#e: avengers disassembled

[ntshastark]

“That’s no robot -- He’s my pal, Iron Man”

Thor Vol 2 (1998) #80

Writers: Michael Avon Oeming and Daniel Berman. Penciler/Inker: Andrea Divito. Colourist: Laura Villari. Letterer: Randy Gentile.

[avengerscompound]

Small Gods: The Last Bar - 5

The Last Bar: An Iron Man Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts (No cheating - relationships happen at different times)

Rating: E

Word Count:   2094

Warnings: smut (MF, Semi-public sex, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: Tony Stark’s life is going off the rails.  He feels alone, misunderstood, and running on empty.  No fuel, no battery life, no signal.  If he could just find one last bar he might be okay.  He pulls into the parking lot of Fin, a dive-bar with no discernible location.  It could be the last bar he goes into.

Chapter 5

Tony became a little obsessed with how to find you when he got home.  It might have been a distraction from the fact he was alone, shouldering the burden of the now disassembled Avengers alone, apart from Rhodey who was now paralyzed, and Vision whose heart was somewhere else.  That should have meant he was too busy and he’d have no time for anything except cleaning up this mess.

He was busy.  Almost constantly busy.  Yet every tiny moment that his mind was able to wander he would start spiraling, blaming himself, blaming everyone else, wishing that he could get blitzed so he wouldn’t keep thinking about everything that went wrong.

So instead of drinking, he turned his thoughts to you.  The god of the last bar.  He knew there had to be a way to find you again, he’d done it in the past after all.  But - he didn’t want to get drunk again and the fact he’d had his arc removed meant he didn’t have any life-threatening battery issues that he’d need your intervention for.  That meant, he’d have to get a little more hands-on.

He took a trip back to LA - it was, after all, where he’d first met you.  He booked a hotel - the Malibu house had never been rebuilt so staying there was not an option.  Rather than just spend the day spiraling in his hotel room, he went out driving.  He still spiraled.  He still kept going round and round in his mind over how much he lost and whose fault that was.  He still hated himself.  He still kept trying to pick apart every single place that things might have gone differently if he’d been different or they’d been different, or things had played out just that little bit differently.  Only he did this spiraling while trapped in a car in LA traffic, making himself desperately need a drink, until he was sweating and he didn’t know if it was the harsh California sun or the fact he was having withdrawals.

He kept driving until the traffic all but disappeared and even the bars had all closed.  He drove until he was onto his last bar of fuel and the spacing between buildings started to get further apart.  He drove out to where there was almost no cell service and even less battery life on his phone.

He was just starting to think he was well and truly losing his mind and that all that was going to happen tonight was he was going to end up out of fuel in a ditch in the middle of nowhere with no way to call Triple-A.  Just when he was thinking he should pull into the next gas station he could find and hope they also sold liquor so he could ruin his years of sobriety and get home again at the same time, the flashing neon fin caught his eye in the distance.

He pulled his car into the grimy parking lot and jumped out.  His heart was pounding.  He had so many questions he wanted answers to regarding who and what you were.  Yet most of all, he wanted to not feel the way he did right now.  He hoped that - at least for now - you could be a good distraction.

Entering the bar had a comforting familiarity that didn’t make any sense.  He’d only been here twice and neither time was recent or particularly close together.  Yet that grimy, smoky room with its stench of cigarettes and stale beer felt safer and more like home than the compound did.

It was very empty today.  Aside from you behind the bar, there was just a person sleeping in a booth, and two young women rolling billiard balls around on the table as they nursed elaborate-looking cocktails and danced to Hotel California playing on the jukebox.

You looked up as the door banged closed behind him, and all of a sudden, Tony didn’t give one single shit about who or what you were or how any of this worked.  He just needed to feel you.  He needed to feel the touch of someone who he hadn’t let down.  He took a shaky step toward you and you moved out from behind the bar.

“Tony,” you breathed.  “You found it.”

He rushed to you and you opened your arms to him, pulling his body flush to yours.  His arms circled your shoulders and he buried his face in your neck.  He inhaled deeply, the scent of beer, and ozone filled his senses, and bubbling up through the strong desire he felt, the need to cry hit him.  He took a sharp breath in and nuzzled at your neck.

“Tony.  Tony, it’s okay.  You’re safe here,” you soothed.

He took a few deep breaths and began to kiss your neck.  Slowly at first, but with increasing fervor, until he was sucking marks on your skin as he ground against your thigh.

“Tony,” you gasped.

He lifted his head and cradled your jaw, looking into your eyes for a moment before crashing his lips into yours.  He kissed you passionately, his tongue coaxing your lips apart.  You flicked your tongue out to meet his and they danced together as you pushed your hands up under his shirt.  The blood rushed down, making his cock harden in his pants and he started to rut against your leg desperately.

“Come with me,” you said, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and dragging him down the bar.

He went willingly, his lips chasing your lips as you guided him to a door behind the bar.  It lead to a storeroom filled with kegs and bottles and a few cleaning supplies.  Tony pushed you up against a stack of boxes, making the bottles inside clank together.  Something about the sound turned him on even more than he already was.  It made him feel even more desperate to feel himself inside you.

He hurriedly unfastened your pants as you did the same to him, neither of you breaking the kiss for any longer than it took to take a breath.  When you’d both tugged each other’s pants and underwear down, Tony spun you around and pulled you flush against him.  He rutted against your ass, his cock sliding up and down your ass crack, leaving a sticky trail over your skin.  His hand slid between your legs and he began to finger your clit.  You were sopping wet - to the point that even just gently touching your clit soaked his fingertips.

You moaned and pushed back against him.  “Tony,” you breathed.  “We need to be quick.”

“That’s not really my style,” Tony joked.  The words came out breathless and needy rather than playful and teasing as he intended.  Whether he had been serious or not, he knew there was no way he had the self-control to make this last.

He fished in his jacket for a condom and hurriedly rolled it on as you continued to grind back against him.  His cock was leaking so much that he was worried he wasn’t going to last long enough.

He rolled the condom on, grabbed your hips, and with a hard thrust, he entered you quickly, bottoming out in one thrust.  You gasped and your walls clamped tight around him, and you reached behind you, grabbing his hip and holding him in place.

“Fuck, Tony,” you moaned.  “Feel so full.”

He pulled you back against him, his fingers wrapping around your throat to hold you in place.  “You feel fucking amazing,” he praised and began to thrust.

He thrust into you, bouncing you off his thigh with each snap of his hips.  He kept his hand on your throat while the other moved down to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

You mewled, holding his wrists as he pounded up into you.  Your legs trembled as he fucked you closer and closer to your released and when you couldn’t hold yourself up, he pushed you forward over the boxes and began to pound into you from behind.  You grasped at the boxes as you tried to hold on.  Each pump of his hips was accentuated by the wet slap of your bodies colliding and the moans and grunts coming from both of you.

“Fuck… Tony… oh god… gonna come,” you babbled as your hands opened and closed, trying to grip onto something.

“That’s it,” Tony praised.  “Don’t hold back.  Give it to me.”

He picked up his pace as your cunt began to flutter.  You arched your back and with a loud cry, you came, squeezing tight around his cock.

He kept thrusting into you as your cunt spasmed around him, milking his cock with each stroke.  His head dropped down and he squeezed your ass as he chased his release.  You bounced back on him.  “That’s it, Tony.  Give it to me.  I want it all.”

He groaned and pulled out of you, slipping off his condom and jerking his cock.  He came with a grunt, spilling over your ass in thick ropes.

“Fuck…” you sighed, relaxing on the boxes.  “That was…”

“Mmm… it was,” Tony agreed.

He gazed around you and spotted some paper towels on a shelf.  He tore some towels off and wiped you clean, and as you pulled up your pants, he threw both the paper towel and his soiled condom into the nearest trashcan.

“We need to talk,” Tony said.

“I don’t think I have the answers you want, but come on,” you said, nodding back towards the bar.

Tony followed you through and took a seat at the bar as you moved back behind it.  To Tony’s surprise, the people who had been there when he arrived were pretty much exactly where you’d left them.  The two girls were now kissing against the pool table, but aside from that small change, they’d barely moved.

You grabbed a bottle of Macallan and poured him a glass.  “Look,” you said as you pushed the glass toward him.  “I know what you’re going to ask.  You want to know what the hell I am and how I do what I do, and the truth is… I don’t really know.  You’re not going to want to believe this because I know you better than you think, but magic is real.  What I am - what I do - is respond to people’s need for just that little more.  A little more battery life.  A little more fuel.  A little more alcohol.  It’s not just a desire, they need to have a desperate need for it.  And you, Tony - you’ve been needing me since you were small.”

“Wait,” Tony said as he tossed back the whiskey you’d given him.  It had been months since he’d last had a drink and that heat as he swallowed the smoky liquid felt far too much like home.  “You’re expecting me to believe that people pray to you and that’s why you can do what you do?”

“I don’t expect you to believe anything,” you said.  “But it’s the truth.  And I think part of you knows it.  You know there’s something to faith.  The placebo effect is real.  All studies show that acupuncture is nothing more than a placebo and yet so many people say it helps them.”

“But you aren’t just someone using the power of thought, you’re an actual physical person,” Tony said.

“I am.  You’re right.  And I showed up in the middle of nowhere to help you.  So if you don’t like my explanation, then you give me one that works,” you said.

Tony couldn’t.  Not even you being a spy and following him around could explain any of this.  When he failed to answer you filled his glass again.

“The thing is, in the long run, I’m toxic.  People become dependent on me.  You have no idea how many people end up dead because they go too far desperate for just a little more to get through.  You need to stop needing me, Tony.  You need to work on your own.  I know it feels good when I come through for you but in the long run, I’ll take you down.  You’ll end up overdosing or with alcohol poisoning, or I’m not going to make it and your heart will give out.” You shook your head and looked at him with imploring eyes. “I really like you, Tony.  But I’m begging you, get your shit together.  I want the last time I see you to be because you stopped needing me, not because you’re dead.”

// NEXT

[dalekofchaos]

Marvel's Injustice.

My pitches for NRS inevitable Marvel game if they go the Injustice route.

Game titles

Marvel:Disassembled

Marvel:Dark Reign

Avengeance:Fall Of Midgard

Story ideas.

Scenario 1. Disassembled. Tony Stark's suit of armor around the world phase goes into complete and full effect. Get the right event to trigger it and I think Tony could be sent into Superman mode where he establishes a regime for the world’s protection. Tony takes full control of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the world by force. Captain America would rise up and lead a band full of heroes who are willing to do what's right and stop Tony Stark and the regime. Final boss fight. We choose between either Cap or Iron Man. If we choose Cap, then we fight Superior Iron Man, if we choose Iron Man, then Cap.

Scenario 2. Avengeance:Fall Of Midgard. human like Norman Osborn or Red Skull sneaking into Asgard with Loki’s help to kill Odin and Lady Sif. Events would manipulate the death of Jane Foster. Blaming Asgard and Midgard for not dealing with Loki and his associates for their many schemes, Thor decides to make changes. Thor is broken and the once Mighty son of Odin, turns back to his old ways and becomes a despotic king of Asgard. Thor wages war on Midgard. Years later Thor has taken over the entire world as well as Asgard, and rules it with an iron fist. Villains that don’t agree with him or opposes him are seen as threats are sent to the negative zone. All mutants are forced to register to work for the regime or be depowered permanently and imprisoned. Final boss fight is Odinforce Thor.

Scenario 3. Dark Reign. The Skrull Royal Family, escaping from the Mad Titan Thanos, strikes a deal with Norman Osborne to conquer Earth in a secret invasion. Queen Veranke of the Skrulls kidnaps and poses as the Scarlet Witch to destroy the Avengers from within. In the chaos, Norman betrays the aliens in order to get his hands on their technology. He is able to place his own Dark Avengers as the new Earth's Mightiest Heroes with the aid of Loki's illusions. Loki manipulates Norman to lead a siege of Asgard using advanced Skrull weapons. The Avengers must reunite along with new heroes to topple Osborne and Loki's Dark Reign once and for all. Post-Credits Scene: As Loki's manipulations come crashing down, he pulls a last ditch effort and influences the traumatized Wanda to use her reality-warping powers. He forces her to say the 3 words "No more heroes". Final boss fight. Iron Patriot.

Roster ideas:

Disassembled:

Stark Supremacy:

Iron Man

Reed Richards

Hank Pym

War Machine

Nick Fury

Mystique

Neutral:

Thor

The Hulk

Doctor Strange

Deadpool

The Punisher

Black Widow

The Thing

The Resistance:

Captain America

The Winter Soldier

Spider-Man

Black Panther

The X-Men(wolverine, Storm, Cyclops, Nightcrawler, Kitty and Rogue)

The Defenders

Hawkeye

Sue and Johnny Storm

Avengance:

Pro Regime: Thor, Captain Marvel, Iron Man, Punisher, Red Skull, Zemo, War Machine, Beta Ray Bill, Hela, Surtur, Enchantress, Doctor Doom, Killmonger, Namor, Maximus the Mad, and Ghost Rider

Anti Regime: Captain America, Fantastic Four, Black Panther, Hulk, Ant Man, Winter Soldier. The X Men, Valkyrie, Magneto, Inhumans, Heroes for hire, and Black Panther

Dark Reign:

Avengers

1 - Captain America

2 - Iron Man

3 - Thor

4 - Black Widow

5 - Hawkeye

6 - Scarlet Witch

Independent Heroes

7 - Wolverine

8 - Captain Marvel

9 - Spider-Man

10 - Black Panther

Fantastic Four

11 - Mr. Fantastic

12 - Invisible Woman

13 - The Thing

14 - The Human Torch

New Avengers

15 - Valkyrie

16 - Elektra

17 - Luke Cage

a - Hercules (premier skin for Ares)

Cabal

18 - Green Goblin

19 - Namor

20 - Dr. Doom

21 - Loki

22 - Doctor Octopus

Dark Avengers

23 - Venom

24 - Taskmaster

25 - Ares

26 - Songbird

27 - The Sentry

a - Symbiote (premier skin for Spider-Man)

b - Daken (premier skin for Wolverine)

c - Iron Patriot (premier skin for Iron Man)

d - Yelena (premier skin for Black Widow)

e - Moonstone (premier skin for Captain Marvel)

Villains

28 - Super Skrull

29 - Thanos (pre-order DLC)

DLC

1 - Vision

2 - Shang Chi

3 - Blade

4 - Moon Knight

5 - The Punisher

6 - Worldbreaker Hulk

7 - Hela

8 - Dr. Strange

9 - Daredevil

[bigskydreaming]

- Every major story arc and beat of the past twenty years of Avengers stories is basically "classic X-Men stories, but make it Avengers" (Avengers Disassembled is Dark Phoenix, Civil War was so blatantly just a redo of the Mutant Registration Act that the X-Men tie-in issues had Cyclops tell both Tony and Steve that "lol yeah we literally already did this, it was called the 80s for us, so we're gonna sit this one out, y'know like you did back then." Etc, etc)

- Its common knowledge that Marvel deliberately sidelined the X-franchise while they didn't have film rights to the characters in order to try to keep their creative efforts and reader attention on the Avengers and their growing MCU instead, resulting in everything from making the X-Men the literal bad guys in Avengers stories to the X-books being used as a training wheels sandbox for newer or less-established writers and artists who all got transferred over to the Avengers titles the second they got popular enough

- the X-Men were the literal bad guys in multiple Avengers stories, including ones that were BUILT on concepts from the X-books, like the Phoenix Force

- House of M and the M-Day extinction event was claimed by Marvel's then E-I-C to have been done to foster creativity, as 'the mutant concept made it too easy to just come up with a cool name and power and slap the mutant backstory on a character in lieu of coming up with more unique character backstories, power origins, etc.' This is literally a thing they claimed as their reason for depowering mutants. Followed by them almost immediately making Inhumans the 'new mutants' in every practical way, thus establishing that they were full of shit and not even particularly creative shit, which is weird cuz I thought this was supposed to foster creativity and imagination

- in addition to just making Inhumans the new mutants, you'd think that M-Day and the mass depowering of mutants would have led to more new and unique characters being created to join the Avengers every time the Avengers held a recruitment drive. Instead, most of the new Avengers of the past decade were literally just X-Men Marvel 'drafted up to the big leagues' while still avoiding making X-Men concepts or stories centers of attention that could potentially drive focus away from the MCU and towards X-Men films instead. Thus with the rare exception of Wolverine, who was grandfathered in under the "I can be on twelve teams at once, its fine, Ive been doing it forever also I have 82 clones so just pretend any continuity that doesn't make sense is just one of those" clause, X-Men joining the Avengers mostly just looked like Storm, Rogue, Cannonball, Cable, Sunspot, etc all joining the team to sit in the background doing unnamed Avengers busy work without drawing focus even as these characters' popularity was literally used to boost sales of Avengers titles

* Hank McCoy is also allowed to Do Things when an Avenger, but this contradicts nothing as X-fans have disavowed Hank since the Morrison days. We held a meeting. We're over him. He doesn't count. Worst thing the Avengers ever did was give him back.

