#avengers reactions

[takenbypeter]

What Build A Bear They Get You And How They Surprise You With It

(Part two includes; Steven Grant, Thor, Matt Murdock, Ben Poindexter, and Scott Lang)

Part One

Steven Grant

Steven honestly wouldn’t even know where to start with this gift. He’d be so conflicted he’d just end up choosing an animal that he enjoyed or one that seemed like a unique option, like a sheep. The scent would no doubt be lavender and the sound would be him saying “love you, gators.” Which he know doubt rambled to the worker that that was just something he liked to say to which they just smiled and nodded. Steven would name It V because he’s Steven with a V.

Why did he get you this?

Steven got it because he felt like, why not? For one you deserve it. And for another he was just happy that you were together with him.

Thor

Thor would come in complaining how he couldn’t believe they had a Thor bear. Of course they had a few for other avengers but no, not him. He’d then take out a light brown fluffy bear with a Mjolnir hammer and he’d say this was the best he could find. You’d easily take it in arms squeezing it. The scent would be hot chocolate and the voice recording would be something bold or something jokingly like, “leave some squeezes for the actual me. Just kidding I love you.”

Why did he get you this?

He’s seen the logo before and had grown curious. Once inside he genuinely thought it was just a cute and fun idea and that you’d love it. Which he was completely right about. And he’d promise he’d bring you along next time.

Matt Murdock

Matt would end up choosing a dark brown bear. For the scent he’d pick s’mores. Because fire, delicious snacks, he likes the calming image that came to his head when he smelt the scent. He wouldn’t include a sound just taking the bear the way it was. And he’d also let you choose the name as well.

Why did he get you this?

Foggy actually suggested the idea. Said it would be viewed as “quite romantic of him,” so he took Matt in slightly against his will. Not going to lie he thought the idea was sort of silly but he was happy anyways when he heard the change in your heartbeat when you held the bear tight.

Ben Poindexter

Dex would get you a stuffed bear that’s exactly your favorite color and he’d get the exact scent that he knows you like. You like cotton candy? He got it! You like peach? he’ll put that in! But be sure that he already knows exactly what you like and that he’ll get it. Here’s the thing with Dex though, he’d get the color and scent you like but then have it wear a hoodie or have it dressed like him. He’d have it say a simple message like I love you. And he’d name it Dex so you could cuddle with him.

Why did he get you this?

Because he genuinely thought the idea was cute. He could literally imagine you with one. He’d think it’d also be cute to get mating ones so be sure that he’s making one for himself but giving it your name.

Scott Lang

He’d get you a raccoon. Why? You might ask. Well he was a thief, raccoons are known to be thieves. He thought it would be cute. The scent would be popcorn because Scott knows you’ll be snuggling the little guy while you’re watching movies. The sound he’d include would be simple, “have a great day and I love you.” He would be a little annoyed at himself because he had all day to plan things but that’s the best he could do on the spot. He’d give it a random silly name.

Why did he get you this?

You actually went with him and Cassie a week before and got one for her. There was a moment where he stood back and watched you and Cassie pick out what to get for her and he realized then that he wanted to get one for you. So it was more of an impulsive, I love you sort of thing.

[haveihitanerve]

Bruce makes it in time to get to Jason. But… is it enough to save him?

