#kitty: insults steve

[goofily-moved]

@emptyheir asked: if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ➜ prompt: accepting ! ･ﾟ: *

       There's a smirk on Kitty's face as she tilts her head at Steve, her eyes twinkling with mirth.     ❛❛   Huh, I didn't think you did a lot of thinking.   ❜❜     She teases, always one to pick on her friends. She hops over the Scoops Ahoy counter and takes the silly little sailor cap Steve's wearing off his head. With a hum, she sets it on her own, then fluffs her hair around it.     ❛❛   I'll take over from here, go sit down and rest that giant brain of yours.   ❜❜     It's not unusual for Kitty to step in and help, and Steve's manager only cares when Kitty gets particularly sassy with customers... Kitty will deny she's doing anything sweet or thoughtful by filling in for Steve and will insist she's just doing it because she's bored.

[anifever]

Hii, can you make Johnny cade or the gang with reader kinda like Charlotte LA Bouff from princess and the frog because I'm just thinking that it would be so interesting having kind of s/o so spoiled but kind and not a brat too, I love Lottie tho✨😭

Gang w/ a Lottie!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : The Curtis gang with a reader whose like Charlotte La Bouff from “Princess and the Frog”

A/N : AHHH I’m sorry this took me so long I’ve been busy w other stuff. Anyways, I always wanted to be Lottie when I was younger 🥲 hopefully I got this close enough to her character also sorry these are shorter than normal <\3

˖⁺‧₊˚ 🎀 ˚₊‧⁺˖

Darry

୨ He’s honestly a little jealous of you

୨ He feels like you have everything he doesn’t

୨ That being said, does NOT stop the man from loving you once he sees how sweet and generous you are

୨ Your personalities are super different tho

୨ You’re so bubbly and bright and he thinks it’s endearing

୨ You definitely keep him on his toes

୨ You also keep him young

୨ Whenever he seems to be struggling more than usual with finances, you swoop in and save the day

୨ He’s like “??? Honey, I can’t take this,” and you’re just like “Too late, Dare-Bear, don’t worry about it 😊”

୨ Whenever you sleep over you wear a frilly pink sleep mask he has trouble not smiling over

୨ You love his cooking and are always drooling over it

୨ It’s a habit for you to bring pastries, etc from a bakery on the other side of town whenever you come over

୨ Earlier in the relationship/before you started dating, he knew how spoiled you were and he was like “..how am I supposed to compete with this.”

୨ Luckily you find him extremely muscly, attractive, and sweet so it makes up for his money 😋😋

୨ Either way, he still buys you whatever he can when he has the spare cash

୨ You have him wrapped around your finger

Two-Bit

୨ Couldn’t hold back his laugh when he saw a childhood picture of you dressed as a princess for Halloween

୨ You guys honestly go together so well

୨ If you have the same type of accent Lottie has- even better

୨ The first thing you said when you met his sister was “Well aren’t you as pretty as a peach!”

୨ Safe to say that made him more smitten

୨ You walk him like a dog it’s so funny

୨ He doesn’t spend as much money on beer anymore cuz he saves a lot up for you

୨ Found a stray kitty on the street and you started squealing when he brought it to you

୨ He was cheesing from ear to ear

୨ Has tried to get you to kiss a frog before after you told him you always wanted to when you were younger (mwahaha) and you freaked out

୨ That being said, he picks up random bugs all the time to try and gross you out- which works

୨ You never hurt them though⁉️⁉️ You just run away and start screaming

୨ Whenever he starts insulting people if they’re mean to you or something, you start dying of laughter which spurrs him on more

Steve

୨ He’s torn between thinking you’re a brat to also being extremely attracted to you

୨ He assumes you’re a mean girl who lives off daddy’s money (the second part being lowkey true)

୨ Doesn’t stop him from drooling tho

୨ Contrary to popular belief, you were actually really nice

୨ Like you came into the DX one day, giving him a huge tip while talking super animatedly and he was just like “Ah..”

୨ Whenever he talks about cars you have no clue what he’s talking about

୨ You have a pretty pink ‘62 Ferrari 250 GTO and that’s all you know!!

୨ You buy new clothes constantly and have lil’ fashion shows for him

୨ “Yeahhh, could you jus’ spin around one more time so I can see the back? 😇”

୨ “….Steve.”

୨ Whenever nobody else is around (Soda, etc) at the DX, you give him WAY bigger of a tip than normal lmao

୨ Brags about you to Soda all the time

Dallas

୨ He thought you were so annoying at first I’m sorry 😭

୨ Even with that, he still tried to get in your pants

୨ You slapped him for it which just made him want you more (he’s on that freak timing)

୨ You know what you want and he’s honestly really attracted to it

୨ He ends up spoiling you though, he can’t help it when you give him puppy dog eyes and pout your glossy lips

୨ Hilariously different

୨ Whenever he’s in your room he’s so out of place

୨ He’s surrounded by so much pink, stuffed animals, expensive jewelry and clothes, a big canopy bed, a crystal chandelier, etc