- Not only were the X-Men made the literal bad guys in Avengers stories, they were made out by editorial mandate to be INCOMPETENT bad guys so the Avengers could always beat them, just as they were also treated as the junior partners in any alliance between the two teams whenever they did team up with a common goal. This is despite the X-Men having a good ten or so characters whose powers are deemed god-tier and allow them to literally go toe-to-toe with gods and cosmic entities on their own in other stories, because the Avengers have Tony, and he's quite the thinker, see. There's just no beating his inventions, even if you're the X-Men and your team line-up includes Forge, a guy whose literal mutant power is "can invent anything, no, seriously, ANYTHING, no limits, and also when that's not enough to cut it, there's always magic too because Forge also does that but hey who's focusing on resumés here, Tony has money. And not Warren Worthington money but like MONEY money."

The Avengers: well uh....we uh have more people than you? That’s why we always win.

The X-Men: This is Illyana. She’s basically the queen of Hell and commands its untold legion armies. Try again. 

The X-Men: Also basically every mutant on the planet has been technically counted an X-Men at some point or another. Kinda a solidarity thing from the last time our species almost went extinct and the government was rounding us all up, so it was like, well we’re all living together by necessity so might as well all be on the same side, right? Good news, everyone, you’re all X-Men now!” So. That happened. 

The X-Men: But I mean yeah sure, its probably the numbers thing, that’s why you guys beat all several hundred of us that one time you dropped in on our island to say hey you better stay away from the Phoenix even though its only here to reignite your peoples’ longterm prospects of survival. And that other time you dropped in on our island to say hey so the Inhumans really need their magic power-granting stormcloud to survive as a culture soooooo even though its also making the Earth uninhabitable for JUST mutants and making it impossible for you to survive here at all, we’re gonna need you to stand down. But not in like a ‘we’re taking their side kinda way’.” Yeah no, we literally had way more people than you both those times and were fighting for the survival of our entire race and future, but guess you’re right. Had to be the numbers thing.

The X-Men: ALSO now that we’re thinking about it, half your people are literally OUR people except for when you need to whack us on the nose with a rolled up newspaper and scold us for saving the world wrong. Which is funny, see, because we’ve literally been doing it just as long as you have. No, seriously, the first issue of both our series debuted the exact same month back in 1963. 

The Avengers: OKAY FINE its obviously not the numbers thing. But we have Thor, and he’s a god, so....

The X-Men: Haaaaave you met Storm? Not technically a goddess but she gets mistaken for one all the time. Probably because she kicks gods’ asses as a cooldown. Like, I’m not saying Thor specifically, buuuuuuuut. I mean. Hey. Or oh, here’s Bobby, another omega level mutant, you might remember him from such feats as: froze the entire planet into a giant icecube last year. Even had Thor impressed. Then again, he’s probably always been at least a little wary of Iceman ever since that time Loki kidnapped Bobby to use his powers to create an army of frost giants to take over the planet with, so y’know. Probably always been a ‘keep an eye out for that one’ sorta thing there, I imagine. And of course, you all know Magneto. Completely flipped the Earth’s magnetic poles once and nobody ever actually beat him or stopped that from happening, so much as just caved and gave him what he wanted then, so......just saying. Then I mean, there’s Namor, King of Atlantis, so we’ve kinda got his army too on top of Illyana’s demon army, oh! Can’t forget Rachel! Scott and Jean’s daughter, an omega like her mom, a Phoenix host like her mom, basically anything her mom can do she can do and has done.......hmmm. Probably shouldn’t forget Rogue, though I can see why she’d be a sore spot for you, I mean, she basically soloed your entire team on her own when she was only like, what was it, sixteen? Awkward.

The Avengers: Okay we get it. You can stop now.

The X-Men: No wait, we’re not done! We’ve still got like, ten more of these!

The Avengers: We’re good, thanks.

The X-Men: Okay fine, really quick then, lightning round. We’ve also got Wolverine “the best there is at what he does, also unkillable which is really unfortunate as he never shuts up about that first part and there are those who would just like to have that option” and all 82 of his clones and 20 of his kids. Our top speedster waves at the speed of light in the rearview mirror while your speedsters top out at Mach-5. We’ve got a whole club of science geniuses who have the literal superpower of being super-geniuses, about ten immortals, a dozen world-class telepaths capable of reaching every mind on the planet with Cerebro, we’ve also got Cerebro herself in rampaging murder-robot form - she goes by Danger these days, catchy, right - umm, hang on, couple more, oooh yeah there’s Magma, people always overlook Amara and we don’t really know why. I mean her superpower is volcanoes. I mean. Not just fire. Volcanoes. Every single time she uses her powers its technically a natural disaster. Speaking of natural disasters, little known trivia about Gambit is he’s actually so insanely powerful he had to be surgically DOWNGRADED from omega level status just to keep the world from blowing up so honorable mentions to that dude....Darwin’s superpower is loling at anything you can think to throw at him, another dude who has a black hole for a brain and don’t even ask me how that works but boy does it work, and we have both Legion AND Hope, I mean, not one, but TWO different people with the superpower of having every superpower to ever exist, basically? How often does THAT happen, am I right? Then like, you’ve got our baby X-Men, which include Elixir who regrows hearts for people like its a party trick, a few different reality manipulators, couple time-travelers, three different genetically engineered Destined Saviors of various dimensions and realities, and since we all know you Avengers consider “lots of money” to count as a bona-fide superpower, we also have Warren, Emma, Monet, and a helicopter mom named Mystique who tries to buy her kids’ affection by being like “I stole an island just for you, here, take it, call it an early birthday present or an I’m sorry I tried to kill all your teammates again apology, whichever works.” And we’ve got like ten different X-Men who have an evil-or-just-REALLY-misunderstood sibling capable of destroying whole planets and who you’ve never heard about only because we usually keep them busy by fighting about who mommy and daddy loved most. Take that secret weapon away though and watch Mikhail Rasputin, Vulcan, Juggernaut, Stryfe, Jamie Braddock and assorted others become a YOU problem reeeeeeeal quick-like.

The X-Men: Also, we have a Nightcrawler.

The Avengers: Wait, what? Did Nightcrawler get a power upgrade we haven’t heard about or something?

The X-Men: No, he’s just insanely likable. Everyone loves the fuzzy guy, its basically impossible NOT to like him. Even our villains all love him and most of them hate everything on principle. Do YOU guys have someone that’s impossible not to like? Hmm? Checkmate. We stay winning. And yet. Somehow, we keep losing. Make it make sense.

- The Avengers, historically, have given no shits about the mutant-specific problems the X-Men have faced over the decades. They’re like “wake us up when the whole world is in danger, the mutant stuff is for you guys to handle” even in periods like Operation: Zero Tolerance, when the government hunted down the X-Men and like half the Avengers at the time worked for the government when not Avenging. 

The Avengers: Wow you guys are really having a rough week, huh? Sorry, looks like that sucks, wish we could help!

X-Men: Maybe you could use your pull with the government, the fact that you have a literal official government liason, or your various private companies and fortunes with massive political capital to like, ask them to stop throwing our team in jail just for being mutants?

The Avengers: Really, REALLY wish we could help, so sorry, about to lose you, going through a tunnel, zzzrkk, klick.

The Avengers ten years later: Hey could you guys help us stop the government from throwing us in jail just for having powers.

The X-Men: .......lmao.

Aaaaaaanyway. All of this is just to say its funny whenever Marvel’s like “ugh, we just don’t understand why X-Men fans don’t like the Avengers, what could it be, what could it beeeeeeeee, there HAS to be an explanation!”

*Shrugs* Just one of those unsolved mysteries I guess.

[hela-avenger]

To the Stars Who Listen- 9a

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 2177

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

A/N: Ok so I started to write this and then had to go back to edit it and then I added more and then it was all just angst and it was just getting so long and I couldn’t fix it. ANYWHO, the Halloween special will now be two parts. I’m really hoping it won’t be three but we shall have to wait and see. 

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! Please be safe out there! 

Tags are open! (Send me an ask/message/response.)

TTSWL Masterlist

Loki refrained from groaning as he stepped into the jet that would take them back to the Tower. Sam and Bucky were fighting over the pilot seat while Wanda was chattering loudly about the costume she had managed to find for herself and Vision. Loki catches your eye and he can tell you wish to speak to him. He doesn’t allow you the chance as he storms out of the seating area in preference of the solitude found in the back. 

The quinjet finally sets out of the compound and Loki manages to survive the short ride without being pulled into whatever conversation you wish to have with him. You most likely wanted to know the truth behind what you had revealed previously. An answer he would refuse to give you. 

Loki is almost cornered by you in the arrival at the tower but by sheer luck, you are called away by the AI allowing Loki to peacefully make his way down to his residential floor. The peace he had in mind at the return of his familiar abode is disrupted at the sight of Thor waiting for him there. 

Loki’s annoyance grows at the sight of his brother regaled in his Asgardian armor swinging Mjolnir with ease. 

“Welcome back, brother.” 

Loki just grunts in response as he tries to maneuver around the big oaf. 

“I went ahead and prepared your armor for the party tonight,” Thor continues with a smile. “It should be a merry night full of drinking and dancing. We should thoroughly enjoy it.” 

“I’m not going to that party.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I refuse to partake in Midgardian celebrations.” 

“I would think you would enjoy this one, Loki. It’s all about mischief and magic.” 

Loki rubs his eyes tiredly. 

“I am quite tired, brother. I am in no mood for festivities.”

“You never are,” Thor states, forcing Loki to stop right outside his bedroom door. “You always hide out here and avoid having any fun. You’ve been here for months, Loki, and you have failed to participate in any way or form to enjoy humanity.”

“I hate this place,” Loki responds. “Why would I try to find some silver lining?” 

“If that is the case then perhaps I should report to father that you have made no progress and have you sent back home.”

That definitely deepens the foul mood Loki was already in.  

“If I go to this party will you refrain from reporting to father?” 

Thor thinks for a few seconds before relenting.

“Yes, I would.” 

“Great, good,” Loki mutters as he slips into the darkness of his room. “I’m not wearing my armor though.” 

“Then what will you wear?” 

Loki doesn’t respond promptly slamming the door closed to Thor’s face. 

The lab was as pristine and proper as the day before you had come in and destroyed it. The wall had been repaired and the equipment that had been easily thrown before was now bolted to the ground. You let out a sigh as you try to forget that dark moment of your life when you had turned against your friends for no reason. 

You still couldn’t remember what happened but it still shook you to the very core. The truth was something everyone valued and yet you had overlooked the darkness it could truly hold. Lying didn’t seem so bad now and you miss having the simple ability. 

Shaking yourself from that thought, you scanned the rest of the room looking for the man of the hour. 

The moment the jet landed at the tower you were promptly told by FRIDAY that Tony requested your presence in the lab. 

You tried to make a quick stop towards the Asgardian floor but the AI had overlooked your floor request in preference of following its creator’s demand. 

The lab remained silent after you came in. FRIDAY had announced your presence but Tony was nowhere to be seen. You felt yourself being watched but could find no one. You were starting to grow paranoid which didn’t help when a loud bang resonated nearby.

Your head snaps towards the source of the crash and you relax when you realize it’s just Dum-E hitting against the nearby desk.

“Oh Dum-E, I thought I was…”

“BOO!” 

You jump at the sudden shout behind you. Out of pure instinct, you throw your hands in front of you causing your gauntlets to shoot out two straight lines of energy. The beams scorch two black spots on the recently repaired wall.

“Well that’s new.” 

You turn around and glare at Tony. 

“What the hell, Tony!” you shout at him. “I could have killed you.” 

Tony chuckles in response and is quick to apologize. 

“Sorry, kid,” he answers. “Didn’t realize you were Iron Man 2.0.” 

You roll your eyes at him and laugh sarcastically at him. 

“Ha, ha, ha, very funny,” you joke. “These things are the only reason I have some semblance of control.” 

“Let me see them.” 

You raise your hands and show him the golden gauntlets. 

“Interesting design,” he mutters as he grabs a hold of them, turning them around back and forth. “I’m assuming the stones are important by their placement. I wonder what they’re made of. Carbon-based, maybe? Rare space jewel? I would have to run some tests…”

“Yeah, not possible,” you comment. “I can’t take these off. Things could go very wrong.” 

Tony scowls as he lets your hands go. 

“Can’t risk it for a few minutes?” Tony asks. “I’m sure I could improve them for a nicer aesthetic and easier mobility.” 

“Tony…”

“Come on,” he nudges. “You don’t see me wearing my blasters because they’re comfortable. It’ll only be a few minutes. Five tops.” 

You hesitate and Tony pesters on.  

“Let me do this for you. It’s the least I can do if you have to wear those atrocities for the rest of your life.” 

You chew on the inside of your cheek before relenting. 

“Just be careful with the stones and be quick, please,” you plead at him. “I don’t wish to have a repeat of my last mishaps.” 

Tony snorts as he helps you slide the gauntlets off your hands. 

“Heard about that,” he snickers. “A little birdie told me and by birdie, I obviously mean Sam.” 

You laugh and shake your head at him watching as he steps towards his desk and pulls out an array of files into the screen. He flips through them quickly before stopping at one. 

Pepper Gift Ideas. 

“Um, Tony?” 

He ignores you as he opens the file up and scatters out the multiple designs he’s sketched out. You’re shocked at the multiple documents in the file but don’t have the chance to inspect them closely as Tony finds the one he was looking for. 

“Here it is,” he states as he picks the design and throws it onto the screen next to his equipment. “What do you think, kid?” 

“Oh, wow,” you whisper as you look at the design on display. “That’s beautiful.” 

“Was tinkering for a while about making Pepper her own jewelry,” Tony responds beside you. “But she never wears what I get her.” 

“I’m sure she would wear this,” you tell him. “Are you sure you want to use this design on me?” 

Tony is quick to nod. 

“You’ve been dealt a shitty hand with this power,” Tony answers honestly. “I just want to make things better for you in any way I can.” 

“Thanks, Tony,” you tell him, heartfelt at his generosity. “Really, thank you.” 