“Master Bruce-“ “I’m almost there Alfred.” Bruce bites back, almost breaking his wrist by how hard he twists the motorcycle accelerator. And he is. He can see the warehouse. Bruce lands, not even bothering to slow, leaping off the bike as it crashes into the trees and he sprints for the doors, terrified he’ll make it too late, that he won’t be fast enough for his son. The door slams open, Bruce not even bothering to check if it’s locked or not, just plowing it down, and hurries inside, spotting his son within a moment. Jason opens his eyes in surprise, mouth curving to form a perfect O. “Br- Batman.” He whispers, voice hoarse with disbelief. Bruce rushes to his side, cupping his cheek, cradling the boy- his boy, to his chest. “Jay. Jay bird. Jaylad. Hey firecracker. Hey bud.” Jason’s eyes fill with tears and Bruce does his best to wipe them away, to press a kiss to his son's forehead. “You came.” Jason whispers, tears clogging his throat. “Of course baby.” Bruce murmurs, rocking back and forth. “Of course I came, baby. I will always come for you. Always.” He presses another kiss to Jason’s head. “I love you son. I love you, I love you, I love you.” “I love you too-“ Jason rasps, but his eyes catch something on the wall behind him. “Dad, wait- the bomb-“ the explosion shakes the very earth, and Gotham seems to curl in on herself, screaming with a pain and rage that is unimaginable. In a basement cave in the middle of Gotham, a butler's hands go cold. A man, wearing a blue mask a city over, suddenly feels a chill sweep over him, and something inside him, probably his heart, feels like it’s been torn in two.

Their bodies are found, or at least what’s left of them, two days later, the larger man wrapped almost completely around the smaller, cradling his boy to his chest. Nightwing almost beats Joker to death and is only stopped by three others, all of which seem just as inclined to kill him, but resist. Gotham mourns, earthquakes shaking the ground, warehouses crumbling to dust, and Joker is found drowned in the harbor, the fishes whisper of a presence so old and strong even the biggest fish feared her, and Aquaman shudders. Gothamites mourn their fallen Prince and his adopted son, but Gotham mourns her prodigal sons, her children, her oldest and youngest, and cradles the last survivor to her chest, cloaking him in shadows and gifting him all the things she did not give the others, the things she thought they wouldn’t need so long as they had each other, the things she had not yet granted them ready for. She drapes them over the young, jaded hero, gifting him sight and smell and sound, allowing him to control her shadows and her streets and most of all… gifting him flight, the way his namesake first claimed, the way her firstborn child and her youngest were never able to. The Vulture takes to the Gotham skyline like a moth to open flames, perhaps a little less withdrawn with his punches, perhaps a little more protective of young boys, but belonging to Gotham all the same. The Joker stole something from her, and she will never allow it to happen again. The Vulture gains followers, friends, the Starling, the Goldfinch, the Owl, the Crow, the Cardinal, and Robin, all under Gothams protection, and she has him watch, from his watery prison, as they protect her, defend their city from the ilk like him, not giving in to their rage and revenge, but helping, rebuilding Gotham in his image. Their image. The man who saw hope, and his son. Batman and Robin.

(In case it was unclear, the three people pulling dick away from Joker are Babs, Kate and Luke, and then the Vulture is dick, and his friends, in order as listed, are Stephanie, Duke, Babs, Cass, Tim, and Damian. Also Gotham does kill Joker because she knows dick cannot but she also keeps him half alive, suspended in time, destined to drown for all eternity and watch as the bats succeed in honor of Batman the man he fought against.)

[beheworthy]

#anger issues

[moiravim]

Sam and Bucky taking in Steve's child/teen

Platonic Bucky x gn!yn

Platonic Sam x gn!yn

Summary: Bucky and Sam Being loving, overprotective father figures for Steve's child.

You were heartbroken when Steve didn't come back after returning the infinity stones. You were also betrayed that he talked to Bucky about it but not you.

Sam saw how uncomfortable you were around Bucky and immediately took you in. You stayed with him and started healing from the pain your father left you with.

When you cry over your dad, Sam pulls you into a hug and holds you tightly. He rubs your back in hopes of comforting you.

Eventually you start to miss Bucky so Sam starts to get in contact with him. Both are extremely overprotective of you and treat you like your their own child.

You are closer to Sam because of the time spent with him after loosing your dad, so Bucky gets jealous and tries to win you over.

They joke a lot about who you like more. If John Walker messes with you, he'll have to deal with two pissed off dads. Let's just say he won't be near you again.