୨ His ego gets boosted when he’s out in public with you

୨ Like he’s with the prettiest and richest girl in town??? Yeahhh he’ll never let this go

୨ You not caring about his/his friends status’ is really important to him and he appreciates it even though he’ll never outright say it

Soda

୨ You guys both have a big line of people who want you

୨ Power couple!!

୨ You’re really ditzy- not necessarily stupid, but not all there

୨ He relates.

୨ You guys just sit there and look pretty

୨ Like you definitely have won various beauty pageants and have kept all the tiaras and sashes

୨ Makes you try the tiaras on every time he comes over

୨ He takes you to a drag race or rodeo and you’re like “Shew- Soda, I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church,” while fanning yourself

୨ Probably because you’re wearing some expensive dress from a boutique in town made with thick material, but he’ll never smart off to you by saying that 🤍🤍

୨ Has a habit of ruining his DX shirt and you always pay for him to get a new one

୨ He already knew he was attractive, but it was only when you came along and started buttering him up that he started getting giddy about it

୨ He sucks up so hard to your mom and dad; they love him

Johnny

୨ Probably teased you a bit with Pony before you guys officially met

୨ After the initial iffy feeling he had about you wore off, he was head over heels when he knew you better

୨ He genuinely sees you as a princess

୨ You’re always wearing some shade of pink and some form of pearls and he’s mesmerized

୨ He thinks you deserve a lot better since he can’t give you much

୨ You literally couldn’t care less though since he treats you so well

୨ He’ll save up random coins off the street if he had to tho

୨ Your house is huge so you let him stay in a spare room which eventually just becomes his own

୨ Your house also did nothing to help his idea of you being a princess since it was way bigger and more extravagant than anything he could’ve imagined

୨ Your cat(s) love him, he’s a little overwhelmed at first but after that you’ll always find him with one around/on him

୨ You’re so comfortable fawning over him constantly and he gets pretty embarrassed about it LMAO

Pony

୨ He has a thing for pretty rich girls so this is fitting

୨ Once again, he also assumed you were mean and stuck up

୨ When you guys talked for the first time, he was definitely surprised

୨ You were definitely a bit out of touch with reality, but who cares!!!! You were pretty and nice!!!!

୨ Saw you stand up for one of your greaser friends once and felt his heart skip a beat

୨ Heard through the grapevine (he asked around) that you were enamored with some ‘pretty boy’ and couldn’t stop talking about him and he was like “Awww shucks 😞”

୨ He became extremely confused and denied it when Two and Johnny kept saying it was him after they saw you two interact at school

୨ He finally picked up on the heavy flirting one day and was like “…OHHHH”

୨ Whenever you get excited about something, he has a hard time understanding you since you start talking so fast and freaking out, but he just watches with a lovesick grin

୨ Your sass put together is on another level

୨ It scares Darry.

୨ And Steve.

୨ Back to the point I made earlier, you’d stand up for him about his status no matter what

୨ So in love it’s nasty

୨ Everyone in the gang is confused about how he bagged you especially considering he’s the youngest

[buckyalpine]

What is it? It’s a duck

More bs incorrect quotes, more here, not related, just pure ridiculousness I like to pull out my ass every so often: 

If It walks like a duck

If it Talks like a duck

Also my inspo for one of the scenes below: 

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You snorted watching the puppy mount its toy, his eyes locked on his target as he started wiggling his hips, clearly determined to hump it itll it could squeak no more. 

“Butters!” You couldn’t help but whip your phone out, tears streaking down your face while Bucky rolled his eyes at the romping pooch. “Oh my gosh, Isn’t Butters so cute Bucky?” 

“No” Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, he wasn’t jealous of the 2 lb furball smaller than his hand that had all your attention as of late. Not at all. 

“C’mon, how can you not laugh” 

“Oh but when I do it, its stop Bucky, go to sleep Bucky, use your right hand Bucky, porn is free Bucky” 

_________________________________________________

You: I know you took it

Bucky: I didn’t do anything *innocently pouts*

You: I saw you eyeing it Barnes, where’d you put it

Bucky: I would never look at, so much as eat something as childish as dunkaroos y/n. In fact, I’m so insulted, I’m going to my room. 

*Leaves to go to his room, snickering to himself while he goes and pulls out the box, ripping open the packet, dunking his finger in the frosting* 

Bucky: No one ever has to know

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Steve: How was your walk in the park

Bucky: Fine

Sam: How’s the weather out, was thinking about going for a run

Bucky: Fine *his eyes suspiciously glancing around the room* 

Steve:...Did something happen Buck?

Bucky: Nope.

*Meow*

Sam: Did you just meow?

Bucky:...yep. Can’t a grown man meow Sam. I spent years under ice, just got my life back, finally sort of free and you’re telling me I can’t meow? Meow, I’ll meow all I want. What does the doggy say? bow wow, what does the kitty say? Meow meow

*meow*

*Bucky panics*

Bucky: What does the moo cow say? AAHHHHH!