Tony clears his throat from the rising emotion and looks away. He picks up your gauntlet and begins to disassemble them. 

“Now go away,” he mutters. “Let me work in peace.” 

“You told me it would only be five minutes.” 

“Well I lied. I’m surprised you didn’t notice.” 

You roll your eyes at him and Tony simply smirks. 

“I’ll have them done soon, I promise, so why don’t you go ahead and find your partner in crime, Natasha. She’s got your costume in her room.” 

You hesitate but you’ve already done your daily exercises to tire your powers out. Nothing could go wrong. Or at least that’s what you hoped for. 

You wince at the sharp tug of your hair. You glare at Natasha through the mirror but she simply smirks in response. You had no choice when it came to getting ready for this impromptu Halloween party. Natasha dragged you into her room the moment you showed up at her door. 

You didn’t mind her help for the party. In fact, you were glad to have it as the redhead went above and beyond to have everything ready for you. From the costume to the hair and makeup, Natasha had arranged it all. All you had to do was sit there and allow her to make her vision into a reality. 

Though you would use this time to catch up with your close friend, your mind was far away at the moment. 

Ever since your last lesson, Loki had avoided you like the plague. Any attempt of trying to apologize to him was somehow thwarted by Loki himself or some outside force. It didn’t help that Tony’s impromptu invitation and the jet that followed severed any chance of forcing him to see you. 

You felt guilty.

You had crossed a line by revealing something he wasn’t ready to when all he had done was help you. You needed to apologize and you needed to do it soon. 

“Ok, spill it.” 

You look up at Natasha’s pointed stare and sigh. 

“I can’t hide anything, can I?” you mutter tiredly. Nat tugs on your hair again and you hiss at the action. “I’m fine, Nat. Just trying to settle my mind.”

“Of what?” 

You take a deep breath debating whether it was a good idea to tell her of your past week with Loki. 

Nat despised him with every fiber of her being, but you… you didn’t. 

“Loki’s been a great teacher considering I’m a ticking time bomb...”  

“But?” Nat interrupts. 

“But,” you repeat with a huff. “I keep ruining everything with this stupid power.”

“You?” Nat asks, confused. “You ruined everything? Not him?”

“Nat…” 

“I’m sorry,” she sarcastically laughs. “That doesn’t make sense. You’ve done nothing wrong.” 

“You don’t understand,” you sigh. “If you just let me explain…”

“Then explain.” 

You take a deep breath and turn away from the mirror to look at Natasha directly. 

“I have invaded everyone’s privacy. I’ve learned things I have no right knowing and revealed things without permission. You already know how guilty I felt because of it,” you explain. “Yet, Loki wasn’t one of them. He’s immune to my power as I am to his but I recently crossed a line and uncovered something I wasn’t supposed to.”

“What was it?” 

“You know I can’t tell you.” 

 Natasha huffs in response but shrugs her curiosity off. 

“So?” she asks. “What’s wrong then?” 

“I feel really bad about it, Nat, and he’s avoiding me and I just want to apologize to him because I invaded his privacy but he won’t even let me get close to him to do it.”

“He doesn’t need an apology,” Nat scoffs. “He’s a grown man. He can lick up his wounds and move on.” 

You’re starting to regret confiding in her about your situation but Loki has yet to teach you how to evade telling the truth without necessarily resorting to lying.

“I apologized to you and everyone after my first outburst,” you remind her. “You didn’t need me to but I’m sure it helped.”

Natasha lets out a breath but she knew you had a point. 

“Loki doesn’t deserve your kindness.” 

She’s being honest with her opinion but you don’t feel the same way. 

“I think differently,” you answer. “I think it’s been a long time since Loki’s been treated with some kindness.” 

Natasha's eyes narrow down at you. 

“Do you…” she hesitates. “What exactly is your relationship with him?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Are you acquaintances? Friends? Or is it more?” 

You’re surprised at the question. 

“I guess we’re friends?” you answer unsurely. “Mentor and student seems weird so yeah… friends.” 

Natasha seems unconvinced but she doesn’t speak up on it. Instead, she motions you to face forward again so she could finish up with your hair.

“So do you think I’ll have time to slip out to apologize or am I going to have to wait until the party?” 

Nat can’t avoid the snort from escaping her promptly earning her a confused look from you. 

“Loki doesn’t go to the parties,” she tells you. “Not since I could remember.” 

“Then why did he come with us in the jet?” 

“Maybe because he has to monitor you and we have to monitor him?” 

Nat’s right but you can only hope that Loki might prove her wrong. 

“If he’s there… apologize to him,” Nat tells you hoping to ease the scowl that was settling on your face. “Just don’t expect him to forgive you. He’s not apologetic, far less forgiving.”

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[ofapparitions]

( @savagemusings )

HE CLICKED HIS TONGUE ON THE BACK OF HIS TEETH and shuffled through his fellow pedestrians in a city and time he was severally unfamiliar with . AVENGERS were disassembled , there had been two snaps that people were still recovering from , and an apparent onslaught of attacks from new sources -- none of which were HIM y e t . he didn’t even know how to approach someone that did have ties to what he was after , what would he say ? there wasn’t exactly a how to for dummies on it . he couldn’t walk around aimlessly in the city and time forever though so he approached the first appropriate looking person to approach . “ excuse me do you know where to find some decent wi-fi and coffee ? “

[lovelyirony]

Footnotes

it’s been a bit since i added to the bookshop au: time got away from me! 

We’re taking over the world/a little victimless crime -Do It All the Time, IDKHBTFM

Tony notices that Bucky doesn’t come into the store for a month. This is fine. Should be fine. Not like he wonders what Bucky will think of the newest latte, which is geared more to the warmer weather that has been breezing in cheerfully. The iced latte, flavored with caramel and coconut, had been a hit with MJ and Ned, who both loved it. 

But Bucky hadn’t come in and tried it.

His anxiety tells him that he is found out and are currently waiting until Tony leaves the building to set up a trap and probably blow up every single book and also him.

But that would be stupid. There’s no way that the Avengers know who Iron Man or War Machine is. Tony Jarvis is a nice guy who runs a bookstore, has a suspicious amount of money from inheritance, and got a degree in English from a local college. 

He even photo-shopped pictures there with Rhodey and everything. (Thank god for anti-aging technology and Rhodey’s genius.)

But he still kind of wants Bucky to come in and look at books. He even has a few records pulled just for the occasion.

“You are quite honestly the worst kind of person,” Rhodey says. “Who gets a crush on who is supposed to be their arch-nemesis and wants to make a custom coffee menu for them?”

“Not me,” Tony says quickly, pushing away the lemon-blueberry scone idea. “And besides if anyone would be my arch-nemesis, it would clearly be Black Widow. We match each other intellectually.”

“Not a chance,” Rhodey says with a snort. “Or did you forget the time you got so nervous you—”

“Hello?” comes a voice from the front. Rhodey immediately cuts off, going back to filing new shipments. Tony looks over.

“Hey, you’re back!” Tony cheers.

Rhodey makes a motion of gagging. Tony flips him off with one hand behind his back as he comes forward.

“Sorry I haven’t been in. Work has been…enlightening.”

“Usually code for ‘I-don’t-get-paid-enough’” Tony teases. “You wanna try an iced coffee drink?”

“I’m game.”

“Sit down at the table, I’ll get it out for you.”

Bucky has to admit that a good apron can do wonders for an ass. Or maybe Tony just has a really nice one. Either way, the view is spectacular.

“What has work been having you do?” Tony asks, pouring in syrup.

“Oh just…the usual,” Bucky says. He’s horrible at lying. He really, really is. “They keep twisting up what they want, it’s getting confusing.”

“Bookshops, luckily, are much simpler than that,” Tony says, smiling. He slides the drink over to Bucky. “Try it. Tell me what you think.”

Bucky takes a long slurp. Puts his head back.

“Tony, you ever experienced a masterpiece?”

“Once or twice,” Tony says, smiling.

“This is the damn Mona Lisa of drinks.”

Tony grins. Bucky sips a bit more, sighing in contentment.

“Hey, I know that last time I learned that you sold records. What are, um, your favorites?”

“I’m glad you asked…”

Bucky learns about new music. He learns that he needs to google new bands. AC/DC is a clear favorite of Tony’s, who sings along. It’s a funny juxtaposition with his cardigan and old jeans, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

Bucky finds some of the old ones, which Tony doesn’t look surprised at.

“You have an old soul,” Tony says.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Bucky mutters.

“Don’t I?” Tony teases. “You act as if you’ve never had iced coffee before.”

Bucky has to turn back to the player to stop from laughing in front of him. What Tony doesn’t know…well. He’s damned sure he doesn’t know that technically all of Bucky’s favorite records were either unable to be found, most likely questionable, or long disintegrated with time.

Oh, Tony knows. He knows for a damned fact that Bucky has never had iced coffee, most likely does not know who the hell Jimmy Carter was and knows how to disassemble and reassemble most weapons in under sixty seconds.

But it’s cute to mess with him. His brow furrows. Tony has a thing for furrows.

“Hey Tony?” Rhodey asks, head popping up from the upstairs. Bucky automatically looks up, finding the face to be vaguely familiar.

“What is it Rhodey-dear?” Tony calls back out.

“I have a computer glitch, you gotta come see it! Now!”

“This better not be a repeat of the pinball incident,” Tony mutters, turning back to Bucky. “I’ll be back in five minutes, I promise.”

“Take your time, love,” Bucky responds.

Bucky then immediately wonders if he bangs his head against the column near him if Tony and Rhodey will hear it. Tony also called his…person “Rhodey-dear.” Dear! Does he even have a chance?

But this brings him to think about Rhodey. He looked familiar. Bucky’s life doesn’t consist of knowing that you know someone from a certain social event and trying to place them. No, Bucky knows people because of two reasons:

1.)         He tried to kill them.

2.)         SHIELD has something on them.

He’s pretty sure that if he was faced with someone like Rhodey, he wouldn’t be able to kill him. Even from the head poking out, he could see a pretty defined shoulder and a look set to his gaze that read as very competent, entirely capable of taking down an authoritarian government, and also probably likes gourmet cheeses. The last one is a guess. But Bucky likes to guess pretty damn accurately.

Rhodey…

Rhodes. Colonel James Rhodes. Close with Tony Stark, who went missing. They thought he had something to do with something. He moved to New York pretty quickly after that, refusing to go into military service to a “previously unreported mental incapacity.”

Bucky smells bullshit.

Tony Stark. Another mystery in this puzzle. Bucky remembers trying to kill Howard and Maria Stark. It was the wrong person. Winter Soldier never missed his targets. Of course, Tony Stark wasn’t the target.

-

Rhodey is freaking out. Someone at SHIELD figured out there was a tiny bug in the system.

“When did they hire someone competent?!” Tony whisper-yells. “I thought they were two years behind schedule!”

“We made that schedule when we were drunk out of our minds from Moscato,” Rhodey hisses.

“Still! It was Moscato. It wasn’t like we drank vodka until we were shit-faced. That would’ve ended up disastrously and possibly given Dum-E and U a new sibling before Butterfingers.”

“Butterfingers wants a baby, just so you know,” Rhodey says.

“Why are you telling me this now?” Tony asks.

“Because you know what you’re doing and I figured you should know what your daughter is up to. It’s very important in developmental psychology.”

“Do not,” Tony hisses. “Let me fix this…”

With a couple more frantic curses, one eye shut, and a yelp, the problem is (mostly) taken care of.

“You think they can trace it?”

“It’ll trace back to a random e-café,” Tony says. “And there will be Justin Hammer who is currently trying to work out why his dating profile isn’t working. I’ll give you a hint: it’s the bio and the fact that he looks like he’s going to bail on paying for your dinner.”

Rhodey smiles, shaking his head and looking out the door.

“Get back down to Barnes. Don’t let him know what this is.”

“When would I?”

“You tend to be a terrible liar around people you like.”

“Why you—!”

“Thank you for helping with the pinball machine again!” Rhodey says, throwing his voice. He shoves Tony out of the office. Tony’s cheeks are bright red, he’s flushed, and he can barely walk down the stairs.

He’s not sure what exactly happened. He knows someone found out about them, tried to trace the bug back. That simply wouldn’t do because Tony runs a legitimate business. Pays taxes on April fifteenth and everything.

“Sorry about that, emergency with a pinball machine game,” Tony says.

“Understandable,” Bucky says. “What was wrong it? A bug get in?”

“Uh, not exactly,” Tony responds, body going tense for a moment. “You want to pick out a new record?”

“Yeah, sure…”

They find out that Bucky absolutely hates the pop, almost-fake music from the fifties.

“It’s…unsettling,” Bucky says, shuddering. “Gross.”

“Let me get some Benny Goodman then,” Tony says.

“How’d you know?”

“Everyone likes his music,” Tony says. “But then again, you did say you were an old soul.”

Bucky can hear the familiar music fill the air as he hums to himself.

“Hey handsome, wanna help me with something?” Tony asks. “I have some books that need to be shelved. I was wondering if you could help?”

“No problem,” Bucky says, grinning. “Can’t reach the top shelf?”

“Why you—”

“I’m shelving!” Bucky calls, grabbing one of the boxes.

Tony thinks that no one should be attractive when they’re lifting boxes. Especially when they’re holding what is essentially about forty pounds with one arm. His left one, but still.

There is also the matter of making sure that Barnes never finds out who he is. Tony has been quite careful about that, although the “bug” comment got to him. Does he know about them? Is he playing some sort of long game?

Answer: no. Bucky got distracted by a book title that he remembers from years ago.

“I forgot I read this,” he says, smiling. “It was forever ago.”

“Old books get to you like nothing else,” Tony responds. “I grew up with Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. You read that one yet?”

“Add it to the recommended box,” Bucky answers.

He has his own box now. Technically a crate, but Tony’s been putting books there for Bucky when he thinks he’s found one that he’ll like. Which of course, Bucky will like whatever book is in there if Tony chose it. He likes anything Tony chooses. He would wear the worst outfit in existence if Tony chose it.

Shelving goes by with little conversation, although they both hum along to the music being played softly over the intercoms. Tony comes and goes, helping customers with different items, brewing some more coffee, and getting some more boxes.

Bucky likes the routine.

He’s sad to go, taking his books with him and waving a soft goodbye. Tony’s leaning against the doorframe, a fond look on his face as the bookshop light floats out onto dark pavement. He wishes he could be there all the time.

And then, of course, people are in his apartment.

“Bookstore again, huh?” Steve asks. Natasha’s looking through the pile of receipts on the kitchen counter.

“You go there a lot,” she murmurs.

“I like being literate, gives me a headstart on Clint,” Bucky answers glibly.

“Even if someone liked reading this much, they wouldn’t be buying obscene amounts of books and coffee.”

“I don’t buy every book. To—the owner lets me take some home if I return them the next day.”

“You’re on a first name basis?” Natasha asks, eyebrow arched. “Just what bookstore are you going to?”

“One that’s none of your business,” Bucky says.

“It says it on top of the receipt,” Steve says.

Bucky curses.

Steve laughs at him.

[lovecanbesostrange]

The best thing about WandaVision is that it proves if the studio/creators don’t want you to know something, you really don’t know. Which I think should be employed more than all the trailers that tell 3/4 of a story. And wow... I’m screaming and crying.

I know the word “multiverse” is already in the Doctor Strange movie title and I know all the casting madness around Spider-Man. But did I think I would get a Pietro played by Evan Peters?! NO!

