#avengers are competitive

[burymeinblack2022]

putting croatia and switzerland playing after each other was hilarious like “mama i’m going to waaaaaaaaar” then right after ”i dont wanna go to war” was deadass like germany “i dont feel hate” followed by finland “put your middle fingers up” levels of iconic.... i ❤️ cinematic parallels

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 226

team charge got me feeling emotions

[weaselishmcdiesel]

ZIT YOUD BETTER TAKE THE WIN FOR GRUMBO!

[bellalove69420]

It's always Marvel or DC, why can't I be both?

Why can't I kin Bucky Barnes and Jason Todd?

Why can't I simp for Peter Parker and Tim Drake?

Why can't Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne both be my dad?

Let me be a Marvel and DC girly, please.

[buckrogers]

imagine steve walking into the bedroom with a vaguely puzzled look on his face: buck, did you just (consults his phone) ... boop me? bucky, in the process of hitting the button several more times so steve's phone buzzes angrily: (idly) yeah it's a thing the site is doing better check again I'm leaving you in the dust, rogers

[ballisterboldheart]

po could have beaten thanos

[nesbiter]

If Mob doesn't win the autism swag competition, I am going to cry

[dissociationswagcompetition]

@aroaceswagcompetition vs us in @ultimate-poll-tournament? More like Peace and Love on the Planet Earth

We can't even be mad if we lose, I'm literally arospec and ace and will HAPPILY lose to aroaceswag XDDD

[celluloidbroomcloset]

Steed: Bro, not only is my gun bigger than yours...I actually know how to use it.

[age-of-moonknight]

“Darkness at the Edge of Town,” Avengers Unlimited (Vol. 1/2022), Infinity Comic, #33.

Writer: Alex Segura; Artist: Jim Towe; Colorist: Andres Mossa; Letterer: Joe Sabino

[enbysiriusblack]

I'd kiss your lips if it brought you back,

but it won't.

so I'll burn the world down,

for you.

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Competition for a heart

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Chapter 4

AN: This chapter contains mentions of nerves and battles. Don't forget to vote in the poll here for the final pairing! Voting closes this coming Tuesday. Thank you in advance for voting.

Winston seemed to be satisfied with your response and he disappeared into the shadows once more leaving you alone with John who turned around and left the room.  Following John’s lead, you accompanied him back to the concierge desk where Charon was waiting for you.

Charon slid a key card across the desk.  “This will grant you access to your room and some of the training facilities for as long as you are able to stay.”

Your mind was still reeling a bit from the events at the Tower and your meeting with Winston so your voice was a bit shaky when you asked Charon what he meant by the last bit of his sentence.

“As you are no doubt aware, this hotel houses many types of clientele,” Charon paused and the meaning of the sentence began to become clearer, “while the rules of the Continental forbid business being conducted on the premises, there are no rules about business being conducted outside of the Continental.  Many of our clientele have a certain disregard for government officials and agents. As such for your own safety, you will be tested to ascertain your level of skill.”

“There’s always something,” you groaned mentally when Charon finished speaking.  You also heard the other unspoken part of his sentence, “if you’re not up to our standards, you’ll be asked to leave.”

“Is there any chance that I’ll know when the test is going to occur before it occurs and what the test will involve?” You asked.

Charon shook his head with a faint smile, “To inform you about what the test entails would defeat the purpose.”

“That doesn’t exactly help with my nerves.”

“If I may offer a word of advice?” Charon questioned.

“Yes please.”

“If half of the stories that I have heard about you are true, then you should not worry about the test.  When you are in the midst of battle, you do not have time to dwell on the what-ifs or your doubts.  You simply need to do your best at that moment.”

Feeling some of the tension in your stomach abate, you smiled at Charon, “Thank you.”

Charon inclined his head, “John, would you like to show (Name) to her room?  I have no doubt that today’s events have taken a toll.”

“Of course,” John’s velvety voice startled you because you had forgotten that he was there.  At a leisurely pace, John walked through the Continental with you closely behind him.  There were some occupants of the Continental who openly expressed their surprise at seeing John such as a heavily tattooed man who upon glimpsing John walking down the corridor, retreated into his room.  The door locked with an audible click.