Bucky tells you stories about your dad and what he was like before Captain America. Sometimes the two of you cry while thinking of happy memories with Steve.

Bucky and Sam love you more than life itself and are willing to do anything to keep you happy.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

you know you're doing something right when you, as the author, are shaking and crying and autistic hand-flapping when re-reading over the scene you just wrote

[mgnifique-tion]

— from the heart.

summary || ``the scientist, y/n l/n, finds the key to the god of mischief’s hardened heart.``

pairing: 2012!loki x gn!scientist!reader song recommendations: i’ll be your man - btob / covered by park jeup, choi suhwan, and kim seunghun (build-up) lowercase is intended… »» read part 1 here

— themes and warning/s: open-ended (yet again), very mild swearing, the enemies have turned to complicated lovers, religious/christian metaphors, angst, death of family member (mentioned), thor mentioned 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥 (just a heads-up)

— a/n: entry for april! what the hell, y’all… how did i get so active writing about loki, i’m not even into the mcu that much anymore (idk, probably because he turned into a tree and that was sad?) anyway, this is the second part to “human reaction” so if you haven’t checked that out, just click the link on the title for some backstory. this has also turned out longer than earlier so wow, i think i’ve gone crazy for loki (thanks a lot, tom 👍) — edit: hello, so this was supposed to be up for april but i'm posting it now on july because, unfortunately, i have a very busy life with unexpected events taking place. enjoy reading!

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it was past midnight and that self-proclaimed god had brought you to the top of a hill, telling you to wait for him as he’ll be taking some time to converse with his allies.

allies in ruling the world? yes.

“faen!” you heard him growl into the darkness, which startled you from the rock you were sitting on. but of course, that sudden shock died down due to how tired you already were; sleepless and alert from anything that could happen if you’d ever close your eyes. there was that fear that you may never open them again if you had left them closed shut even for just a little minute. 

there was a long pause until you decided that it’d be somewhat of a good idea to say something. a single word at least just to fill in the silence. “... so, did the meeting go well?–”

“oh, will you just not question it!?” loki grunted, startling you again. well, he did say he wouldn’t lay a finger on you so erupting like a volcano right at you wasn’t technically breaking any rule. “don’t you see? it’s obvious that nothing else had gone well, you imbecile! what else would i have to offer you in exchange for your eternal silence!?”

then, he proceeded to take in a deep breath, closing his eyes to collect himself and his emptied patience while you just stared at him. yes, of course, you hated his guts and the fact that you couldn’t really do anything against him but you never intended to offend him; that question was genuine.

in fact, every single response you’ve ever given him was genuine.

“sorry,” you blurted out, “i was just asking. i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or something... just wanted to know what went on.” the way your voice sounded so hazy and somehow breathy had given him the impression that you were already exhausted, not just mentally but rather physically. you couldn’t think of the words to respond anymore and maybe it would’ve been better if you had just said nothing.

but surprisingly, this was just another reason for loki to take interest toward your gift: humanity, as he’s said. “... did you just?–”

“yes… i did. i did apologize!” you didn’t even notice how your tone had changed; you’ve never raised your voice at him for the sake of him doing the same for you but you’ve had enough. you weren’t a friend, you weren’t even anything to him. you were just a total mortal stranger he spared, which does not give any reason for both of you to yell at each other but that rule has been broken.

after all, you’re just human and that is natural.

“i have never insulted after you’ve spared me,” you reminded him bitterly, getting up from that rock you’ve been sitting on ever since the past hour. you don’t even know why this god had brought you here and something about it was just familiar to you, just like the sacrifice of isaac. “i couldn’t sleep... i couldn’t eat... i couldn’t even ask you to stop whatever the fuck you’re doing to my world anymore but the moment i asked you about your stupid meeting, you just– you just blow up at me! is this what i get from saving you!?”

and that was the first time you’ve ever startled a god.

loki was stunned. slightly amused but completely out of words. just by staring at him, you’d know that he would start thinking of something with a smug smile but there was nothing on his face; he was fazed by you. 