Sam: Okay *throws his hands up, scrunching his face when he notices movement in Bucky’s leather jacket” Motherfucker what are you hiding

Steve: Okay, spill Buck

*Bucky reaches into his coat, pulling out a tiny white stray kitten*

Bucky: Her name is Alpine

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You: That bitch has Dunkaroo frosting on his lips, I can see it 

*You narrow your eyes at Bucky as he walks in, cookie crumbs and a the tiniest smearing of frosting on his pouty bottom lip*

Sam: How you gonna prove it 

You: Watch

*You walk over, grab his face, squishing his cheeks together* 

You: Right. There! See?! I can see it right there! It’s my dunkaroos all over your face!

Bucky: Is not

You: Is too

Bucky: is not

You: Is too

Bucky: Go a head and taste it then, prove it

You: Fine!

*You grab his face, smash your lips onto his, letting your tongue slip past his parted lips. He growls against your lips, picking you up by the backs of your thigs and placing you onto the counter, the both of you saying fuck all to oxygen*

You: I can taste-the icing-on your tongue *You’re out of breath, his hands coming up to grab your waist*

Bucky: You sure about that?

You: No, let me check again *Grabs his shirt, your hair tangling into his locks, kissing him again*

Sam: Good grief, we get it, he stole them! 

You: I-I knew you took them *you pant, your forehead resting against his while he huffs out a laugh*

Bucky: Should’ve stolen this instead *Grabs you for another kiss*

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[thebibliomancer]

Earth X #4

Hi Storm, Iron Maiden, a spider guy, and kitty.

The thing about Earth X is that the X might as well stand for Xtremely messed up unless the book states otherwise.

The world is probably doomed because something about vibranium. Humanity went through a mass empowering event also maybe because vibranium. The Avengers are dead, the Fantastic Four is no more, Reed is Doom, Captain America is wearing a flag toga. A mind control squid hivemind is plaguing New York. A mind control kid called the Skull is gathering an army in California. Uatu the Watcher was blinded and kidnapped Aaron Stack Machine Man to be his seeing eye robot and is a dehumanizing dick to him.

A lot is going on. But we are getting answers. Possibly the wrong answers. I trust Uatu less and less.

In the last issue, the Inhumans came to Reed in Latveria for help finding the lost Inhuman Prince. But they get sidetracked with Reed’s problems.

Like mutating all of humanity with vibranium, maybe.

(By the way, a part of the puzzle gets casually solved by the Skull. Reed’s beacon tower blew up because the woman who would become Iron Maiden fell into an open vat of liquid vibranium. An OSHA violation has forever changed humanity.)

But when Reed mentions vibranium, the Inhumans tell him they saw a planet out in space that had been exploded from the inside out. And that they believe vibranium was related.

So Reed calls T’Challa.

T’Challa is a kitty now. And married to Storm.

(Tally another one for something the 616 would copy from Earth X)

Reed asks T’Challa if they can stop or slow down the vibranium’s generative rate. Because I guess in this Marvel universe, the vibranium meteor wasn’t very big but it somehow makes more vibranium over time.

T’Challa dismisses Reed’s concerns. If there was a danger from vibranium, the spirits would tell him.

He doesn’t tell Reed but he also has a lot on his plate right now with a whole bunch of animals that have been mutated. There’s a zebra centaur. Just chilling in his throne room.

Earth X is so weird.

Since Reed can’t fix the mass empowering and T’Challa won’t help him with the vibranium, Reed decides to fix what he can and suggests he could find and modify Cerebro to find Inhumans instead of mutants.

Over in California, the Skull knows Captain America is in the crowd.

And he is simply the most perfect all-powerful brat. He’s got no ethos, no ideology, except that he should have all the things he wants.

He references pop culture several times but when Steve calls him another Hitler, the Skull blankly asks “Who?”

The worst person to have this much power but with everyone in the world getting mutated, it was inevitable someone like this would happen.

Captain America gets fed up with his shit and tries to deck him but the Spider-Man-looking guy from the cover throws a web which makes Steve hallucinate that he’s strangling Bucky.

And the Skull takes over Wyatt and forces him to punch Steve. While the guy is pleading with Steve to just leave because he can’t stop himself.

Possibly the creepiest kind of mind control. Completely aware, unable to resist.

To add literal insult to injury, the Skull calls Steve “Craptain.”

What really hurts is he didn’t even bother to think of a better burn.

The Skull decides that if Steve is going to blah blah blah about freedom so much, he’ll let Steve have his freedom. His freedom to watch as the Skull takes everyone else in the world while Steve can’t do shit to stop him.

The crowd begs Steve to save them even as they pelt him with rocks under the Skull’s control.

What makes this more horrifying is that in the back of book appendix, Uatu and Aaron discuss how those that were mutated in the mass empowering event don’t seem to age and no new children are being born.

The Skull has been an overpowered brat for who knows how many years and he will likely never be able to mature.

Even scarier, Uatu claims that the Celestial’s reason for planting the seeds of this mass empowering event at the dawn of humanity (even planting the idea for the vibranium beacon tower in Reed’s dreams) is a form of propagation. Aaron interprets that to mean that humanity will super evolve into Celestials.

This forever child as a space god is scary.

Back in New York, the Hulk saves a Red Harpy looking woman (who is probably not Betty, so unsure whether this tallies another point or not) from Hydra and geez.

