkey George ever was. This is curious stuff. Come on.

She stands up straighter, puffs up her chest, pretending to be the star-spangled man himself. “‘I really appreciate the offer, but I kinda like living in Brooklyn… and I wouldn’t want to impose.’”

Tony stares at her for a second. His hand slowly comes to cover his mouth in complete dismay. “Best case scenario? He really doesn’t want to move in with you… Worst case scenario? The man is beyond saving.”

She nods in agreement, “I mean, I think I would have taken it better if he just told me he doesn’t want to live with me.”

Tony tilts his head, nodding in confused agreement. “This was horrible. I am embarrassed on your behalf.”

“Share the burden with me, Stark. I need the assist.” Clinking their glasses together, they empty their respective drinks. 

“You sure sound like you do.” A voice chimes in from behind them.

“HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKS!” Both of them scream out in unison, turning to the intruder of conversations, and suffice it to say, there’s not an ounce of shock regarding who it is.

“How long have you been there??!” Tony asks, hand on his heart, trying to calm it down.

A completely unbothered Natasha answers, “Long enough to feel embarrassed on your behalf.” The woman is so unbothered, she doesn’t even look up from the drink she’s making for herself. “So what’s the plan now?”

Sighing, Y/n reaches over the bar and pours herself… that’s a double and a single, that’s a triple, fuck. She pours herself some (read; a lot) of whiskey. “I think the sane thing to do would be find his realtor, put an offer on whichever place he picks, and make sure he can’t get a place at all.” She drinks the whole thing in one fluid motion.

Natasha nods in agreement. “I can get his number.”

“I can put the offer,” Tony proposes.

“Or I could do the insane thing and have an actual conversation with him,” Y/n muses, pouring another drink and chugging it down as well.

“Talking has never solved anything,” Natasha claims at the same time as Tony asks, “Who’s ever found peace via a conversation?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Y/n agrees with a small smile.

“I must say, I never thought you could embarrass yourself,” Natasha comments, taking a sip of her drink.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n counters, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I hate to say it, but the woman’s got a point,” Tony takes the bottle from Y/n’s hands and pours himself a drink, just to break her cycle if nothing else. “I’ve never actually seen you being rejected before.”

Y/n levels both of them with an unimpressed look. “I’ve been rejected plenty.” She points to Natasha then, “Take this one for instance. She’s been rejecting me since day 1.”

Natasha just smiles.

“Let me amend my statement,” Tony offers, leaning closer to the bar top. “I’ve never actually seen you being defeated before… You take your rejections in stride.”

“This one’s different,” Y/n answers simply.

“How so?” Natasha asks, taking another sip of her drink.

“Cause it’s Steve—?” Y/n throws her hands up on confusion. Huffing she tries again, “I don’t know. It feels… I don’t understand. I don’t understand him.” She snatches the bottle from Tony’s hand and man if that doesn’t leave him with war flashbacks from his 21st birthday. “There are days—days where he looks at me and I can tell he feels at home… Like he’s found a piece of home? Maybe? I don’t know… But then there are other days where he looks at me and I can tell he doesn’t want to get any closer than we already have. Like there is something holding him back.”

There is silence. 

Then both Natasha and Tony speak up at the same time, almost talking over each other. “Talking about this major issue in your relationship is obviously not the solution,” she says, while Tony comments, “Honest conversations are a trap made by Satan himself! I forbid it!”

Smiling a little, Y/n looks at them. “Don’t act all high and mighty like either of you are any better than me,” she accuses, pointing from one to other.

And, what blasphemy does this woman speak! Tony’s a star honest converser.

“I absolutely am better than you! My girlfriend does live with me,” Tony bites back.

Which is instantly followed by Natasha’s defence. “No, no, no. This is exclusively a Stark siblings issue—” both Starks’ oncoming arguments are cut off before they even begin. “I have my fair share of faults but this is not one of them.”

Apparently that makes Y/n scoff. “Oh yes yes. Both of you are exemplary examples of talking feelings. I mean it’s not like—” she looks at Tony, “—you ever lied to your girlfriend about slowly being poisoned to death by the palladium in your chest.” Then her eyes turn to Natasha, “And of course you lovingly serenade everyone to sleep so they can avoid their big, bad, green anger management issues.”

The three of them stare at each other in silence for a few seconds. 