“right,” he said with a low chuckle, “i must’ve forgotten you were human with feelings all over the place... natural... real.”

as the scepter started glowing again, panic rushed in your head and you damn knew that you had to run – just like the many times you’ve thought of that scenario but it just never took place. “you want a meal and an hour of sleep?”

“make it at least two–”

“four, it is.”

and despite the second peak of terror just occuring, that was also the second time he’s ever shown actual generosity. “you humans are too fragile,” loki commented with yet another chuckle as you huffed since that’s all you could do; you don’t trust his promises after all and you might never will. “... you really do need a proper leader. a god you can see, feel, and touch… not some written messiah.”

oh.

that statement must’ve crossed borders.

“... where do you want to eat?” he asked softly, almost as if he’s returning that genuine question he didn’t even bother to listen to. you were starting to wonder whether this was a symbol of your last meal. the last thing you’ll ever eat before your execution. 

who knows what else he could do with that scepter of his. “... well, in-n-out is open for twenty-four hours so…” you trailed off, looking away for a bit as your eyes scanned the area. every hill and path already turned into several landmarks in your mind as if you were the first person to discover it. “... would that be okay?”

once those uncertain words left your lips, the god of mischief smugly smirked back and nodded once. “i have one condition, however.” loki, of course, had to have some benefit from allowing you to take your basic needs as he stood before you, his hands clasped together and shown rather than his usual. “you’re not allowed to eat alone, therefore, once you purchase your cheap delicacies, we’ll come back here.”

so, a total bummer? of course, loki would know how to ruin your chances of escaping even if you hadn’t plotted against him… yet. “i wouldn’t want my apprentice to attempt freeing themselves, would i?” he knew what he was doing and you just had no choice; you needed to eat. you needed sleep. you needed to survive and in order to do so, you must abide by his rules.

he did spare you, didn’t he?

and as time passed by, you were now seated in the same mountain area, eating a take-out burger with a god. you didn’t know whether this was an early breakfast or a late dinner but nonetheless, you were somewhat grateful. “... are you not hungry?”

“gods don’t need to–”

“i bought you one, too.”

for some reason, loki just couldn’t say no to that as he continued to sit down next to you while your hands scrambled into the paper bag, searching for the other burger. at the moment, this was the only thing you could afford since he’s taken you under him once he’d given you that offer: wherein he or his blue-eyed minions couldn’t hurt you yet you still had to be somewhat his subject; a witness and a bystander.

after all, how could he lead humanity without being familiar with one?

“why aren’t you making attempts yet?” loki asked, “this is your perfect and only way of taking the hit and setting yourself free from my commands.”

“because i stick by my words,” you said back effortlessly, “i’ll be here until you let my co-workers– my friends go.”

he was silent again. in some way, he expected you to tell him that you were staying because you simply wanted to but a whiplash of reality quickly swept him away from his delusions. “so, you’re telling me that you’d wait until i let them go, huh? you’re willingly waiting for ages, then.”

the god hardened his heart and set aside any chances of letting your friends go as he chuckled before taking a bite from his burger. on the other hand, you just sat there, rethinking your choices; there’s no way nothing could convince him to let them go, right?

“yet i do admire your everlasting… hm… patience,” he pointed out, later letting out another low chuckle. “now that is something i don’t have… how do you do it?”

for the very least amount of times, he actually was genuine with that question. “well, i had a baby sister and she definitely trained me a lot with my patience.” you laughed, the delayed silence seeping in little by little, which made him cock his head to the side, curious about the matter.

“... had?” he just had to ask about it. “she passed away.” and you just had to tell him.

hearing your solemn, guilty answer was enough to make loki hooked to that story behind your younger sister’s passing. it wasn’t something you’d openly talk about but it surely was the only thing you endlessly blamed yourself for. 