Earth X Hulk is weird even by the standards of Earth X.

I’ve read the prequel where it happened and I’m still not sure why Bruce mutated into a green gorilla and a child version of himself.

Why? Why the fuck did this happen?

The mass empowering event wasn’t even supposed to affect people who already had superpowers. Is this just a Hulk thing?

Oh, also, Clea is Sorcerer Supreme.

That is definitely something the 616 would copy later. Add another tally.

Each issue we add more characters into the mix and unravel more and more of the mystery of what the hell happened and what the hell is going to happen?

If the world is going to end, does Captain America’s conflict against the Skull even matter?

Uatu thinks not. He also sounds like a Dril tweet, saying there’s no difference between the two.

I do not like Earth X Uatu.

[selsprompts]

Was it worth it, Steve?

Insight; This is just a Drabble to be honest. I saw an edit of this scene and it gave me an idea, a very sad idea.

Warnings?: angst, (possible) cursing, mentions of infertility & death. (Also me using google translate because I don’t know German #pain)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson.

This is about Steve going back in time for Peggy, I do not agree with his decision. Does this mean that Steve doesn’t deserve happiness? No, of course he does. But, his ending was just so bad IMO.

It’s my opinion so don’t tear me down, Steve went back in time and he shouldn’t have. Sorry not sorry.

+ because of a recent reply I have to say that I will also be blocking people who send harmful messages/replies. It’s okay to say you disagree with me, I respect that, but please don’t tell me to “die” or insult me, it reflects on your character. Have a good day.

-

He danced.

He danced with the woman he loved.

That was good, right? Having happiness and being in a good place, that was good, right?

-

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova”

I stepped out of the line of girls and I knew what was happening, what was going to happen.

“Yes, madam” I held my head high trying to ignore the thoughts of how my future would never be fully happy.

“It’s time, let’s go” she grabbed my arm and led me out of the room, to the lab of course.

The graduation ceremony.

I was terrified. I could never have a family now, who would want me? Who wants a woman that can’t conceive?

We walked through the doors and madam left me alone while she spoke to the doctor.

I tried to fail my training, I didn’t want this, but I don’t have a choice anymore.

I remember shooting that man with a bag over his head, I hesitated but did it anyways. I have so much blood on my hands already and I'm so young.

I’ve been forced to spar with people I claimed as family to death in order to please my masters. The ones I claimed as sisters, their blood is on my hands.

“Come now, change and lay on the table” she handed me something to change into and I went behind the curtain.

I changed painfully slowly to try and drag the process, I was scared.

After this was over I’d have to go to ballet practice and act like nothing happened, like my life didn’t change for the rest of my life

“Natalia!” Madam called my name and I hurried quickly fearing the consequences.

I walked out and laid on the table, it was cold and hard, I wasn’t ready for this, who could be?

“What if I fail?” I said adjusting my position looking around the room.

“You never fail, you will earn your place in this world” Madam said before walking off.

I saw the doctor grabbing supplies and syringes. I muttered something under my breathe before it began.

“I have no place in the world” I tear slipped down my cheek as I shut my eyes.

-

He bought a house, he married her, they have kids.

The perfect white picket fence like Tony told him about.

This is what he wanted after all that war and those battles, he finally got what he wanted, right?

-

I don’t remember anything anymore. Every time I feel like I’ve figured out what’s happened to me it comes back to a blur.

“Wintersoldat” I turned my body looking at my master, I nodded.

“Töte ihn” he said throwing the man on the floor at my feet.

Kill him he said, this is what I do, this is my mission.

I did it. Shot him 3 times. I felt no remorse, it was strange.

I often contemplate my own thoughts, only when they don’t take me to the lab. After a period of time my mind wonders, faint memories come in.

I’ve become better at hiding it, but not perfect.

They know, they know everything .

We walked out of the room and left the countless bodies I murdered on the floor, like it wasn’t a crime.

He grabbed my arm stopping me in my tracks.

“Zurück zum Basis-Wintersoldaten”

We have to go back to the base. He knows.

He knows my memories are coming back, it’s going to happen again. My mind will be gone again.

“Ja, mein Herr” I complied and followed him.

I felt hopeless, I was so close to finding out what my purpose was. Not anymore.

I sat in the chair knowing what was going to happen, my chest heaving.

They put my mouth guard in. I thought about what I was before this. If I had any family, friends.

Friend. That sounded familiar. Steve.

My friend Steve, I remember Steve.

They pushed me back into the chair strapping my arms in.

“Steve used to put news papers in his shoes”

I mumbled out loud, they watched me confused.

“Los, wische sein Gedächtnis ab, worauf wartest du?”

The doctor was demanded to wipe my memory at once, again.

I heard the machine come down.

This is my life now, I hope one day to change.

I hope to find peace and happiness. I hope I’m excused for doing wrong I don’t have control over.

I hope I’m loved and alive. I hope I’m okay.

I thought one last thing before I felt my brain ache like before.

Will I ever truly be okay?

-

He replayed the record, he always does.

He walked back over to his wife, Peggy.

He ignores his thoughts about what he’s letting happen, what’s going to happen.