And this is just........ those Fox movies are the only “current” canon in which the twins even are Magneto’s kids. I do wonder, why re-name the Maximoff parents and not go with Marya and Django? BUT friendly reminder that Wanda’s mom is Django’s sister Natalya and as of Feb 2021 the identity of her biological father is undisclosed. And no, it’s not Magneto, hasn’t been since the 2014 event AXIS. In the Fox films Pietro is at least allowed to be a mutant and Erik’s kid. And this bleeds over now and my heart grows three sizes and then spills over into tears...

I love Monica Rambeau and that after her awful experience, she is still willing to see Wanda as grieving person (Monica herself has to deal with a lot right now) and someone who lost control. And maybe if Monica could have found a better way to talk to her. But well, weapons are drawn. (The worst part is, all Wanda needs for her little sitcom bubble are people willing to go along; honey you could find lots of people willing to step into sitcom fantasy land.............)

I knew this would hurt so much and the angst is coming, the pain is so high and the people all around are getting hurt in the process. I knew it. But damn this is an avalanche.

Looking back at everybody being “we want House of M for Wanda”... well, there, you have it. People being forced into a life that’s not their own and a woman trying to just be left alone. Well, without the part where she did grand deepest wishes for most of the powered people she knew. (Another reminder, within House of M Wanda made herself a human, while mutants ruled; which is super funny with that fucking AXIS retcon I hate with the passion of a hundred burning suns.......)

omg I’m sorry, I don’t even want to do this, bringing in the comics so much. But I’m just so mad all around when it comes to Wanda. I hate how media never took the whitewashing issue up and make Feige, Whedon & Co face what they did there. But I’m also mad how that got turned around within fandom to shit on everything else about her MCU version as a character and holding up her being a jewish Romani as a shield, without ever looking any further. How magic is this kinda important thing that was taken. And how in the comics she tore the Avengers apart one time and what “no more mutants” even means. And that her whole history is so convuled, it’s three ret-cons in a coat. And.... just..... I want to wrap all the versions of Wanda Maximoff in a blanket and make her tea, okay?

Also thank you, show, for finally saying it out loud. No cutesy nickname. It’s why I got super annoyed at everything to do with the movies that called Wanda the Scarlet Witch. Because that hasn’t happened in the MCU yet. (Since in the comics that name is a legacy title now anyway.)

Can Monica keep those pants? Those could come in handy. And well, so the scan didn’t show anything. Is this.... is this now really how she gains powers? Will this be her new origin? The thought crossed my mind before, but are we really going down that road?

AND ALL THE MILLION BONUSPOINTS FOR CASUALLY NAMEDROPPING CAPTAIN MARVEL ONLY TO SEE MONICA’S FACE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *screams into the void* yep, didn’t hurt at all.................

Okay, so, well Tommy and Billy... will they die? Will I have to suffer through it all including the soul transfer and all? I have the Young Avengers books and tbh Billy and Tommy were never the ones I cared most about (love The Children’s Crusade, because after Avengers Disassembled and House of M that was the first story that was really about Wanda as a person, with something resembling agency and a voice). But seeing them rapidly aging and all. OMG. And the way Wanda is so confused that they won’t do what she wants like everybody else... my heart hurts from watching all of that.

Agnes was MVP this ep for sure. The most shady of MVPs, here for it. (I know Monica specifically said that she heard Wanda's voice in her head, but Norm screaming "make her stop", her...)

Oh right, a commercial again. HOORAY! Sometimes I laugh (by which I mean cry) about the fact that what happened in Lagos set off so much. But there Wanda could only react. Crossbones fucking killed himself and the explosion on the ground could have cost many, many people their lives. Wanda was not fast enough and too inexperienced to contain the explosion just like ten seconds longer, so everybody was clear. (The best part is seeing the agonizing look on his face, because he doesn’t die as fast as he expected, oops.) It was a tragedy how many got killed by the bomb. if a hand grenade goes off in a crowd and you kick it away, you are not solely responsible for the casualties when you tried your best to get it away from as many as possible. Well, wait, what I wanted to get back to - setting the Hulk loose in Johannesburg, that is something Wanda did that was somewhat buried under a rug. That was something she didn’t answer for. But they keep bringing up Lagos instead. Also nice touch saying that husband's can use it too. Remember when Vision accidentally shot Rhodey down? (Funny bringing up Germany, where the worst Wanda did was destroying cars and throwing other Avengers around, she was the one pulling her punches that day. And ended up in a straightjacket.)

Can Pietro just go and get Jean over, so Wanda can finally have somebody to actually talk to? XD (I know MCU Wanda is Hot Topic Jean Grey.............)

Vision having no idea what truly is going on, no recollection of his actual life. That also hurts. Why does everything about this episode hurt so much? It’s only 5 of 9, WHAT ELSE IS COMING?? (stillexpectingmephistoandsomereallydarkstuff)

I trust Monica, Woo and Darcy - everybody else needs to sit down.

((On my monthly pull list I have S.W.O.R.D. and also Strange Academy, and the fact that in SA we got to see Wanda’s e-mail inbox with a message from Magneto reaching out and in S.W.O.R.D. seeing his face when Wanda is mentioned... feelings. But also watching WandaVision, somebody saying Wanda should reverse death, thinking about comic Wanda creating millions of zombies out of good intentions..... look, I like Wanda and that has been one painful experience after the other in any medium..... if she blows up the world out of grief, I will still shrug with a “good for her”, such a rough ride...))

[namorres]

enough has to be enough.

pairing: tony stark x reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: anxiety attacks; a little angsty? idk, sad boi tony hours. 

NOTES: this is my first tony stark fic, so i’m really sorry if it’s hella cheesy or super badly written. okok here you go :))

the avengers masterlist

He hadn’t slept in three days, hadn’t been able to close his eyes without seeing things he wished he hadn’t, without seeing himself falling or her dying in his arms. Things like that had only happened once, but in his head, it was almost every night.

But, she had convinced him to give sleeping in bed with her a shot, just for tonight, because slaving away in the lab wasn’t going to get him anywhere. And, last time she checked, JARVIS could only do so much to make Tony take care of himself. So, he followed her up the stairs, and she walked into the bedroom, pushing him toward the bathroom as she told JARVIS to dim the lights. 

“Very well, Mrs. Stark,” he complied, dimming the lights considerably enough for them to sleep.

She turned her attention to Tony, who was leaning against the sink and staring at the blue reactor in the center of his chest. She knew what it had done to him, what a battle it had been, what a battle it continues to be, for him. Sighing lightly, she pressed her body to his back, wrapping her hands around his chest and gingerly kissing his shoulder. A breath came from his chest, and he relaxed, standing straighter and leaning more into his wife. 

“I don’t know what to do, y/n. I can’t sleep– I can’t stop thinking about seeing you– I can’t lose the only thing I care about,” he admitted quietly, calloused hands coming up to cup her’s. His eyes were still locked on his chest, but it was quickly becoming a background thought the longer y/n’s hands stayed on his body.

“You haven’t. And you won’t,” she said, words matching his tone. Lifting herself up just slightly, she kissed just underneath his ear, “Now let’s get ready for bed, yeah?”

They exchanged soft kisses as they both got in their sleeping clothes, then walked together to bed, climbing in and rather quickly dozing off. It was only a couple hours before Tony had turned away from y/n, cuddling a pillow to his sleeping body while y/n kept a soft hand on his back. But, as the night went on, Tony became progressively more restless, twitching and grunting occasionally before it became much too loud for y/n to sleep through.

Tony’s leg kicked back rather aggressively, making contact with y/n’s side and quickly waking her. Jolting upward, she heard her husband’s grunts and saw the sweat practically pooling around him on the pillow, placing a hand on his shoulder and trying to wake him up. “Tony, honey, wake up,” she tried quietly, but nothing came of it. “Tony! Tony, wake up!” 

When she yelled and shook him a little harder, a sudden crash sounded from downstairs and then there was a suit in her face, one of the metal hands on her throat, lifting her from the mattress, and the other ready to fire. Gripping the fingers as hard as she could, she began to thrash, barely able to breathe. A scream ripped from her throat whenever the robot squeezed tighter, and Tony was immediately awake, making a jerky hand motion before the suit collapsed, dropping his wife with it. 

Tony hopped off the bed, crouching down and looking at her with nothing but absolute terror in his eyes. “Are you okay? I’m sorry the– I was working on its response times– had to fix the way it didn’t–”

“Tony, stop!” She yelled, pushing herself up and against the wall, “I can’t– you– that thing almost killed me, Anthony!” 

“I know!” He replied, worried, exasperated, breathless, “I didn’t mean for it to happen– it must’ve read my vitals and came because it thought– thought there was a threat.” 

She scoffed, still catching her breath and staring at the disassembled robot in front of her. There was a moment of silence, a moment where Tony fell back onto his calves and started to gently rock, hand to his mouth as he thought – a moment where y/n had to carefully think about the decision she was about to make. 

“Tony, I can’t keep doing this,” she said quietly, after the moment was gone and she had thought, “I can’t wake up like this every night.”

He looked at her like a child, eyes wide and rather glassy as he realized what she was trying to say, “No– sweetheart, I can fix this–”

“No, Tony– this is the one thing you can’t fix.” She didn’t say much more, pushing herself up off the floor and walking toward the stairs that lead into the living room, behind the wall the bed was against, “I’m gonna– I’m gonna go out.”

“Where?” His voice was small, and something in her chest stung for a few seconds at the sound of it.

“I don’t know. Just out.”

Tony watched her walk out of the room, trying to get up and follow her out. But his chest constricted and he heard the door close, his breathing picking up and tears beginning to cloud his vision. Harsh puffs of breath left his lips as he tried to calm down, but he couldn’t find it in himself to get a grip on anything going through his mind. 

This was worse than any of the other ones he’d felt – he couldn’t just stop and breathe, he couldn’t just slide down a wall and close his eyes for a second and then be okay. He needed y/n, he needed her to come back and just hold him because, dammit, he loved her more than anything and he couldn’t lose her. 

It took a few minutes before his throat loosened and he was able to tell JARVIS to call her, to which the AI said, “Sir, I don’t think that’s such a good idea–”

“I don’t care, call y/n,” he forced out, still gripping the mattress beside him as he tried to catch his breath.

There was another moment of silence, of Tony sitting on the floor, chest heaving and dark eyes wide before y/n’s voice came through his ears, “Tony, you need to sleep.”

“N– I can’t– I–”

“No, don’t say what I know you’re going to say. Please, just rest. I’ll be back by the morning.”

“Honey,” was all he was able to say before the line went dead. He had calmed down enough to get up at hearing her voice, but his stomach still felt heavy and he knew he wasn’t going to sleep. Especially not now. 

He was able to pull himself off the ground, walking into the bathroom and staring at his reflection in the mirror. Anger bubbled up in his chest, and he smacked the mirror with his hand, looking down and feeling a knot in his throat. 

Why did this always happen to him? Why did Tony Stark always mess everything up, just when it’s going well, just when he’s sure everything’s going to get better?

The simple answer was, there was no answer. It was just the plight he faced. Every damn day.

A sigh left his throat and he pushed off the mirror, putting on a pair of sweatpants and going to the lab downstairs. 

“Sir, Mrs. Stark advised–”

“Not now, JARVIS,” was all he said, dismissing the AI and continuing in his path. “Send Mark-40 down to the lab, please.”

The suit was down in the lab by the time Tony was, organized in pieces on his work table. Sitting down on a stool in front of it, he pulled up the specs and tried to tamper with it, adjusting settings and fixing any anomalies he hadn’t otherwise paid any mind to. But, it seemed that with every discrepancy he fixed, another one emerged and he was brought five steps back.

Three hours, and so many problems, later, he let out a grunt, grabbing a small screwdriver that was sitting on the table, standing, and chucking it across his lab, the object smacking DUM-E and bouncing off, rolling on the floor in an annoyingly loud way. And that only seemed to make it worse. Festering with anger, Tony turned around and swept every piece of the suit off, listening to it clank against the floor, a few curses leaving his lips.

His chest heaving, he smacked the table beneath him as hard as he could with both of his fists, letting out a strangled yell, and then breaking down, sobs leaving his raw throat. There was absolutely nothing he could do but sit there and break, sit in his mess and cry. It was pathetic, truly, but if you asked if he gave a damn in that moment, he would probably tell you to get away.

“Sir,” JARVIS said, “you must calm down. Your vitals are reaching excessive–”

“Shut up! Shut up, shut up, sh– just shut up,” his voice started loud, loud and strained, but slowly drowned out to nothing but a whine, a whimper as he gripped the sides of his head. He wanted to feel the tears on his cheeks, he wanted to just be able to yell and make it all go away but he couldn’t. 

He couldn’t cry, he couldn’t just yell it away, he couldn’t. He couldn’t fix himself. 

Y/n was right.

He sank down to the floor, breathing shallowly and letting his hands fall away from his face, thudding against the floor as he stared at nothing in particular. He tried to swallow the knot in his throat away a few times, but nothing came of it, and he just remained there, slightly shaking, body exhausted.

Sleep hit him rather quickly, and of course, there were nightmares, and he jolted awake within a couple of hours, still sitting in the same spot. He could see the light pouring through the window of his lab, but the car y/n took was still missing and Tony was still alone in his suddenly too big house.

Standing, he asked JARVIS quietly, “Where is she?”

“I cannot tell you, sir,” he admitted, “her location-tracker has been manually turned off.”

Tony closed his eyes, pursing his lips and sighing, “D’you think–”

“I would advise against calling her, sir,” JARVIS warned, and Tony knew he was right. Of course, he was right, Tony built him. Defeated, Tony simply just walked over to where the suits were, deciding there was nothing more he could do but occupy his mind with tinkering, trying to fix problems that may or may not be there, just to do something.

He knew y/n wasn’t going to simmer down easily, and he knew that whatever he did to reach out to her would be ignored. And she had every reason to ignore it. 

Y/n didn’t hesitate to reject calls from Tony when she was pissed, and she wouldn’t start now. She simply turned her location sharing off for both her phone and her car, and every time JARVIS attempted to call or reach her, she rejected or ignored it. She knew the AI was doing everything he could to bring the Starks back together, but to her, it just didn’t seem worth it.

Y/n could already predict that Tony was down in that damned lab, working on suits because she wasn’t there and he wouldn’t be able to find anything else to do with himself. She could tell anyone that he probably fell asleep on the floor, and that there was probably another dink in one of his robots, and that there was probably a deconstructed suit laying in pieces all over the floor.  She knew Anthony Howard Stark too well to not know what he was doing, and to not know that her not being there wasn’t doing him any good. 

She could remember what it was like whenever she first met him – Pepper Potts was his assistant, and the stress on her features every second of the day was evident enough that he probably couldn’t have survived without her. Then whenever she became a true part of Tony’s life picture, her and Pepper got so much closer, and y/n herself ended up just as stressed on a day to day basis, worrying about Tony’s constant stupid, compulsive decisions, as well as the security of the company. 

And if she said that she regretted it, she would be lying to herself. Because she absolutely loved working with Miss Potts, and she loved being with Tony, and she loved working as an employee (sort of) of Stark Industries. She loved her life, and she loved Tony, but she didn’t love the worry, and she didn’t love the injuries that he came home with. She didn’t love the nightmares that it caused him, and although she didn’t mind that it sometimes put her in danger – she knew that when she got with him, her life wasn’t going to be all peachy and safe, she hated that it threatened to take the one thing she cared most about away from her.