And then,

“I think Sam’s the one who got Steve his realtor; I’ll get his contact information,” Natasha offers.

“I’ll go tell my staff to start making aliases so we can put down counter offers,” Tony says.

With that both of them walk away, scattering in different directions. 

Y/n nods to herself, triumphant with a smirk. “That’s what I thought.”

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[meidui]

oh to have steve rogers catch you in his arms and tell you "i got you! just look at me!" and pull you to safety

[icalledhimpietro]

Me busting into every Avenger's house demanding to know what their excuse is for not being there for Wanda

Then proceeding to slam open the doors of a nursing home and catch that star spangled son of bitch's eye

Steve's old ass just eating his jello:

[i-writes-things]

Time heals Nothing.

Wanda&Pietro x sister!reader

summary: Quick snippets of times through the years. Wanda and Pietro's little sibling.

Warnings: Mentions of a death, yelling, crying.

Not my Gifs*

“Wands! Wanda, look at me!!” When you noticed her, finallyi, looking over at you, you did your trick with your powers. Wanda exclaimed how amazed she was and picked you up. Giggling in her arms Wanda nuzzled herself close to you, taking in the innocent laughter of her little sister. The moment wasn’t interrupted but rather added onto when Pietro came in, with icecream bars he had sneaked from the higher ups kitchen.

“P, we could get in serious trouble,”

“They wouldn’t be able to prove it. I am just too fast.”

“PIETRO Спасибо!” Thank you You shouted at him and gave his leg a hug, while still munching on your ice cream.

“Shhh…” Pietro chuckled. “I might be fast, but they have ears on us like you wouldn't believe.”

“Не делай” Don’t Wanda warns. The older siblings both have done their best to keep Y/n from knowing about the trauma from where they really are and why.

Pietro rolls his eyes, “Хорошо, хорошо” Okay, okay He bent down to Y/n and said “Всегда вместе” Always together

“Всегда вместе” You repeated and licked your ice cream with a smile.

--

Eight years later

“Нет. Какого черта. Они враги. Что они с тобой сделали? Всегда вместе, не так ли?” No. What the hell. They are enemies. What did they do to you? Always together, aren’t we? You say. Is this real? It can't be.

“Извини. Я сожалею. ГИДРА не спасет мир. Альтрон - плохой парень. Малыш, пойдем с нами. Это безопасно.” I'm sorry. I'm sorry. HYDRA will not save the world. Ultron is a bad guy. Baby, come with us. It's safe. Taking a step back, your mind races for answers. They must be brainwashed. They wouldn't be like this. This isn't my brother and sister.

“No.” You switched to English. So the American’s could hear. “They are the unearthly demons and monsters that will kill you. Stab you in the back,” Steve held Natasha back from attacking you. “Почему ты должен идти?” Why should you go? You took a step back, “Всегда вместе?” Always together?

“Мы будем. Приходите, у нас не так много времени.” We will. Come, we don't have much time. You couldn’t take it. You looked into their eyes, trying, hoping that this wasn’t them. The ground seemed to be interesting to you, as you shook your head. Tears welled up in your eyes at the thought.

“Y/n-”

“Нет, просто иди.” No, just go.

“Что? What?

“Yeah. Go be with your American friends. Do not worry of me. I will just be here. Saving the world. Я думал, что мы сделаем это вместе?” I thought we’d do that together? You walked out. How could they? How could they leave you? They said forever. Your cheeks started turning red. They said always. Your fists slowly closed as you stormed down the hall.

2 weeks later

You find that while the Americans won. They still killed your brother. You go with Wanda. And lash out any chance possible at America’s sweethearts. Wanda tells you to be nice, but you never are. You only go places with Wanda. And if she’s not with you, your powers are at the ready. She talks you into going back to New York with her. It was only because the town you we're currently in was falling apart and over 100,000 miles in the air. Your home town. It was all gone. The Avengers destroyed your life and so you were more than ready to make their's a living hell. Wanda tried to get you to be civil with them, but there had already been eight windows cracked and three walls with Tony, Hulk and Natasha sized holes in them. It was only the first week. Steve even found a few smoke detectors, broken, lying in the hall ways.

“I don’t belong here, Wands. I’ll be okay on my own.”

“Y/n, I need you here.” She cried. “I can’t lose both of you.”

“You have Vision.”

“But I need you."

You stayed. Only for him though. For Pietro.