I deserve this he thought. Peggy, my kids, my life. This is what I deserve, right?

-

I watched him die. In front of my eyes.

“RILEY” I screamed through my comms.

I’m so stupid, how could I let this happen? Why wasn’t it me, it should’ve been me.

Testing out the Falcon for the first time shouldn’t have gone this way, never.

“EXO-7 Falcon. Beautiful ain’t she?”

I traced my fingers along the wings.

“Absolutely”

“You and Riley will be testing it out for the first time during the mission”

I was excited, who wouldn’t be? It’s crazy.

Our para-rescue unit was given the job of apprehending Khalid Khandil.

I felt like time froze

“no- Riley, no, no, no”

My wing-man. Gone.

This was a standard PJ rescue op. Nothing we hadn't done a thousand times before.

Until an RPG knocked Riley's dumb ass out of the sky. Nothing I could do. It's like I was up there just to watch.

I remember that day, everyday. It never leaves my mind. I let him down.

I watched them lower the casket into the ground feeling my body tense up.

“It’s not your fault, Wilson” another person on our team put their hand on my shoulder before patting my back and leaving.

But it was. Maybe if I said don’t go there, follow me, my lead, it would’ve been okay.

I don’t trust myself much anymore, I’m scared.

But I have to move on and do better, be a better man than before.

I’ll do it for Riley, for him.

I was the last person left at the cemetery. I could hear his family crying while walking away. I couldn’t face them, not a chance.

“I’ll see you around buddy” I said walking off with my hands in my pockets.

I’ll save as many people as I can, it’s my duty.

-

They danced until she mentioned dinner. He let her go but still the record played.

It’s Been A Long Long Time by Kitty Kallen, his favourite song.

He walked outside to his porch looking at the sky, it was nice. Enjoying the peace and quiet while his best friends were doing the complete opposite.

While the world turned upside down he turned his back for a woman he left and said goodbye to a long time ago, even carried her casket.

He realized she was married to another man, had kids. She had a different life.

But what does that matter, right?

They both moved on but that wasn’t enough.

This begs the question, was it worth it, Steve?

Welp. Here it is.

This was hard to right if I’m being honest.

I love Steve a lot, he’s one of if not my favourite character(s). But this is my honest take on the ending, needed to be said!

I hope no one else has done this idea. Let me know what you think! xx - Selena

[holylulusworld]

Still a bad girl

Summary: Still sneaking around to play the cat burglar you get caught by a certain Avenger again.

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Criminal!Reader

Warnings: language, the reader is a brat, snarky comments, smut, unprotected sex, restraints (ropes), somnophilia (oral female receiving), dirty talk

A/N: Not endgame compliant. Steve is still Nomad!Steve.

Sequel to: Bad Girl

Dividers by @writeyourmindaway​​

“There you are, sweetheart,” snickering you pick the lock of the vitrine. Engrossed in getting the job done you feel a shadow behind you. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Rogers.”

“I knew you would go after Russow to steal his wife’s diamond necklace,” Steve quips, proud on himself he was two steps ahead again. “Just give up and follow me, doll.”

“That bastard sells people, Steve! He’s involved in human trafficking, just like his prissy wife,” you narrow your eyes when Steve tries to grasp for your arm. “I have to hit him where it hurts the most. His greedy wife loves that necklace.”

“Y/N, he’s a dangerous man, doll. Let me get hold of him and take his business down. Tony and Natasha are on it,” Steve offers but you roll your eyes, cracking your neck.

“Whilst they try to reverse the snap? I highly doubt they find the time to help people who suffer meanwhile,” concentrating on picking the lock you ignore Steve is watching you. “No one gives a shit on the poor girls getting sold or anyone else.”

“I do, Y/N. Let me punish Russow and we can go home,” you scoff at the word ‘home’, glaring at Steve who still tries to talk you out of the heist you planned.

“I got no home, Captain Rogers. The first time I lost my home was after the snap. A cold-hearted bastard I paid rent to for over six years kicked me out. I never paid too late, but the snap happened and suddenly, I was a cockroach to him. Then I finally had a new home and you came along. I had to run again, thanks for that.”

“I meant my home, doll. You can home with me,” pleadingly looking at you Steve holds out his hand. “I can still just throw you over my shoulder.”

“That man, he deserves to feel the pain he causes every single day, Steve. How can you stand there and tell me to not steal his wife’s necklace to sell it?” you purse your lips jerking your head toward the large safe opposite Steve. “He makes money by abusing and selling people. I want to help the girls escaping him and the orphanage too. There is an elder lady who will end on the street if she does not pay her landlord.”

“Doll, I’ll do anything to bring him down but please come with me, now,” you can hear tumult outside of the room. “We don’t have time. The team will be here in a few moments and arrest you.”

Just now you recognize the worried look on Steve’s features so you nod, glancing at the necklace one last time. “Another time, beautiful,” you sigh, taking the hand Steve offers.

“Did you come here to save me, Captain Rogers?” giggling you sneak out of the window. Steve does not answer your question, busy to follow you out of the window without getting caught. “Steve?”