That was something her and the billionaire had in common – the worry for one another. But, recently, she found it harder and harder to tell herself that everything was going to be okay. She remembered seeing Tony fall from the sky, she remembered almost dying, she remembered watching him get shot, she remembered all of it. And she was starting to debate a life without having to worry, without being terrified that her husband wasn’t coming home. She debated just getting out of it. Just being another employee and maybe staying friends with Pepper. 

But something in her told her that she loved Tony Stark too goddamn much to just leave him, to file those papers and say that she was done. And that was her curse. But enough had to be enough, and she had to be able to step away from it all. That’s why she decided to leave, that’s why she turned off her location, why she drove halfway across the state and went to stay with her mother, which welcomed her home with open, comforting arms. 

She knew that she would be back with Tony, but it just– she needed a break from everything. 

“Should I call him?” She asked her mom as the two of them sat on her back patio, looking out over the city, sipping on whatever coffee her mom had decided to make that morning.

“He’s probably worried, sweetheart,” she replied, voice higher and slightly sympathetic, “you know he loves you more than anything in the entire world.”

“I know– I just– I’m so tired of it, Mom,” she sighed, “it seems like he’s always putting those stupid suits over me. One of them almost killed me, and I don’t wanna have to go into my house terrified that I’m going to be killed by a goddamn metal suit.”

Her mom was quiet, without words until she simply said, “I’d let him know where you are, sweetie. Give him a slight peace of mind.”

Y/n sighed, looking out over the city for a moment before nodding, “I will… be back.”

She walked inside, setting her coffee cup down and grabbing her phone off the counter, not seeing anything from Tony on her notifications screen. Well, that stung. But, if she were being honest with herself, she would’ve ignored them anyway. Dialing his number, she put it up to her ear and within a single ring, JARVIS was the one answering, “Mrs. Stark.”

“JARVIS, I need to speak to Tony,” she said, irritation building up in her stomach at the idea that he made JARVIS answer for him.

There was a moment of silence, and then a slight wind sound before Tony’s voice leaked through, “Hey, honey.”

“Tony, I was just calling–”

“I’m sorry, do you think that–”

“No, I will not call back later–”

“I’m kinda in the middle of something–” A scream was heard in the background.

“I don’t give a damn what you’re in the middle of–”

“Honey–”

“Tony! I’m not– you know what, whatever. I’m not going to play games with you. I’m not coming home, not for a while. Okay. I’ll let you get back to whatever you’re doing that’s more important,” and then she hung up the phone before Tony was able to say more.

Of course he’d try to blow her off, and of course he’d assume that she was calling to tell him that she was coming home. That’s the only reason she could imagine that would justify his dismissive attitude. 

A groan left her throat, and she slammed down her phone, grabbing the coffee mug and going back outside. 

“Didn’t go well, huh?” Her mom asked, immediately able to tell that something was wrong just by the slight crease in her eyebrows.

“He’s in the suit, Mom. The goddamn suit,” y/n sat back down, placing the half empty coffee mug on the table and sitting back in the chair. 

Apologetically, her mother sighed, “Y/n, I hate to say it, but when you said ‘I do’, you said it to Tony and you said it to Iron Man. You know that.”

Y/n remained silent – her mom was right. She was always right. Y/n did say “I do” to Tony and the suit, and she did know then, just like she knows now, that there would be times that she considered destroying all of Tony’s suits, and just getting rid of it all. And, even then, she told herself that it wouldn’t be worth anything because it was Tony, and Tony never gave up on something that he wanted. He always got it. 

“Momma, I don’t know what to do anymore,” she finally admitted, rather quietly. “What am I supposed to do? I love him, goddamn do I love him, but how am I supposed to handle– how am I supposed to deal with the rest of it– the rest of all of this?”

“Day by day, sweetheart. You just learn to deal with it, and you take the ride along with him. That’s what you two have always been good at, no matter what the world decides to throw at you,” her mom’s words were said with so much wisdom behind them, so much truth that it made y/n’s heart hurt at the idea of not having Tony. 

There was another bought of silence before y/n asked if it would be okay for her to stay a couple days longer, to which her mother replied an obvious yes, and y/n thanked her. They both went inside, curling up on the couch and putting on an old movie to watch together. Y/n found a smile making its way onto her face, soft and easy and stress-free. It felt good to be back with her mom, away from the worry of being Mrs. Stark.

And that feeling stayed for the next two days until y/n finally decided to go back to Malibu, kissing her mom on the cheek and promising that the next time she visited, she would bring Tony along and they would all be happy. Halfway back to their house, y/n decided that she wanted to get Tony something – maybe something of an apology, or maybe something of a “You better apologize to me because that was stupid”. Problem was, the man was the hardest to get gifts for. 

Shrugging to herself, she parked her car in the streetside parking lot of an old record shop and went in, finally noticing how dark it had started getting and making a note to herself that she wanted to be home rather soon. She flipped through the records in the store before finally deciding on an old rock album she had heard Tony mention wasn’t in his collection before and bringing it to the register. 

The cashier, a young kid, looked up and his eyes lit up, “Are you Y/n Stark?”

She smiled, laughing slightly, “Yes, that would be me.”

“Can I just say that your husband is a great man,” he was practically bouncing, words coming out a little jittery.

Y/n laughed and nodded, pushing the record forward a little more to remind him why she was there, “I would agree.”

He finally looked down and shook his head, “Oh! I’m sorry– you know what? Go ahead and take it, free of charge.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, her eyebrows coming up slightly.

“Of course, have a good night, Mrs. Stark,” he smiled, pushing the record and sleeve toward her without hesitation. 

Thankfully, she took the record and bid him a good night and walked out to her car, opening the back seat and setting the record down before climbing in the driver’s seat and pulling out of the parking lot, finishing the trek to Malibu as fast as she could. 

When she was pulling into the garage, she noticed a distinct lack of Stark, and her eyebrows furrowed. Parking her car, she got out, grabbing the record from the backseat before calling out, “Tony?”

When she didn’t get a reply, she set the record down on the worktable and called out for JARVIS instead, “Do you know where Tony is?”

“He is in your shared bedroom, Mrs. Stark,” JARVIS replied. 

“Why not down here?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” JARVIS answered honestly, and for the first time, y/n was dumbfounded that JARVIS didn’t know something about Tony.

“Okay, thank you,” she trailed, forgetting about the record and simply walking to the elevator, riding it all the way up to the third floor. Walking toward their bedroom area, her eyebrows once again came together as she noticed Tony and the state he happened to be in. 

He was sprawled out on the bed, various tiny bruises covering his body. All he was wearing was his underwear that he wore to bed, and a torn-to-shreds muscle tee, and y/n’s worry spiked at the sight. 

“Tony?” She asked quietly, to which he shot up and looked at her, brown eyes wide and shocked.

“Y/n, god,” he murmured, head falling back before he pushed himself up with what seemed like a little too much effort, “I have missed you.”

“What happened, Tony?” She asked, getting closer and kneeling to look at all of his injuries. An eyebrow cut, a swollen lip, a bruised eye, tiny little scrapes, multiple bruises littering his… everything. “Oh, my God.”

“I don’t really– I have no explanation, if I’m being honest. You were gone, I was restless– did you know that crime truly never sleeps?” He seemed to brush off her worry, hands not really leaving his legs until he pointed a finger up toward the ceiling, using it to speak before sucking his lip and going quiet again. 

“You– I can’t leave for two days without you almost getting yourself killed, Tony?” She asked, not angrily, but more in an exasperated, what the hell am I supposed to do with you way.

“Uh,” he hesitated, as if he really needed to think about what he was going to say, “nope. See that’s– that’s the thing, honey. You can’t leave, you can’t walk out because, well– because I cannot survive without you.” His lips moved the side of his face as he pursed them, brown eyes as honest and open as she’d ever seen them. 

Unable to say anything, she simply stood and brought his head to her chest, his hands coming up to rest on her arms. His eyes closed and he sighed, relishing in the feeling of her fingers running through his hair, of her lips against his forehead and the steady beat of her heart. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

She pulled his face upward, so she could really look at him, and she drew her eyebrows together, a sigh leaving her lips as her eyes darted across his beaten features, “I know.” Leaning down, she placed a kiss on his lips, and then whispered, “Just don’t– don’t die on me, Anthony.”

Tony placed one hand on her cheek, smiling softly as she leaned into his palm, “I wouldn’t do that to you, y/n.” He paused, looking her in the eye before looking over to the right and back, “I couldn’t do that to you, actually. Might be a little too dangerous.” 

She let out a huff of laughter, looking over his head and shaking her own, the one hand still in his hair falling down to meet the other at the base of his neck. Meeting him at his level, she went in to place a kiss on his lips but instead landed on his cheek, whispering in his ear, “You really need to take a shower.”

“On one condition,” he said, looking up at his wife and feeling his heart swell to see that playful grin on her face that mirrored his own, “you have to shower with me.”

“Deal,” she smiled, and he stood, placing a small kiss on her forehead. “But no funny business, Stark.” 

“Ah, see– that was not in my list of terms and conditions,” he pointed to her, backing up toward the bathroom.

“Oh my– seriously?” She laughed.

“As serious as Cap’n Spangles on Memorial Day.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ben Parker & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Dum-E, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker & Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Ben Parker, Dummy (Iron Man movies), Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Tony Stark Additional Tags: he likes to talk, who cares if nobody answers, Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV) References, whump warning: fire, ironfam, Irondad, IronDaughter, spiderson Series: Part 12 of Ironfam Summary:

Not everybody Peter enjoys talking to always answers. Doesn't mean that Peter can't talk to them though.

1

“Hi, Uncle Ben”, Peter smiled, somewhat awkwardly. “Happy birthday!” He toyed around with the card he held in his hand. “Unfortunately, they didn't have any 'For the awesome Uncle, who is practically your father' , so I went straight with 'For the world's best Dad'. I mean it's true on any level except genetically. Though I'm not sure how human my genes are any more, so I guess that's even true of my parents... Sorry, I'm digressing.”

Gently, he placed the card just by the bouquet of daisies, Uncle Ben's favourite flowers. They were somewhat wilted, but Aunt May was sure to come by later, and get him a fresh one for his birthday.

“Don't tell Aunt May that I skipped school, though”, he pleaded as he sat himself down, just by the head stone. “She'll ground me from Ned, or Spidermanning, or the Avengers and that's not cool... Oh yeah, that's right, I'm an official Avenger now!”, he beamed proudly, after having made sure that nobody was around to listen in on Peter talking to his Uncle's grave. “I know, it's so cool, right? And woah, you should have seen Aunt May, when she took on Tony Stark, and made very clear that every little thing that'll happen to me, she'll make sure he'll suffer too.” Peter couldn't help but giggle at Tony's grimace. A man who didn't seem to be afraid of anything was seriously scared of Aunt May. Not that Peter could blame him for that; he'd rather go up against the Vulture again, than Aunt May when she was angry with him.

“She's alright. I know I don't have to, because she's like the most badass woman out there, but I'm still looking out for her. And she is doing good.”

There was just this big, burning thing, looming in Peter's mind. “So, this might be a little awkward, but she's seeing someone again. He works for Tony, he's a really good guy, actually. And yeah, it's plenty weird. But Aunt May says, that he's not here to replace you, or anything like that, so I guess that's something...”

Fidgeting nervously with his fingers, Peter looked down on his hands. “I'm not gonna do that, I promise”, he vowed, “I'll never forget you, and I'll always love you and as good of a guy Happy is, you'll always be my Uncle, and you'll always have that place in my heart that nobody ever can have.”

At this point, Peter wasn't sure if he assured Uncle Ben or himself. Him it definitely helped; things were sort of out in the open. It'd be so much easier though, to hear some sort of answer, get some kind of reaction. But that wasn't gonna happen, was it?

2

“What? No!”, Peter groaned and dropped to the ground. “Why, WHY?”

At his outburst, Dum-E wheeled over, looking at Peter with a somewhat tilted head. Not that he really had one, but he definitely seemed to be curious what had Peter so frustrated.

“It's not working Dum-E. Nothing is! So, you see, that thing here is supposed to light up.” He pointed at the robot he built for the science fair.

It was slightly embarrassing, Peter had worked on far more advanced projects in here, mostly with Mr Stark, but also when by himself. “And I can't just ask Mr Stark, it's way to easy.”

Dum-E followed him around the table, curiously inspecting everything Peter explained to him. “So you see, with these cables connected, it should react to my commands! Ugh.” He rolled his eyes at his own idiocy and turned to Dum-E looking at him somewhat dubiously. Great, even the robot thought Peter was an idiot.

“Don't look at me like that”, Peter made clear, pointing at him.

The way Dum-E looked up at him, with his head somewhat tilted to one side, it reminded Peter of a puppy dog, realizing that something was wrong, but not really understanding what it was.

“I'm sorry”, Peter sighed and patted the little head, “I'm just stressed and annoyed and...” He just let out a deep sigh. But, all moping wouldn't help him, so he went back to disassembling the circuitry.

“I know you're not gonna answer”, Peter eventually remarked, “but I think I'm gonna keep on talking to you.”

The beep that came from Dum-E sounded to Peter like the robot consenting to be talked to.

“Great. Alright, so the idea is that the robot can walk and follow a few simple commands. It's not like I'm creating an AI here, so it shouldn't be too complicated. I know, I know”, he hurried to say, when he felt Dum-E looking at him all funnily. “I shouldn't give too much thought to the aesthetics, but it's a damn science fair, so I'll just have to bother with that, even if the rest suffers for it.”

“Beep.”

“Come on”, Peter rolled his eyes, “that was really uncalled for.”

“Beep, beep.”

“Wow, Dum-E, there is no need for name-calling”, Peter shot back, staring the robot down, who eventually dropped his head.

“Beep.”

“Yes, of course you're forgiven.”

“Beep. Beep, beep.”

“Omigod, yes, that's it!”, Peter cried out, leaned over to press a kiss on Dum-E's head, before turning back to his own robot, where – whether by himself or with help from Dum-E – Peter had finally found the mistake.. “Thanks so much, Dum-E, you're a genius!”

3

“You full?”, Peter asked, looking down on the six months old girl, who dejectedly threw the biscuit through the room. “I guess that's a yes”, Peter snorted and repositioned her on his lap.

“So, Morgan, as your honorary older brother, it's my duty to teach you the important things in life”, he explained. “And one of these things I need to introduce you to is Brooklyn Nine Nine.”

Peter didn't even have to ask FRI to play it, Netflix opened automatically on the big TV screen. He was on his umpteenth rewatch, currently somewhere in season 1 again.

“So, that's Jake”, he explained.

“Shdkpf.”

“Yeah, he's pretty smart”, Peter agreed with her. “That's Amy.”

“Giggidgsh.”

“Exactly!”, he grinned, “he's totally into her. But he plays over it, because, well, he's a little awkward.”

“Pfffrm.”

“I'm not awkward!”

“Gskgsk.”

“Oh, that is so unfair of you to bring up”, Peter complained. “And it's totally not the same! I kept on lying to MJ to keep her safe!”

“Mmmhpff.”

“I can't believe that you would say that to me, when we both know what your Dad did for you Mum.” He looked down on Morgan who beamed up with wide eyes. “He got her an oversized stuffed bunny. I got MJ a necklace.”

“Brrrrrrrrm.”

“Thank you, Morgan. But now let's get back here. See, that's Teddy.”

“Pshhhmmm.”

“Mo! I know he's not the greatest, but we don't say words like this! Anyways, he's also into Amy. And she's kinda into him. And Jake doesn't find that so great.”

“Gshkshsga.”

“No, it's nothing like me, MJ and Brad. I don't even know where you'd get that idea. Besides, Brad doesn't even matter any more. And Teddy won't matter for too long, either.”