“... oh,” loki uttered with a rather bitter tone, “i’m sorry for your loss… how old was she?”

“twelve.”

considering the fact that he was thousands of years old, his eyes widened after finding that out. “... that’s young,” he commented rather blankly but the look on his face was otherwise; you weren’t the only one terribly heartbroken about the incident. loki took the lives of eighty individuals in two days but never did he think of taking the life of a young child.

so, that was terrifying to think of. “and that happened because of?”

“... terminal disease.”

no matter how casual you sounded to him, your heart shattered. “well, actually, it could’ve been her twenty-second birthday last month if she made it… i’m a bit sappy now, aren’t i?” reality woke you up and told you to snap out of it; you weren’t talking to a friend, you were talking to a dictator. an alien. the god of mischief.

this story was not supposed to be and shouldn't be disclosed with him. “be sappy all you want,” he said, taking a sip from the straw of his cola. “after all, a god should be able to listen to his people’s messages, right?”

narcissistic? yes. but empathic? weirdly, that too.

“... that thing you used earlier,” you took a pause, letting out a sigh and then, a laugh. “it was supposed to be for her… well, for people like her at least.”

loki was giving it his best to not feel sorry – guilty for using the thing you’ve made but who knew that a sibling tragedy would soften his heart? he wouldn’t admit it, of course, but it was there. present at the moment and served as a reminder that he too had a sibling.

well, has.

“it was up for testing but of course, it was used for something else,” you said, eyeing him down as he managed to fake a chuckle; he couldn’t let himself show weakness after everybody else in his life made him feel like a nuisance – a tiny, little problem they’d have to deal with every day. not ever. never again. “... but i guess i still saved someone? and i still don’t know if i should be happy about that but it still provided its purpose.”

“oh, please.” he laughed, facing you more than he ever did before. “you saved me, your god and not anyone else… you should be celebrating this for your whole life.”

“you’re not the god i worship, loki.”

“well, i suggest you must. it’ll make this all easier for you.”

and he talked like a noble deity while eating a french fry. cheap and comical but it didn’t lower his status. “and, oh, if you do, there would be a lot of kneeling that’d occur.” that statement made you turn around and look at him with your brows either furrowed or raised; you had no idea how to react properly to it.

“... what–,” you were then stopped midway.

“i meant in praying.” he choked out.

this was one of your weirdest, most out of place conversations with the god so you just had to slowly turn away again and face the hills below both of you while munching on the burger in your hands. and then, he told you the truth you’ve kept deep in your chest, “... oh, i see it clearly now… you saved me because you want to prove yourself that you’re capable of keeping someone away from death. that you’re… worthy of things.”

it felt like time had stopped the moment you listened to him say that. for the first time, he was actually right with what he’d told you. he’d always claim the most bizarre things about humans and gods but this time, he was so close to the truth that he just blatantly told you what it was.

you were guilty because you couldn’t save her.

“i have a brother,” he added, “that’s why i… um… figured it out.”

“well, where is he, then? did you kill him?”

loki laughed at that. despite the hatred and fueling anger he had for his older brother, he wouldn’t end up killing him even though he’s close to it. the scars of the past made him into who he was now but the wound that his brother’s death would leave him absolutely destroyed. alone. all by himself. consumed by nothingness. just like what his old, so-called friends would tell him.

“he’s alive,” he said so soothingly, “and he’s living against what i had planned for this world.” those following words were much bitter, angrier than what he’s said before. it’s almost as if he’s relieved to see his brother again but upset enough to know that he wasn’t on his side.

“oh, you totally miss him.”

“... silence, peasant.”

and yet another unexpected scenario happened: sharing a laugh with the god of mischief who wants to rule over your world like a second hitler. “... but you can’t show that, can you?” you questioned and he nodded right away, politely letting you finish despite already expecting that you’d ask that. 

when the cold air and the rustling leaves collided, it was time for you to ask him the question that might just change the entire situation.