Other inhabitants of the Continental were more subtle when they saw John.  Many of them looked between you and John with blank expressions and slightly narrowed eyes.  A few of them did double takes at how calm you seemed to be in John’s company.

You and John walked down a few more corridors and up one more flight of stairs before he stopped in front of a door.  “This is your room,” he explained, tapping his key card onto the card reader, “you’ll find a bathroom fully equipped with towels, shampoo, soap, and some clothes waiting for you as well as a bed.”

“A shower sounds great right now,” you groaned wistfully before the last part of John’s sentence sunk in, “how did the clothes get here?”  You thought it was better to ask that question now and then you resolved to ask the second question on your mind about whether the clothes would be the right size for you.

John’s answer was a simple word, “Winston.”

Realising that that answer would be the only one you would get on the subject and giving in to the temptation to have a shower, you thanked John and made your way inside the room.  You took extra care to lock the door behind you before making your way into the bathroom.

You stayed in the shower for a while after you’d finished washing yourself, letting the water run down your skin and occasionally adjusting the temperature so that the hot water could soothe your sore and tired muscles. 

Eventually, you decided that you needed to finish your shower and you wrapped yourself in one of the towels provided.  The towel was soft and fluffy.  It hung around your ankles as you walked towards the wardrobe, hoping to locate the clothing that John mentioned.

As you opened the wardrobe, your jaw dropped.  There was a large variety of clothing in the wardrobe and the items of clothing all looked like they were very expensive.

“This stuff is the type of clothing that Tony would be familiar with,” you thought as you examined the clothing before selecting a few clothing options that would allow you to move quickly and with flexibility, just in case Winston’s test occurred sooner rather than later.  You did your best to ignore the pang of worry that shot through you as you thought about Tony and wondered what had happened to your friends and teammates.

Just as you were contemplating curling up in the bed, resting your head on what looked like several soft pillows, and taking a nap, there was a knock at the door.  Your hand shot out and grabbed one of the coat hangers from the wardrobe to arm yourself before you remembered Winston’s words about no business being conducted in the Continental.

The knocking continued as you returned the coat hanger to its original position and padded over to the door.  You peered out of the peephole to see John balancing a tray of food, two plates, and some cutlery in one hand and with a raised fist on the other side of the door.

A smile crossed your face as you unlocked the door and stepped to the side to let him in.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like to eat so here’s a bit of everything,” John explained, “I hope that’s okay.”

You nodded, “It’s more than okay,” you said as you closed and locked the door behind him, “thank you.”

“Some habits are just a bit too hard to shake, aren’t they?” John asked rhetorically when he heard the lock click.  You had a feeling he was also referring to the fact that your first instinct when you heard the knocks on your door to arm yourself.

John placed the tray of food onto a small table and sat down at the other end of it as he waited for you.  The mouth-watering smell of the food wafted over to you and your stomach gurgled in response.

Once you had sat down, John spooned some of the different types of food onto your plate and offered it to you.  You accepted the plate of food and seconds later, John handed you some cutlery before spooning some of the food onto his plate.

“Just before we start to eat, I should warn you that Charon is quite meticulous when it comes to keeping areas tidy.  It took a great deal of time for me to convince him to let me bring this food to you.  We may need to vacuum the area after we eat.”

You were about to reply that that wasn’t a problem and then you saw the amusement dancing in John’s gaze as he waited for you to realise that he was joking.  A laugh bubbled out of you but you still made sure that you were careful as you loaded bits of the food onto your fork.

The food was delicious and you stretched out on the floor after you had finished eating.  You felt the need to say something to John and you debated with yourself about what you wanted to say for a while before settling on thanking John for the food again and telling him that it was delicious.

“It’s good to hear that you enjoyed my cooking,” John replied.

A thousand thoughts bounced around your mind at his confession.  You meant to ask why he had decided to cook dinner for you but you stumbled over the words.  John waited patiently as you tried again.

“Why did you cook dinner for me?  We only officially met today.”

“Because I’ve been where you are now and I didn’t want you to go through that alone,” John answered.

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[natsbaby]

Lowkey glee hits different watching it as an adult

[evilhorse]

It’s not a competition, T’challa.

[aquarri]

love my little funny show