“Maybe. I had to protect my bad girl after all,” you would kiss him if not for the messed-up heist. “Now be good and come with me, darling. My bike is over there,” Steve jerks his head toward the bike, and you nod, running toward his vehicle.

“This doesn’t make up for the month without sex, Rogers,” Steve jumps onto the bike, holding out his hand again. “Always the gentleman.”

“That’s not gentlemanlike,” tugging at the ropes holding you to the headboard you curse under your breath. “Steven Grant Rogers! You can’t just undress a girl, eat her out only to restrain her to your fucking bed.”

“You look good on my bed, Y/N,” Steve purrs, running his hands down your back. You shiver at the gentle touch, knowing you are at the mercy of a super-soldier. “Love to watch you squirm for me.”

A slap to your ass later Steve has your full attention. “Maybe I need to tame my little greedy kitty-cat again? I think you need to feel justice in your bones.” You know what comes next, but nothing can ever prepare you for Steve’s cock nudging at your slick entrance.

“You’re justice in rusty armor,” you grin to yourself. You do not have to turn around to know Steve has an angry expression on his face. The way he grips your hips with one rough hand to slide into you tells you the whole story.

“You’re still a bad girl, but you are my bad girl from now on,” the dark undertone let a shiver run down your spine. There is no denying, you love his dominant side. “I’ll play with you tonight and you’ll be my good girl.”

“Good girl my,” you cry out feeling his length spread you open with one harsh stroke. You pant, struggling to keep the noises you want to make for the golden boy down your throat, “ass.”

Shame on you for mewling like a cat in heat, but who gives a fuck when Captain America uses you like a rag doll.

His hips move without giving you time to adjust, one hand forces your head into the cushions, presses hard down your neck whilst his other hand holds your hip in an iron grip. “I think you need to feel me for days.”

“I already feel you,” huffing you try to meet his thrusts, but your body is completely at his mercy. “Boy, you can make a girl feel special.”

“Special, that’s what you are,” Steve smirks hearing the needy whines leave your lips. He is slowing down now, pulling all the way out to enjoy your struggle to breathe when he pushes back in with full force.

“Look at you,” he is pulling out, “such a needy kitten,” and pushes back in, “mine,” and out, and in without breaking a sweat.

Your body slicks for him, almost begs for it to go on or to be over soon. While you moan, struggling against the ropes holding you Steve has a smug grin on his lips.

“Do you want to cum for your Captain?”

“Yes, fucking yes,” you whine, feeling the knot tightening. “Please, baby.”

“How did you call me, doll? I want to hear a proper title,” you grunt, wiggling in his grip. “It’s not that hard.”

“I…,” hating you have to give in to get your release you press your face into the soft pillow, “want to cum, Captain.”

“That’s a good girl, now cum for me,” his hand moves between your legs to rub your clit in slow circles. His touch is tender but the way his hips slam into your ass with raw force let you know he’s still pissed. “Now.”

“I hate,” brain wrecked you whimper his name, followed by insults as the high ripples through your body. Steve’s hot release fills your womb and you groan, exhausted but sated. “you.”

When you slowly wake from a deep slumber there is something wet lapping at your cunt, a low groan followed by two rough hands spreading your legs wider wake you completely as another orgasm wrecks your body.

“Steve,” you throw your head back, feeling his fingers slide into you to feel you pulse around him. “What was that?”

“Breakfast in bed,” grinning Steve looks up at you from between your legs. “I got hungry and didn’t find what I want to eat in the fridge so…I licked your sweet cunt.”

“Steve, what are we doing here?” You cover your eyes with one arm, sighing deeply. “You’re Mr. Justice and I am still a thief.”

“You stole from the rich and gave it to people needing help. The ones no one else tried to help,” Steve gives you a soft smile, placing something cool onto your belly. “I got you something.”

Slowly removing the arm from your eyes you look down your body to see the diamond necklace on your stomach. “How did you get this, Steve?”

“I sneaked out last night and asked Natasha for help,” now a blush creeps into Steve’s cheeks. “I am more the ‘I run through a wall kind of guy’,Nat can pick a lock and things.”

“You went back to get it,” you squeal, grasping the necklace before you throw yourself into Steve’s arms. “You know, this makes you my accomplice, Captain Rogers.”

“I know, doll,” husking the words Steve feels your hand creep into his sweatpants. “Y/N,” hissing your name he watches you lick your lips.

“I think, this screams for the best blowjob ever,” you drop the necklace to fist Steve’s shirt, bringing him down for a dirty kiss.”

“Erm-uh,” someone clears his throat behind Steve’s back, smirking as you do not remove your hand from your lover’s pants. “I hate to disturb you Capsicle but I think Bruce and I had a breakthrough last night. Maybe, just maybe we can undo the blip…”

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[hitbythunder]

The Roll of Thunder -3

A Thor x Reader and later some Loki x Reader story

Summary: After Frigga’s and Loki’s deaths, Thor struggles with his grief and blames himself for the loss. Barely able to manage his emotions, the god helps the other heros on Earth so that he can stay away from Asgard - a place which only reminds him of his pain. When the team acquires a golden sphere from a mission, however, Thor is forced to deal with his past. She has black hair, pale skin and a pair of emerald eyes which haunt the god in his dreams. Could she be Loki?