“is everything all from the heart?” you asked, pointing towards your chest as you stated him down. “... are you saying all of this from the heart?”

it took loki a while before he accepted it; he did speak about all of it from the heart. all of it. no lies were told for once and it was chilling for him. he didn’t even know that he was capable of opening the doors to the secrets he’s kept locked and buried in but that was the effect of the midgardian sitting next to him; the human who made him realize why thor loved jane.

the human he was willing to rule and to love. “... if i asked you now, would you kiss me?”

and for some reason unknown, your lips did brush against his, caressing them softly while you brought your hands to the back of his head, tangling your fingers around his waved locks. maybe you had been caught up by the moment but for him, this was real. this was the moment he understood why thor wanted to protect this world.

because humans spoke from the heart. 

but how could he take everything back when the damage had been done? when the chaos had taken over?

he pulled away and asked with teary, glistening eyes, “what have you done? why did you do it?”

one thing about him was that his need was also his one and only fear; it was love. 

you were startled once again, still keeping your hands behind his head. was it a trick? was it some test? you didn’t know anymore. you were bound to do whatever it took to save your friends and if a kiss that you’ve been longing for could do it, then what else could go wrong?

well, things may have not gone wrong for you but to loki, this was his one and only wake-up call.

wake up, loki.

you’ve fallen for the human.

[thevulturesquadron]

Thoughts probably no one is interested in, but I need to vent into the void of tumblr:

I am still pretty annoyed that in recent comics issues we got to see absolutely zero reaction from Rogue both during Magneto’s death and his return. Even the smallest panel for any of the events would have been sufficient.

Not to mention she was practically nonexistent in the whole Krakoa run (with both Mystique and Destiny being right. there).

It’s like she’s being held hostage in that marriage, locked away from any character development. She’s not allowed to even spare a look at anything and anyone (not even her family!!!!) without Gambit breathing down her neck.

That marriage was a mistake. There, I said it. It boxes both Rogue and Gambit into such nothing characters that aren’t allowed to have meaningful connections with anyone else.

Release my darlings at once! She-Hulk bring the divorce papers!

[nerdby]

"I don't want a next life. I just want a nap." -Clint Barton (Hawkeye Volume 1, 2013)

[faerieriddle]

Thor: *declares war on an entire planet and race without any authorisation leading to many dead or injured*

Odin: *slaps him on the wrist and gives him the adult equivalent of time out*

Loki: *does the same exact thing after being held hostage for a year*

Odin: “HOW DARE YOU?!? DUNGEON FOR YOU!”

[phoenixduelist]

The only S3 opening I accept is Izzy literally clawing out of the grave, yelling: 'None of you absolute TWATS bothered to check for a pulse??'

In a show where every tiny movement has 26280 meanings and possible interpretations, I refuse to believe that this death has absolutely none.

And I also hope after crawling out, his first half conscious journey is into Ed's and Stede's inn, sending both into a cardiac arrest

[takenbypeter]

Marvel reacting…to you overworking yourself

This was suggested by @atomicstarlightdestiny

(Part one includes; Loki, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Peter Maximoff, Druig, and Steven Grant)

Part Two

Loki

Loki knows you’re overworked, you didn’t say anything about it but he could tell. He would try to make you feel better, first subtly, maybe a small mention of spending some time together relaxing but once you’ve shot down his ideas, he wouldn’t know what to do. He’s not the greatest with expressing feelings so instead of explaining how he believed you needed a well deserved break he’d kidnap you, taking you somewhere nice and quiet, with a good view and eventually he’d bring up how overworked you’ve been and once you’ve asked him if he’s worried bout you, he’d go silent neither denying or confirms the idea.