“Gashmmmm”

“Sorry, spoiler alert”, Peter apologized and tapped his finger on her hand, prompting her to grab it, squeeze and pull on it. “Dude, we can be happy I got superpowers, otherwise that'd probably hurt. Like a lot. You're really fierce, hey?”

“Hmmmmpf.”

“Yeah”, he beamed, “exactly like your Mummy.”

+1

The first thing Peter realized, was something or someone holding onto his hand, and a soft voice talking to him.

“How often have I told you to call me when things go pear-shaped? I'm a genius and I can't even count how high.”

That sounded a lot like Mr Stark. Why was he holding Peter's hand, and why were his eyes so heavy?

“You really are an absolute pain in my ass, Parker”, Mr Stark continued. “I mean, I'm absolutely impressed by how smart you are, by your innate desire to help people, but do you have to be so damn self-sacrificial? Remember, I got a heart condition and that shit just ain't good for me!”

A calloused thumb gently stroked the back of his hand. “Fuck”, he mumbled, “I guess I should probably tell you how awesomely you did, how you saved all the people from that burning building, but did you have to breathe in that much smoke? You're lucky you got your spider-healing, things could have looked very differently.”

Slowly, things came back to him. KAREN directed him to some office building, where a fire had broke out, trapping a bunch of people on the top floors. Peter didn't even think twice before climbing up the wall to get everybody out.

“And by the way, I'm not the only one who thinks that”, Tony made clear. “Your lovely girlfriend said something along the lines of her going to kill you if you end up dead. And Aunt Hottie... Damnit, I really should stop calling her that, especially in front of you, it's just all shades of wrong... Well, she definitely agrees with Michelle, as does Morgan. In summary, you've got three of the fiercest women on this planet on your ass.”

“That being said, I am still so proud of you. And I really am one lucky son of a bitch to have such an exasperating, snarky, pain-in-the-ass Spiderling in my life. So please, to all that's holy and good in this world, please, just please...” A deep sigh followed, before Mr Stark continued to speak: “Kid, I love you. Which means I worry so damn much. And as good as I look with grey hair, there's no need for you to give me any more of those, you got that?”

“Yeah”, Peter mumbled and squeezed the hand that was holding onto his.

“Wha...” Mr Stark jumped, clearly having thought Peter was asleep. “And how long have you been awake, mister?”

“Long enough”, he sighed, feeling himself already drifting off again. “I love you, too, Mr Stark.”

[bestfunfactoday-blog]

Marvel Comics Heritage - The Fallen

Let us choose a minute of silence to mourn all those fallen in Marvel Comics history... This is not a complete record by any indicates, but there are some fatalities in Marvel Comics background that are truly worth mentioning. CAPTAIN America Just not too long ago good ol' Cap fell to a bullet on the courthouse steps. He was brought in on costs of battling the Registration Act in the aftermath of Civil War. An obsessed follower of the Act shot Captain The united states, Steve Rogers position blank and he died on the steps in Captain The usa #25 (vol. five). This wasn't the very first time Cap "died" of class, nevertheless. As everybody is aware, he was believed lifeless for several a long time, but was identified frozen in a block of ice. They say he is seriously dead this time, but everyone knows there are only 3 characters that continue to be useless: Bucky, Uncle Ben and Jason Todd. So considerably we've seen two of them again in the land of the dwelling, so... JEAN Grey This female has died more situations that just one can remember. The most prolific of her deaths was throughout the Darkish Phoenix Saga, of study course, when the Phoenix Force had taken about her physique. She in a natural way returned. And then died again. And then returned. And died. And so on and so forth. Seemingly she is seriously dead this time, and Scott Summers has finally moved on... with Emma Frost!  If you have any inquiries with regards to the place and how to use https://funfactoday.com/fun-facts/strongest-marvel-characters-in-the-marvel-universe/, you can get in touch with us at our website. HAWKEYE A further Avenger member that died and came back again a few of situations. He died all through Avengers Disassemble when the Scarlet Witch experienced employed the chaos magic to change fact. When it all fell apart Hawkeye was located among the residing again, but altered within just. UNCLE BEN Most likely the most significant loss of life in Marvel Comics background, Ben Parker misplaced his existence and gave Peter Parker, his nephew, Spider-Male, objective. X-STATIX There has never ever been so a lot loss of life in one particular e book. Initially, in X-Drive, the entire group was killed. With a new title and a new team the killings began once again. A person by just one, associates were killed off in the best parody of comedian ebook fatalities ever witnessed. COBRA COMMANDER Okay, so he is not component of the common Marvel Universe continuity, but when Marvel experienced the G.I. Joe license they killed Cobra Commander off and even went to the hassle of burying him. Nonetheless, concern #one hundred observed the acquainted hooded determine gracing the go over with the phrases "I'm Again!". It was a incredibly impacting expose and problem, and a pretty great time to be a G.I. Joe enthusiast! This is just a little sampling of the lots of deaths in Marvel Comics background. There are other quite notable ones, and loads of not so noteworthy kinds littering the partitions and halls of the Marvel Universe. Demise and comics, comics and dying. One has to marvel when Uncle Ben will arrive strolling down Major Avenue. .

[allisonbaelfire]

Until My Last Breath

Pairings: Steve x Reader, Tony Stark!father x Reader

Summary: After Infinity War, you and the rest of the Team tried to find a solution, how to get half of the humanity back. Besides the guilt everyone felt, it was hard for you not knowing if your dad was still alive or not. It happens that the satellites get a signal from a spaceship, that is about to land on earth. It could be your father, who you happend seen since the registration act, where you took Steve’s side - or Thanos helpers could be back after they heard about your plan.

Word Count: 2,008

Authors Note: I think, this is by far my best Story yet.

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It was the middle of the night when you woke up slowly. You were starting to get cold, and when you noticed that Steve was no longer lying next to you, an inner unease spread in you.

Before the "snap", you never had a problem with sleeping alone and didn’t worry so fast. But now, every day, you were afraid that Thanos would change his mind, that he’d come back and take Steve like he took your father.

You got up to look for him. You perceived light in Bathroom, through the crack in the door. You opened the door slowly and saw Steve. 

He didn’t notice you. You saw that he was shaving off his beard. You liked his beard, nevertheless it was a symbol of the past years. The years in which you were considered "enemies of the state", when you lost against Thanos and half of the humanity vanished into dust. 

You opened the door a bit more and leaned against the door frame, “Hey Captain.” you smiled soft.

He looked at you through the reflection of the mirror. You could see that he was trying to carry the burden alone, as he looked into your eyes. 

You walked slowly behind him. “You look handsome.” You kissed his back and touched gently his arms. 

Steve didn’t say anything. A thank you was hard right now, but you knew it had nothing to do with you.He probably had another nightmare again. After five years, you had the first hope to bring Thanos to the track, Steve was worried that something could go wrong and he could lose even more people.

“It’ll work. We’ll get them back.” You said so softly, as if you were whispering. Not only did you try to convince Steve that your plan would work, you had to keep telling yourself that too.

Steve turned to you. He was looking into your eyes and touched gently your cheek. You leaned in his touch and closed your eyes for a split second.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do if it doesn’t.” He replied. You looked at him. “I promised Tony to keep you safe -”

He paused but you knew what he wanted to say. He would like to keep you out of the whole fight, but the team needed your strength, also Steve needed you during the upcoming fight at his side, if wouldn’t be there he would just worry.

Steve took a deep breath. “Do you regret joining me then? When Tony agreed to the registration act?”

You already wondered when he would ask you that question. He worried that you had only joined him because you fell in love with him, also he felt guilty that you couldn’t see your father for over five years and you might never see him again.

Normally, such a question would annoy you. Steve just put more guilt on his shoulders to take it away from others. You hated it when he did that. But now was not the time to be angry with him.

“I would make the same decision over and over again. And Steve, I didn’t join you then, because I was in love with you. I was against the registration act because I want to protect the world but at the same time myself and my family, my future children too.”

Steve looked relieved when he heard your answer, but still he remembered the promise he made to Tony when you had to leave the country with him.

He took your hand and placed a kiss on the top of it. You gently caressed his head. 

“Let’s go back to bed, shall we?” You asked and he nodded.

                              ~*~

“What do you need to make them work?” You asked Bruce as he explained his plan again.

“We use the information we’ve of Vision’s Stone, Wanda’s Powers and what Shuri found out.” Bruce replied.

Bruce tried to make his plan as simple as possible to give everyone new hope. The plan was to try to create Infinity Stones and use them to restore half of humanity. 

Scott was helping him with the research results from Dr. Pym. Thor gave him all the information he had about the stones and you others tried to get all the materials he needed to create the new stones.

                            ~*~  

You went into your fathers old lab at the beach. The house still belonged to your family, yet it still had to be rebuild again but you liked it here anyways. It was the house were you grew up in.

You told the others you were searching for some information that could help, which was somehow true, but the real reason why you were here was because you missed him.

You always felt closest to him when you were here. You've always worked on your school research projects together, until you grew up and worked together on his iron man suits.

“Hey Dum-e.” You greeted your fathers robot. “Look what I brought you. (X)” You smiled and put the picture of them on your fathers desk. You loved this Robot and you knew your father did too, even after all his threats to disassemble him.

                           ~*~

You were so deep in your thoughts as you worked on your Iron Suit that you didn’t notice your mother.

“Hey Sweetie,” She smiled. You shrug and let your spanner fall. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t.” You tried to lie but your mom just chuckled.

“You really are like your father.” She admitted.

“Is this a good or a bad thing?”

“Depends.” She replied and you laughed together. 

“I’ll bring him back to you, I promise.” You assured her. 

She came to you and pulled you in a hug. “I don’t care how old you’re, you’ll always be my little girl.” She spoke and you tried to hold back your tears. “I miss him but I won’t survive losing you too, I know I cant stop you from trying to safe the world - like I said, you’re your fathers daughter, but please Y/N be careful.”

>>knock, knock<<

“I’m sorry to interrupt.” Steve apologized.

He looked intimidated whenever Pepper was present. After all, you were on the run with Steve for a long time and if you had been here when Thanos attacked, Tony might not have disappeared.

“You don’t.” She answered friendly.

You let go of your mom. “What’s going on?” 

Usually Steve wouldn’t come here, he knew this was the only spot where you could somehow breath and take a break from everything that was happening.

“You should both come with me.” He suggested.

You knew he was trying to sound friendly, but if something was so important he came to the lab, something must have happened.

                         ~*~

You followed Steve until you saw everyone surrounding Bruce. You rushed into the lab and all eyes where on you and your mother.

“What is going on here?” Pepper asked.

No one seemed to speak, not even Natasha who always had something to say.

You got worried. “Didn’t you hear what she asked?! What the hell is going on?”

Clint pushed Steve forward to you, he was the one who should tell you, “We received a warning from our Satellites that a spaceship is on the way to Earth, with 2 people and something else on board. We assume Tony might be on the ship. But we do not know if anyone lives.”

“How much time until its down here?” You asked without any emotion.

Bruce looked at you, “10 Minutes.”

That was all you needed. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., initiate the fight and defense suit 02 ultra.” You ordered. 

“Ma’am, I suggest you take one of your old suits. They’re safer.” Friday replied.

“Do as I say.” You answered and made your way outside of the Avengers Facility.

Steve followed you, “Y/N, we don’t kn ow if its him or if he still is the man we know?”

You clenched your teeth, “And now Rogers? Do you want to do nothing and let them just crash? You know because of Shuri’s Tech, no one can land on earth without dying.”

“She did that to protect us from any Alien or better Thanos if he tries to come back again.” Bruce interrupted as he followed.

“And thats why-” You paused as your suit finally made his way from your dad lab to your location. “-I’m going to safe it. Either you help me,” You put on the suit. “or get out of my way.” You closed your face mask.

Steve looked at Pepper for a little help as she and the rest followed you outside. 

She just smiled. “Y/N’s just like him.”

“Not helping.” Natasha replied. 

Steve took a deep breath. He couldn’t stop you, because he would do exactly the same.

“Okay, you heard the Lady. Thor, Rhodey you’ll support her in the air. When the ship breaks through the earth's atmosphere, you have to slow it down.” Steve ordered and both nodded. “Natasha, Clint - you two get in the jet. If we're getting attacked, you fire back.” 

While Steve told the others what they had to do, you were already in the air and stole Bruce's coordinates, from his computer, on where the ship would land.

“The 02 Ultra is ready, Mrs. Stark.” Friday informed you.

“Then lets get this party started.” You said serious.

The Ultra 02 was a suit you built, it should be a defense unit. Veronica, the protective equipment against the Hulk was the core idea. Only Ultra 02 was significantly larger and more powerful than Veronica, because it was build to protect the earth against Thanos.

                        ~*~

You could finally see the spaceship. It was indeed really fast and probably to much to handle on your own but Thor and Rhodey were by your side.

“Ready?” Rhodey asked. 

“I’m always ready.” Thor smiled. “Lady S?” 

“You know me.” You smirked under your suit. “Now!”

You three are headed straight for the ship. It was really fast. Thor grabbed the bridge while Rhodey and you grabbed the ship below. You three tried to slow it down with all you might.

“Friday, we need a little help here!!” You screamed. 

“On my way!” 

She send Ultra 02 for support and the ship slowed down a bit but it’d still going to be a rough landing. Rhodey and you use all your thrusters while Thor tried to reach something with his lightnings.

“Still 2,000 feet.” You heard Bruce over your radio signal. 

“You’ve to try harder or they’ll die and maybe you’ll join them.” Clint added.

“What do you think are we doing, Barton?”

“Damn it!” Bruce was angry. “Hulk, now is the god damn time to come out or they’ll all die!” He yelled.

“Y/N, break up the mission!” Steve said. “That’s an order!”

The hulk did not come out in years, and the ship was still to fast for you all to survive the landing. It seemed hopeless. 

“Its Tony!” Thor yelled as he finally saw who was in the ship.

You knew, now there was no way back. You wouldn’t let your dad die after he finally made it home. You had to ignore Steve's instruction.

“I love you, Steve. I always will.” You said and everyone heard it. You You control all your power on the arc reactor to trigger a thrust that might save the ship.

Bruce realized what you were about to do, it took him a second. A second that was too important to waste - but finally, Hulk appeared and jumped as high as he could. He caught the ship with all of you.

It was still a pretty hard landing, for all of you. The ship was totally broken but everyone survived.

                      ~*~

You landed hard on the ground. Your suit, and probably Rhodey’s too, were destroyed but you all lived. Steve ran to you and helped you to get out of the suit. He pulled you in a hug and tears were rolling down his face.

“I could’ve lost you!” He was mad and relieved at the same time. “You can never do something like this again.”

You nodded as you cried into his chest. You were afraid up there or better terrified. You didn’t thought you’d survive this.

“Pepper?”

You recognized the voice. You let go of Steve and wiped your tears away. You saw your mother running into the arms of your father. You couldn’t believe your eyes. So many years past since he disappeared and now he was finally back. 

As Tony was hugging Pepper, he saw you next to Steve. He let go of Pepper and you ran into over to him. He wrapped his arms around you and hold you as tight as he could.

“I know you’d be out there.” You sobbed. 

“I know you’d built a better suit than me.” You two chuckled. “I missed you so much Y/N!”

“I missed you too, Dad.”

“Where the hell are we?” A blue female asked.

                     ~*~

Days past and everything went back to normal... or better as normal as it could be. 