Warnings: non-con in later chapters

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Against his better knowledge, Thor stepped forward, his fists clenched and his face dark, and when he passed the low coffee-table the woman half-jumped smoothly behind the large arm-chair next to the couch so that he couldn't grab her easily. “You shouldn't walk on this earth as your whole existence is an insult to my brother!” It was barely a whisper, a mere low growl full of anger and Thor wasn't sure if she understood his words. But from the way she trembled she seemed to grasp his threat and the god was pleased to see pure dread in her eyes. Suddenly the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway and quickly as a cat the woman ran over there to hide behind Steve the very moment he entered the living room, her tiny figure vanishing completely behind the larger man. The Captain was confused for a second as the female rushed behind him but then he looked over to Thor and knew leaving them alone was a mistake. The big blonde glared at them, every muscle of his body tensed, stretching the dark-blue t-shirt he wore to the maximum. Even the air seemed to become dry and crackling because of his fury and Steve shoved the little woman further behind him.

“Thor, I suggest you leave or this will become ugly. I don't want to fight you but if you don't calm down you give me no choice.” The Captain said sternly , hoping that the god was open to reason and would regain his senses. “Please, Thor!”

Breathing heavily he stood in place like a column, his piercing blue eyes sparkling dangerously and he even thought about summoning Mjolnir.

But then what? Fight the Captain, my friend, who is unarmed at the moment? No! Thor thought to himself before he made up his mind to leave it at that. Slowly the tension in his body declined and he turned around to stomp off towards the elevator. When the metal doors closed again, Steve sighed in relief and turned to the shivering being behind him. “I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left!" He said and hoped that Natasha wouldn't find out somehow. "Jarvis, where is Thor now?"

"He is currently in his room, trashing some furniture." The AI replied instantly in its usual calm voice. A look of concern and confusion crossed the Captain's face because he could not grasp the reason why the god detested this woman. She didn't do anything to him but he desires to kill her... 

"I guess we should stay here on this floor then." The kitchen area was taboo for now as it was on the same floor as Thor's room.

 ***

When Natasha came back to the tower, she hurried towards the living room because Jarvis had informed her about what happened in her absence. Steve was watching some TV while the Kitten curled up beside him on the couch and slept peacefully. Not wanting to wake her, the red-head sat silently down beside Steve and whispered: "Thanks for protecting her but next time you better pee yourself before you let them out of your sight." Steve almost chuckled aloud. "So you know. Well, sorry about that. But I just don't get it why Thor acts so hostile. I mean look at her!" Both observed the sleeping female next to them, her breathing steadily and her expression soft. "Why are you protecting her?" the Captain asked all of a sudden and Natasha hesitated before she replied. "She reminds me of myself before I was trained to become an assassin. All childish innocence had been taken from me and afterwards was only pain and fear until I didn't feel even those anymore." Natasha stared at the floor while Steve pondered over her words, the quiet muttering from the TV being the only sound in the room.

 ***

The next evening, heavy raindrops splashed against the large windows of Stark Tower, as if the heavens were weeping for the Norse god who wouldn't share a single tear. Jane had called. Due to her work she was in New York and had wished to meet with him – talk about things. Jane always wanted to talk, to discuss and to analyze matters and Thor loathed it. But he had agreed and about two hours later, the brunette exited the elevator on his floor. He welcomed her nicely, as did the other Avengers, but they didn't kiss before both vanished in Thor's room.  Natasha and the Kitten were in the kitchen preparing some food when Jane rushed past them over an hour later, her eyes watery.

"Now we know why it's storming outside. Looks like Thor ditched her." Tony commented when she was gone while Natasha only shrugged. Her teammates love affairs were none of her concern. Outside a wild thunderstorm roared, darkening the night-sky.

This night the little female could not sleep because of the weather, being too nervous because she knew it was him who caused the thunder. This woman named Jane seemed to be his mate, he was gentle to her but even she ran from him, crying and frustrated. But why is he so gruesome to me? The little Kitten wondered before sleep took hold of her finally. Also in her dreams, the blue eyed blonde pursued her, chasing after her with his hammer and in pure fury, causing her to revive the moment of agony when his lightning hit her. The rest of the night she was befallen by a strong fever, sweating every last drop of water out of her body.

The next morning, Natasha shook the woman gently to wake her, a worried expression on her face. "Kitten, are you alright? You are feverish..." she assessed when she touched her heated forehead and decided to let Bruce know. "Rest some more, I'll be right back." But Bruce couldn't do more than to take her temperature and advice more rest.

"I won't risk side effects because of some medicament. We don't know how her body reacts to them."

 ***

It was lunch when Natasha went to see the Kitten again and luckily, her fever was gone. “So how is she?” Steve asked worriedly when the red-head returned into the kitchen while Tony sipped his coffee. “Completely fine. What ever it was, it's gone.” she answered and opened the fridge to get some food for the other woman. “Perfect, I wouldn't want her to miss the party tonight!” Tony commented joyfully from the side, meeting Steve's puzzled gaze. “A party?” “Yes, we had some severe missions the past weeks – all successfully completed – and that demands for some serious celebration!” the scientist cheered. “For once you have a point.” Natasha admitted because she was definitely in the mood for some merriment – and she needed an occasion to wear her new dress anyway. “But is it wise to have Kitten among a bunch of strange people?”