Bucky Barnes

Even if noticing you’re starting to overwork yourself, Bucky would be unsure how to bring the topic up. If anything he may bring you little gifts for like a week, he doesn’t know what to accomplish with that but maybe you’d tell him what’s going on? When that fails to d anything him, being another one who finds words hard to relay, would actually write you a letter, and it’d express how busy you’ve been lately, how great at your work you are, but how he was worried and believed you needed a break. Once reading a letter you two would talk things out and the night would end with a stay at home, relaxing night in, doing your favorite things.

Peter Parker

Peter, being constantly overworked himself, knows all the signs of someone who’s pushing themselves and even if you don’t notice it yourself he does. He’ll surprise you with a special afternoon for just the two of you, movie loading on the screen, your favorite snacks all out on the floor and a huge blanket in the middle. When you ask what all this is for, that’s when he’d tell you how he’s noticed how hard you’ve been working and you need rest, and he thought it’d help a little to relax. You’d reply along the lines of how sweet he is and together you’d bundle up, and all cuddled together he’d press play on your favorite movie.

Peter Maximoff

Once Pete would realize you’re overworked he would do anything he can to try to help you relax. He’d pick a day, call you out from work, tell your professor you were going to be absent, whatever it was, he’d call off your plans and before you could protest or discuss what this was all about, he’d take you somewhere fun and exciting with his super speed. Peter would take you somewhere where you can scream all your stresses away. At least that’s what usually helps him. Disney world, Disney land, Six flags you name it and he’ll take you there. After arriving at your first destination you’d immediately turn around to confront him. And when he explains himself you’re still a little upset he cancelled everything without getting the okay from you but his heart was in the right place so with a warning never to do that again, and a thank you, you grab his hand and pull him towards the nearest ride.

Druig

Druig could tell something was bothering you, he knew you were working hard but he’s the type who has a ton of faith in you, he knows you’re a hard worker and you, hating to complain tried not to bring the topic up but after some time, you told him. You told him how overworked you felt, how tired you were, how you felt you just needed a day to catch up to yourself. As soon as you told him, you two would cancel plans for the next day. Opting to spend a relaxing day, you two would wake up late, spend some time inside, go outside on a walk admiring nature, then return inside for a nice comforting dinner. Spending a very relaxing and very soothing day together.

Steven Grant

Steven knew you were overworking yourself but he didn’t know exactly how to bring it up. He felt as if he may be pushing a boundary he wasn’t sure he could push yet. But noticing you come back late one night, seeming exhausted, he asked if everything was alright? You’d automatically tell him how tired you were, how much work you’ve been doing and Steven would just listen, actively taking in what you were telling him. Steven’s not the best at solving problems like this on his own, so he figured he’d ask you what you wanted to do? You’d tell him whatever it was that would make this slightly better, take a whole day to nap? Have a lazy night in? Go out and see some attractions? Whatever it was that would make you feel better, he’d do it with you. He’d do anything for you.

[gyokujyn]

CATWS 10th Anniversary | April 4th

» Prompts: Reunion for @catws-anniversary

a loving homage to A Softer World and @asofteravenger

[ironspidersblog]

I will never get why people act like Tony attacking Steve and Bucky after finding out the truth of his parents death isn’t a valid reaction. It’s not a good reaction, it’s not a healthy one, but bro just watched probably the worst thing he’s ever seen in his life, found out his friend kept the truth from him, AND his moms killer is in the room with him like yeah I’d not be very calm either

Anyways this is Tony:

[scojean]

the ultimates #1

i’ll admit so far i don’t really understand what’s going on

is he like fabricating their backstories???

AUGH THIS HURT MY SOUL A LIL i love every version of tony stark so so much. i still cant even tell what’s fully happening but i do know im invested im sucked in

HE LOOKS AWESOME

he’s so real

HES SO LAME

TONYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAA

[raccoon-coded]

Have some more Rocket reaction memes

Source: Rocket Raccoon: Grounded (2016), Star-Lord: Grounded (2016) and Avengers: No Road Home (2019)