Tony explained to you all what happened on Titan and introduced you to Nebula. Rocket told you about her and that his team actually didn’t like her that much but besides that he seemed really relived to see her alive.

You explained what happened on earth when Thanos arrived for the Stones and told him about your plan to get half of the humanity back and maybe how defeat Thanos.

                    ~*~

The first few days were hard for Steve. Despite the fact that Tony was back there was tension between the two.

“Can we talk?” Steve asked Tony while he was working with you on your suit.

Tony looked at you. He didn’t want to miss another moment with you or your mother anymore, but he agreed. Tony knew how important it was to you and even if he wouldn’t admit it, it was important for him to talk to Steve too.

You left the room to give the most important man in your life some time, to talk. At first it was awkward, no one dared to say a word.

“I’m sorry.” Steve let out. “I’m sorry for everything. I shouldn’t have agreed back then, that Y/N can join the Team against the registration act.” He apologized. “I feel like I took her from you.”

Tony nodded. “I thought so too.” he admitted. “But a long time ago. I realized she does what she thinks is right and most of the time she is. It sucks but Y/N is always right.” He chuckled and Steve agreed. “It wouldn’t have changed a thing, Steve. I still would’ve ended up in space. Maybe should’ve followed me but it was better that she was here with you.”

Steve was surprised by Tony’s reaction. “I’m not so sure.”

“I am, she is a great woman. And I know she was safe here with you. You watched out for both of my girls and I’m really thankful for that, my friend.”

Steve smiled as he heard Tony calling him his friend. He missed that. But he had to ask Tony something and wasn’t so sure, how he would react, and if that could destroy the friendship again.

“I don’t know if its the right time or it ever will be but I want to ask you for your permission. I want to ask Y/N to marry me.” Steve confessed. “And I really hope you agree, I know how important your approval would be for her and its definitely important to me too.”

Tony had to take a short breath. He was not back on the ground so long. But he had already expected this question.

“You remember the promise you gave me?” He asked and Steve nodded. “I need you to promise it again. We’ve a war coming, maybe bigger than the one we’ve already faced. We could lose every bit we’ve and I want you to protect her no matter what. Y/N won’t back down but you’ve to protect her. She has to survive the fight, she’ll change the world - she’ll heal it.” Tony said. “She’s the most  important person in my life and I wouldn’t have survived if I didn’t know she’s safe.”

“I do. I promise I’ll protect her until my last breath!” Steve swore.

“I’m counting on it, Buddy.” He smiled and hugged Steve. “I’m glad that you two have each other and we all need something good to hold on to.” He let go. “So why not a wedding?” They both laughed together.

For a long time in awhile Steve didn’t felt so much pressure on his shoulders anymore. The Team seemed to gained their hope back and the chance grew to finally beat Thanos once and for all.

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Please let me know what you think about the story’s. I’d really love to read how you feel after reading this!!

Thank you for your time <3

[capfalcon]

a list of things tony stark has done

built the arc reactor (which is impossible technology, like not just “impossible” like fucking IMPOSSIBLE) 

in a goddamn cave 

made an AI by the time he was 16

took over a multi-billion dollar company when he was 21 

built the iron man suit in a CAVE

withstood torture and waterboarding and electrical shocking

been the strongest avenger

created (i’m guessing he did, i’m not sure if he CREATED IT but still work with me here)  nano-particle technology

created/rediscovered a mostly new element

made that element in a goddamn afternoon

created every single avenger’s outfit (except vision)

kinda created vision too

gave his best friend another iron man suit

made pepper potts his CEO

saved new york

sacrificed himself for others countless times

ended a major terrorist organization

stopped all bomb production

became an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics overnight

created BARF 

made U, Dum-e, Friday, Jarvis, Karen

made vision (partially) and vision can wield thor’s hammer

struggled with ptsd, panic attacks and anxiety and still managed to be a total badass

solved the problem with extremis

hacked into SHIELD (which i’m sure is very secure-ish)

helped a kid with his bully (harley)

created several bombs from shit you can find at home depot

can fire a gun very accurately

created multiple weapons with shit you can find at home depot

wanted to sacrifice himself in AoU

made peter a multi-million dollar suit before even MEETING HIM

created 500+ web shooter combinations, an literal training course, safety measures, like a thousand other things

saved peter from across the freaking world

held off thanos’s kids (killed one of them)

saved dr. strange

fought thanos and made that grape fucker bleed

got a fucking MOON thrown at him and was 100% FINE

got stabbed and still survived

predicted thanos

fought the winter soldier (a notorious ASSASSIN who killed his parents) with nothing but a three piece suit and a hand gauntlet and still managed to get a few couple good hits in

disassembled a gun within like 2 seconds

got choked by 2 asgardian gods and was still A-okay

created technology strong enough to withstand the fucking power stone

fought vanko and won (like twice)

saved people from dying by falling out of a plane

carried a flip phone around for years in case (no het explanation for that honestly) 

encouraged several kids to create and design new ideas with millions of dollars to supply them

created a NEW suit for peter

was great with harley and peter

fought thor

i’m sure there’s more so please add to this list

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 160: Grand Theft Auto

Previously on BnHA: Deku knocked Overhaul THE FUCK OUT. Tamaki saved Aizawa and captured Chronostasis. Eri wasn’t able to deactivate her quirk, and for a few moments things didn’t look good for Deku. But the cavalry brought Aizawa to the surface just in time, and he erased Eri’s quirk and she passed out. The heroes called like a dozen fucking ambulances to evacuate all of the wounded. Nighteye was strangely peaceful for someone who just lost an arm and got impaled through the fucking stomach, and he was grateful to Deku for bringing about a future different from the one he had seen. I feel like Deku sensed something was going to happen, because he suddenly started encouraging Nighteye to hang on, and that he had to talk to All Might and make up with him. But Nighteye closed his eye really dramatically, and I’M FEARING THE WORST HERE YOU GUYS. We then cut to the ambulance containing the wounded villains (and their confiscated goods, including the quirk-be-gone bullets and the quirks-come-back serum), and watched as it was intercepted by a trucking carrying none other than SHIGARAKI FUCKING TOMURA. This is easily the most badass villain thing he’s ever done tbh.

Today on BnHA: We learn that Jin and Toga called the rest of the squad to let them know where the villain ambulance was headed. What ensues is probably the most badass action sequence this series has ever had. Dabi takes out the ambulance’s police escort with his quirk, but it turns out the car is protected by a pro hero named Snatch. He can manipulate sand and he is fucking awesome. So Tomura fucking leaps at him from the back of a moving truck, and the two of them start to duke it out, but Snatch keeps him at a distance, knowing better than to let Tomura touch him with his bare hands. Enter Compress, who rolls an innocent little marble under the car they’re battling on, and then snaps his fingers and turns the marble back into A GIANT FUCKING BOULDER. The car flips over and crashes into the ambulance; Spinner whips the truck around while shrieking nonsense; Dabi and Compress take care of Snatch; and Tomura goes to confront Overhaul in the crashed ambulance. He takes the bullets and the serum. And then he disintegrates Overhaul’s fucking hands and chops them off at the wrists. And he and the rest of the League just casually walk away. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 187 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.) 

so basically they figured out that the police would have to transport the villains to the nearest villain hospital, so they went on Google Maps and found the fastest route, and from there it was simply a matter of intercepting them

so Toga’s on the phone with Compress. and she says Jin is the one who told her to contact the others. I like that she gives him credit where due

(ETA: I can’t believe this joke went right over my head earlier, but at the time I had somehow forgotten Compress’s arm status. now that I remember, I can’t fucking get over this bit:

this son of a bitch kidnapped Bakugou. how dare he be so absurdly charming now. praising Toga for her quick thinking and making jokes about his own missing limb. I can’t believe the entire League of Villains are now collectively my favorite character.)

Jin is cradling his head in his hands and trembling :(

oh my god I love how she just gently takes his hand and leads him along. lord help me, why do I ship this so fucking hard, goddamn

also she’s so fucking smart. she watched and waited for a while before she contacted the others. to make sure that’s where the “finished product” was headed, since she knows that’s what Tomura was after, and they weren’t able to get ahold of Eri

and now we’re cutting back to the highway

this poor driver is having himself a hell of a morning

boy, you about to earn that paycheck today

(ETA: yeah I’m pretty sure this guy is dead now. this joke didn’t age so well ffffff rest in peace??)

and he instantly recognizes Tomura and knows him by name. but I suppose he’s just about the most recognizable villain in the business when he’s all done up in full hand gear

(ETA: it’s cute that he feels the need to clarify, as though there was more than one Shigaraki Tomura running around and we needed to know which particular league this one hails from.)

I have to imagine it’s not actually that easy to maintain one’s balance on top of a moving truck. you sure are full of surprises aren’t you Tomura

oh shit Spinner’s here too!

(ETA: is Dabi just being cute here or do you suppose he really does get carsick. are you gonna puke on everyone, Dabi. do you need some dramamine)

haven’t seen you in ages, Spinner. we still don’t know what your quirk is if I recall

(ETA: oh my god, and we still don’t. Horikoshi you are playing a dangerous game, dragging it out for this long. if it doesn’t turn out to be some incredibly badass, plot-twisty thing when it’s finally revealed, you and I are gonna have words. I swear to god if we finally get that dialogue box and all it is is something like “quirk: lizard. does whatever a lizard can!”... I didn’t wait around this whole time for you to be all “LOL HE CAN SMELL STUFF WITH HIS TONGUE”, okay.)

this guy really learned how to drive from video games and Tomura still trusted him to drive this fucking truck while he stands ON TOP OF IT. wow

Spinner is disgruntledly muttering about not being sure whether this is really following Stain’s will

and Tomura can somehow hear him from on top of the truck, and he says this is “a necessary sacrifice”

he’s gotten so good at management. he really has matured a lot

I really want to see this in the anime. mainly because I feel like Tomura’s jacket is going to be whipping around in the wind and it’s going to look cool as fuck

like, if this scene plays out anywhere near like I’m expecting it’s about to, this is basically going to be our confirmation that Tomura has finally graduated from the ranks of “baby villain” to “main villain at large”

(ETA: yeah I think it’s safe to say our boy has got his bachelor of villainy)

ohhhhhhh shit

THIS IS GOING TO LOOK SO FUCKING AMAZING IN THE ANIME YOU GUYS

(ETA: it stands a good chance of surpassing the one in Black Panther to become my new favorite car chase tbh)

jesus christ

that cop car that was in between the villain truck and the ambulance was completely engulfed

oh! or maybe not, because it looks like the car is FIGHTING BACK

I LIKE THIS GUY. WHAT A BADASS. WHY HAVE WE NEVER SEEN HIM BEFORE, THAT’S A DAMN GOOD QUIRK

(ETA: maybe a little too good. that’s probably why this is his one and only appearance)

Tomura’s just annoyed, though, and he’s telling Spinner to slow down

so now Snatch is pumping the truck full of sand, but at the same time Tomura is leaping right at him

Snatch are you about to be disintegrated my dude

oh!!

HE’S NOT GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT

lol what

lmao just because someone is capable of holding you back for more than two seconds doesn’t mean they’re your “natural opposite” Tomura. I’m not quite sure you understand how that works. is he restoring a pile of dust back into its original form like what we all hope will happen in Avengers: Endgame? no? then he’s not your opposite, he’s just a guy with an awesome quirk that you’re having a bit of trouble with

he is fucking amazing, though

he’s absolutely right. Tomura he got your number dude

Dabi and Compress are still in the truck watching this play out

and Compress realizes that Tomura is trying to distract the guy

oh snap

you know, I’m starting to realize Compress’s quirk is quite a bit more badass than I previously thought

ohhhhhhhh shit

(((╹д╹;)))

aaaaaaand the ambulance is crashing

do you see how they did that? making it clear beyond a doubt what happened without actually showing it in horrific excruciating detail? I could have used more of this during the Overhaul arc

(ETA: also this answers a question I had as to whether Tomura had ever actually killed one of the good guys (as opposed to a fellow villain) onscreen. I couldn’t recall for sure. but that’s a definite yep.)

also this is a super epic car crash. this is crazy cinematic, it’s straight out of a movie

LMAO

I LOVE IT

and oh my god it looks like Snatch actually saved the driver just in time. so no one was disintegrated after all!

(ETA: I actually think that’s the driver of the police car that he saved. not the ambulance driver. he ded. correct me if I’m wrong!)

but now Dabi is there >_>

preemptive RIP, Snatch. you were the GOAT for one whole half of a chapter

I’ll take that as a “no I haven’t”

oh snap is he still alive though?

but we can all agree the other guy definitely died. that driver cop guy. rest in peace, friend

(ETA: yeah both drivers are super dead from what I can see)

so now back to the ambulance, where Tomura has retrieved and is talking to Overhaul who is strapped to a bed

TAKE HIS QUIRK!!!

Tomura says he hates Overhaul because he’s arrogant

something is clearly about to go down, so before that happens I’ll just say, I thought Overhaul could disassemble anything he touches. so how come he can’t just do that to the handcuffs. plothoooooooles

anyway

well LOOK WHO GOT HIMSELF A SHINY NEW ROBOT ARM MOTHERFUCKER

THIS MAN DESERVES HIS REVENGE. AND... YOU DESERVE TO DIE

(ETA: any idea what he just compressed, btw? I can’t for the life of me figure it out. this chapter is so cool but there are a handful of little details that I can’t quite get straight)

(ETA 2: many thanks to @baezetsu who pointed out that COMPRESS MOTHERFUCKING STOLE ONE OF OVERHAUL’S ARMS. straight up. you’re absolutely right. Tomura only disintegrates the right hand, and the left arm is already gone in the panel below. so either this is some good old-fashioned “eye for an eye” revenge (but with arms), or Compress is looking to replace that robot arm with something even better. god this chapter gets better and better with every subsequent readthrough holy shiiiiiiiiiit.)

so now Tomura is opening the box of bullets, and thoughtfully saying that he’s not sure which of the two boxes they recovered actually holds the finished product

“ahh well, guess it doesn’t really matter”

oHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

oH MY GOD!!!!

MOTHERFUCKER!!!! MY JAW DROPPED TO LIKE HERE. HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS THE MOST HARDCORE SHIT I’VE EVER SEEN??!?

HERE I WAS SURE HE WAS GONNA DELETE HIS QUIRK, AND INSTEAD HE JUST DISINTEGRATES AND THEN CHOPS OFF HIS MOTHERFUCKING HANDS

SHIGARAKI TOMURA HAS GAINED +10,000 VILLAIN POINTS!! SHIGARAKI TOMURA IS MAKING A SUDDEN POWER RISE THROUGH MAKESTE’S FAVORITE CHARACTERS LIST

SHIGARAKI TOMURA IS ONE CRAZY BITCH AND I KIND OF FUCKING LOVE IT

THIS IS SO FUCKED UP AND I’M LIVING FOR IT?????

“GOOD LUCK WITH THAT”!!!!!

yo, when Deku and the others hear about this attack later what will their reactions even be. cuz if it was me I’d be like, “oh no... that’s terrible... you know. in principle”

hahaha!!!!

(ETA: gotta love Overhaul screaming in the background. this chapter is so fucked up lmao)

THIS HAD BETTER BE A FUCKING PROMISE TO US LOYAL READERS YOU SON OF A BITCH. NO MORE SIDE VILLAINS. I’VE GOT FIFTY-ODD CHAPTERS LEFT BEFORE I’M ALL CAUGHT UP, AND THOSE FIFTY CHAPTERS HAD BETTER NOT FEATURE ANY OTHER BAD GUYS BUT YOU SONS OF BITCHES

(ETA: he just ignores everything I ever say to him)

oh man. well, that was a grand five chapter binge and I feel satisfied and very exhausted. I’m gonna turn in, and then tomorrow I can hopefully finally read a chapter with my explosive and hot and cold sons at long last

BONUS:

likes: barbeque. is this Horikoshi’s idea of a joke. holy shit

and I guess that confirms whether or not he died, huh. these motherfuckers didn’t leave any survivors apart from the captured villains. that’s so messed up. why do I love them so much. Tomura you are a terrible man. please keep getting more terrible

[daydr3am3r95]

Young avengers & Runaways comic books reading order (new)

Like I’ve said in a previous post, I’m very new to the comic book universe. I really wanted a reading order to 2 of my favorite comic book teams: the young avengers and the runaways. The runaways already made it on screen with their tv show, that is being renewed for a third season. The young avengers have not made it (yet). After watching Avengers: Endgame, it seems logical to introduce them (even more) to the marvel universe. Cassie Lang/Stature already has been introduced in Endgame, so maybe it’s time for the others as well. For those who are intrested in the young avengers and the runaways, but would also like to read the main events of the marvel universe, hopefully this is a POTENTIAL (maybe not so complete at the end) reading order: For those who want to add comics to the list or want to correct my reading order, please please please comment down below! Here it is: 

ORIGINS SAGA

- runaways the complete collection vol 1 (runaways vol 1 #1-18)

AVENGERS DISASSEMBLED SAGA

- avengers disassembled (avengers #500-503) + finale

INBETWEEN

- runaways the complete collection vol 2     ° runaways vol 2 #1-18    ° x-men/runaways - young avengers the complete collection vol 1 (A+B)   °  young avengers vol 1 #1-12 (A)

HOUSE OF M SAGA

- house of M (2005) #1-8

INBETWEEN

- young avengers the complete collection vol 1 (A+B)     ° young avengers special (B) - runaways the complete collection vol 3 (C-->G)   ° runaways vol 2 #19-24 (C)

CIVIL WAR SAGA

- runaways the complete collection vol 3 (C-->G)   ° civil war: young avengers/runaways #1-4 (D)   °  runaways saga (E) - civil war #1-7 - wolverine vol 3 #42 (young avengers) - cable and deadpool #30 (hulkling, wiccan, hawkeye)

INBETWEEN

- young avengers presents #1-6 - runaways the complete collection vol 3 (C-->G)   ° runaways vol 2 #25-30 (F)

SECRET INVASION SAGA

- runaways the complete collection vol 3 (C-->G)   °  secret invasion: young avengers/runaways #1-3 (G) - secret invasion #1-8 - avengers: the initiative, vol 3: secret invasion #14-19 (cameo young avengers) - secret invasion: new warriors vol 4 #14 (hulkling, wiccan, hawkeye) - secret invasion: home invasion (hulkling, wiccan, speed)

DARK REIGN SAGA

- dark reign: accept change -dark reign: young avengers #1-5 -new avengers vol 11: search for the sorcerer supreme #51-54 (wiccan) - mighty avengers: dark reign (comic book)   ° contains: mighty avengers #21-36, amazing fantasy #15 & secret invasion: requiem

INBETWEEN

- runaways the complete collection vol 4 (H-->J)   °  mystic arcana: sister grimm (H)   °  runaways vol 3 #1-14 (I)   °  what if the runaways became the young avengers (J)

SIEGE SAGA

- siege    °  siege #1-4 (young avengers), siege prologue - siege: battlefield   ° contains: siege: spiderman, siege: loki, siege: captain america, siege: secret warriors, siege: young avengers (one shot)

INBETWEEN

- uncanny x-men: birth of generation hope (molly meets x-men)   ° uncanny x-men: the heroic age (one shot)   ° uncanny x-men #426-429 - S.W.O.R.D. #1-5 (karolina and other aliens need to be deported) - doctor voodoo: avengers of the supernatural #1-5 (wiccan)

HEROIC AGE

- avengers: the childrens crusade #1-9 - young avengers: the childrens crusade (one shot)

FEAR ITSELF

INBETWEEN

- avengers academy: second semester #21-28 (runaways) - daken: dark wolverine (runaways)

AVENGERS VS X-MEN

- axis (i don’t know this too well, wiccan and hulkling would appear and cassie would return)

MARVEL NOW

- avengers arena #1-18 (nico and chase) - hawkeye vol 1-5 (omnibus) (kate bishop/hawkeye) - ultron #1 (victor) - avengers A.I #1-12 (victor) - young avengers #1-15 (vol 2) - avengers undercover #1-10 (nico and chase) - hawkeye vs deadpool #0-4 - original sins #1-5

SECRET WARS

- secret wars #1-9 - a force #1-5 (2015) (nico) - inferno #1-5 (wiccan) - runaways: batleworld #1-4 (molly) - house of M (2015) (wiccan and speed)

ALL NEW ALL DIFFERENT MARVEL

- new avengers A.I.M. (ewing’s) (wiccan and hulkling) (K-->M)   °  vol 1: everything is new #1-6 (K) - a force #1-10 (2016)  - all new hawkeye vol 6 #1-6 - vision vol 2 #7-12

STANDOFF

- new avengers A.I.M (ewing’s) (K-->M)   °  vol 2: standoff #7-11 (L)

CIVIL WAR II

- civil war II #1-8 - new avengers A.I.M (ewing’s) (K-->M)   ° vol 3: civil war II #12-18 (M) - civil war II: choosing sides #1-6 (young avengers)

MARVEL NOW 2.0

- doctor strange and the sorcerers supreme vol 1 #1-12 (wiccan) - hawkeye: kate bishop vol 1-2

SECRET EMPIRE

MARVEL GENERATIONS + MARVEL LEGACY

- hawkeye: kate bishop vol 3 - runaways (by rainbow rowell) vol 4 #1-17 (sometimes known as vol 5)   °  runaways vol 1: find your way home #1-6

FRESH START

- west coast avengers vol 1 (hawkeye) - runaways (by rainbow rowell) vol 4 #1-17 (sometimes known as vol 5)   ° runaways vol 2: best friends forever #7-12   ° runaways vol 3: that was yesterday #13-18

.... (this is the part where it get’s less complete i think) ...

VISION: new avengers vol 1 #18-20 / realm of kings: inhumans #1-2 / captain america reborn #3-6

CASSIE LANG: fantastic four vol 1 #403-416 / realm of kings: inhumans #1-2 / ant-man #1-5

PRODIGY: new mutants vol 2 #4-13 / new x-men vol 2 #1-46 / world war hulk: x-men #1-2 / secret invasion x-men #1-4 / avengers academy #29-31

NOAH VARR: marvel boy vol 2 #1-6 / dark reign: dark avengers #1-6 / ·         avengers (vol 4) (heroic age) #2-12 / avengers academy #10-11 / fear itself #1-7 / fear itself: avengers: #14,15,17 / shattered heroes: avengers #18-24 / avengers vs x-men #1,2,4 / avengers vs-xmen: secret avengers #26-28 / avengers vs x-men: avengers #25-27

[buzzdixonwriter]

Avengers, Disassemble!

I’m going to tell you a story to make a point, a true story, but in the words of the late Jack Enyart, I will change the names “to protect the innocent and confound the guilty.’

. . .

Once upon a time, w-a-a-a-y back before we had word processors or the Internet or even bulletin board systems, Producer Pete got the rights to do an Avengers TV show.

All of us who worked for Producer Pete Productions kvelled at this idea:  The Avengers!  Marvel’s mightiest heroes!  We couldn’t wait to jump on it.

…and we didn’t have to wait.  Producer Pete got the rights on a Monday, called the network on Tuesday to pitch the idea to them, the network said send us an outline for the pilot and some sample art and we’ll let you know.

Send it by Thursday.

This Thursday.

In the morning.

First thing.

(Oh, did I mention Producer Pete was in Los Angeles and the network suits were in New York?  I didn’t?  Well, keep that in mind -- along with the fact we had no such thing as the Internet or emails back in the day.)

Producer Pete appraised us of this late Tuesday.  A complete detailed outline and production art in 36 hours.  A tough challenge…

…but it could be done.

First we hammered out a format for the show: An hour in length, not a mere half hour, and thus with six segments instead of three.  Each episode would tell a big overarching story, but segments 1 through 5 would be standalone adventures focusing on just one of the Avengers while segment 6 would wrap everything up in a big bright bow.

We quickly came up with a story idea and even called in a couple of freelance writers and artists to get everything done by 6pm on Wednesday, which was the latest we could drop the material off at FedEx and hope to get it to NYC first thing Thursday.

The Avengers team assembled.  Producer Pete put me in charge of shepherding the project.  I gathered the writers and art crew around noon on Wednesday and ran them through the broad strokes quickly:

“Al, you write the Captain America segment,  That’s our opening.  Make sure Cappy does A by the end of the segment so it can tie in with Bob’s segment.

“Bob, you write Namor’s segment.  Take A and add B to it so Carol can pick up where you leave off with the Vision.

“Carol, you take A and B, add C so Dave can add D; Dave, pass A, B, C, and D to Ed; Ed, you make sure to add E and when you’re all done I’ll go over the entire thing and write the last segment where all the Avengers assemble and do A through E together.”

I then gave out similar assignments to the artists.  They didn’t have to reflect exactly what any of the writers wrote, but they needed to make sure Cappy did A, Namor did B, etc.

Six writers, six artists, six hours.  It could be done.  We were off and running…

…except for Bob.

Bob was a talented writer, wrote very funny stuff, but he was as deaf as a post and vain about his condition.

I went over the beats at least twice with everybody in the room, each time asking the assembled crew:  “Have you got that?”

And they all nodded and said they did.

Even Bob.

And I also told them that if they had any problems, come straight to me, I’d help work ‘em out ASAP.

Six writers.

Six artists.

Six short written segments.

Six pieces of art.

Six hours.

Piece o’ cake, right?

Bob did not hear me telling the crew to come straight to me if they ran into any problems.

Instead he went to Producer Pete and said, “I can’t figure out what this thing is regarding Namor and B.  Howzabout if instead of B I did 2?”

“Sure,” said Producer Pete, sealing our fates.

Four o’clock rolls around.  The preliminary art looks great, the artists are inking and coloring.  Al and Carol and Dave and Ed turn in their segments, and everything fits together perfectly.

Bob drops off his Namor segment.

The segment with 2 instead of B.

“Whoa!  Whoa!  Whoa!” says I.  “What’s this?  Bob, we need Namor to do B not 2.  Go back and fix it.”

Bob goes back, but he doesn’t fix it.  He looks up Producer Pete instead.  “Buzz doesn’t like your idea about 2, he wants to do B.”

“Tell him to do 2,” says Producer Pete.  Once he put his mark on a story, it was going to stay that way, regardless of what had been discussed and agreed upon earlier.

Bob relays this news to me.  I go see Producer Pete.  Producer Pete listens to my explanation why we need Bob to write B instead of 2, nods, and says, “Do 2 instead.”

Well, this throws a monkey wrench in the proceedings, because we can’t have the Avengers doing A, B, C, D, and E in the last segment, can we?

The writers are ready to leave but I corral them and explain the situation.  They are not happy, but they know what needs to be done and get back to work.

I intercept the artists and explain they need to redo the art to reflect 1 through 5 instead of A through E.

They are even less happy than the writers, but they start redoing the almost completed art.

I alert the office manager and tell her she needs to keep a couple of typists on duty (remember, this is before word processing; we writers handed in rough drafts, frequently corrected with red pens or literally cut and pasted together, and a secretary or typists would need to retype the material in presentable form).

They’re even less happy than the artists (who at least have the benefit of chemical enhancements).

But there’s more bad news: Because the art needs to be redone, we’re gonna miss the 6pm deadline for regular FedEx service.

Fortunately, the office manager has a replacement -- more expensive, but available.  If we can get the work done by 7pm, we can take advantage of a special courier service used by banks and big businesses.

Well, ya gotta do what ya gotta do, right?

And Bob?

I told him he’d done a great job and that he could go home.

Wasn’t gonna keep him around to screw things up again.

(Don’t think I bore any grudge against Bob; I realized the fault lay with me not making sure, not him failing to understand.  I worked with him a couple of times after that, but never on any projects with crucial deadlines.)

We plunge ahead.  Now we’re getting desperate (well, not the typists; they’re merely getting cranky).

Producer Pete needed to attend some function that evening so around 6:30pm he starts heading out the door.  The office manager and I intercept him with a vital question:  If the artists haven’t finished all six pieces of art by 7pm, can we got with what we’ve got?

“No.  I promised ‘em six pieces of art, they’re gonna get six pieces of art.”

So off he went, and back I went to do what I could to speed the artists along.

You can only lay down inks and colors so fast, and this was not merely a case of new art but old art to be retouched in order for the new to go over it.

And that didn’t include mounting said art on large boards for a professional looking presentation.

7pm starts breathing down our necks.  We’ve got four pieces done.  We contact Producer Pete at his function and ask if we can go with four instead of six.

Long pause.  “Is the final segment among the four?”

=groan= No.

“Don’t send it unless you can include the big climax.”

7pm zooms past.  We do not notice the lovely sound Douglas Adams claims it makes.

Now we’re really at wit’s end.  Contact Producer Pete at his function again.  He is not happy.  Explain the situation.

Fortunately the office manager found an even more expensive solution:   A special service that will send a personal courier across the country via red eye flight to deliver the presentation first thing in the morning.

Not only does it cost a huge hunka cash to hire this service, but said courier must fly first-class round trip.

I tell Producer Pete he can buy me an economy round trip ticket and I would personally deliver the presentation.

Producer Pete asks me to put office manager on the line.

Tells office manager if necessary, she is to shoot me to prevent my having any face-to-face encounter with the network.

Fortunately the last two artists finish their pieces just minutes shy of the super-expensive super-exclusive courier’s 8pm deadline.

He shows up at the front door, we thrust the presentation into his arms, spin him around, and shove him into the cab.

He makes it to the airport, catches the flight, delivers the presentation the next day as contracted.

The art crew and I and a couple of writers who wanted to see if we’d make it or not decide we need to blow off some steam.

Problem: Producer Pete’s studio is w-a-a-a-y out in the boonies; there are no nearby places to get a meal or a drink.

Solution: We commandeer Producer Pete’s liquor cabinet and drain it dry.

P.S.: The network rejects the show.

P.P.S.: Producer Pete buys a liquor cabinet with a lock on it.

. . .

So why tell you all this?

I get criticized a lot for being extremely specific and precise in my details.

Now let me state, this isn’t true 100% of the time.

I don’t need to micromanage everything.

But if I know what I want, then I want that, not something close to it, not something approximating it. 

If the final product doesn’t need to fit a precise need, I’m typically fine with letting people do what they feel best.

But when I give explicit instructions, I’ve got a reason.

And sometimes why I want it is so involved and complex that’s it’s just easier for me to say “Do it at 700dpi” than explain we’re anticipating the artwork being repurposed at some point in the future.

Just.

Do.

It.

…or refuse…

But please don’t say you will then ignore what I tell you I need.

. . .

Ironically, the exact opposite of this scenario also plagues me.

If you include a detail in your instructions, I assume that detail is important.

If you tell me to contact Jane in the accounting department, I’m gonna contact Jane even if there’s a half dozen other people who can help me just as easily.

Don’t distract me with superfluous details.

“Contact the accounting department” not “Contact Jane”, comprende?

(I’m not the least bit surprised I need to explain this to many of you…)

 © Buzz Dixon