“She's already living with us, who could be worse?” Tony retorted and walked towards the elevator. “What about Thor?” Steve interrupted but the billionaire only shrugged casually. “We'll keep him and Kitty apart or we could disguise her as your evil twin-sister!” Steve chuckled and rolled his eyes while Natasha sighed. “Thor is not stupid, Tony.” “Well he has his moments … Anyways, don't worry, it will be great!” Tony replied and vanished inside the elevator.

***

Several pearls of sweat glided down his massive body as he moved quickly across the training grounds, swinging his hammer wildly. In order to maintain his godly physique and his honed skills but also because he loved it, Thor trained every day for at least four hours, sometimes even more. Additionally, it proved to be a successful means to calm his temper and distract his mind, which he needed direly after his talk with Jane yesterday. She had accused him of neglecting her, having her wait for two years after his first visit on Midgard and now that he was living with the Avengers he avoids her still. Sadly, these reproaches were merely the hurtful truth and the bitter end of their relationship was overdue. Thus the god told her to leave and never come back for him. Of course it hurt that they would walk separate ways now but Thor was also relieved, had this relationship been more a burden than a blessing of late. After realizing this simple fact, Thor's mood was bright today and he didn't feel the need to moon over her. Thus he trained joyfully, each swing of the hammer with such vigor that if he let go it would crash through several walls. This training reminded him of Asgard, where he had often sparred with his friends in the sands, sweating and laughing.

The fond memories brought a small smile onto the gods lips when he took the elevator to his floor, panting and exhausted. He was in dire need of a shower and the prospect of cold water rushing down his hot skin seemed incredibly marvelous.  But when he entered the bath next to his room, his mood darkened abruptly when a small woman stood in front of the tub and Thor was stunned by the sight. A white towel wrapped around her slim figure was all that concealed her curves while her slender legs were bare for the god to behold. With her wet black hair combed back neatly and her emerald eyes locked to his, she resembled the God of Mischief more than ever.

By the Nine, she looks exactly like him...

Paralyzed by her fear she didn't move and stared up at the blonde giant who blocked the way outside. Intently she watched every twitch, every reaction of him, hoping to find an opportunity to slip past his large body. She noted the pearls of sweat on his skin, causing his shirt to stick to his broad chest and rippled abdomen, his heavy breathing and the tension in his muscles because of the training. Thor was terribly confused by the emotions rushing through him right now. On the one hand, there was grief and anger for being so bluntly reminded of his deceased brother, additionally to the fear that she could be one of Loki's tricks. But on the other hand, standing half-naked in front of him, the towel pressing her small breasts together to form a lovely décolleté in which a pearl of water vanished, she was a truly arousing sight – too arousing for Thor as he could already feel her bewitching effect on his lower parts. A minx just like Loki... he thought to himself, remembering how gracious and elegant his brother had been, how beautiful compared to him. Secretly, Thor had always admired Loki's slim yet trained figure, combined with those long slender legs and those honed features. The second prince had been the champion amongst the ladies in Asgard but he didn't make as much use of his royal position as Thor did in order to bed lovely maidens.

Suddenly and without warning, the little one rushed forward and tried to get past him but Thor reacted in time and caught her by the left arm, yanking her back before him. “You... Enough of this deceit! Tell me, what are you!” His voice was a low hiss and he leaned down to intimidate her further, their faces only inches apart. Not able to withstand his staring, she turned her head and averted her gaze but Thor grabbed her chin with his free hand and forced her to meet his piercing blue eyes again. “Tell me!” he urged with more anger in his voice, his grip on her arm and chin tightening, causing her to shrink back in fear. “P..please...” At first, the god couldn't believe his ears when he heard her voice, but her lips had actually moved to form a single word – her first word and it was a pleading. Unintentionally and as stunned as he was, Thor loosened his hold on her for a split second and the little woman made use of it and quickly slipped past the larger man. He tried to grab her in the hallway but she was beyond reach and then vanished into Natasha's room. Damned... While he was under the shower, Thor decided not to tell the others that she had spoken to him because he wanted to ask her some important questions first and alone. He tilted his head back and ravished the cold water running down his face while he thought about how to proceed before his mind drifted off to other topics – tonight's party amongst them.

***

The three floors of the living room were crowded with chatting guests and the atmosphere was relaxed and merry when Thor exited the elevator to join the ongoing party. Dressed in a casual pair of black jeans combined with a grey shirt and a crimson jacked on top, he looked very handsome and more of a gentlemen than a warrior. For once, his hair was combed and tied back loosely – his mother would be happy to see him dolled up like that. Several ladies smiled enticingly at him when he made his way towards the bar, flattering the god's ego just like the ladies did in Asgard when he was a young prince.

“Do we know each other, Sir?” Tony quipped and eyed the god beside him, whom he had rarely seen in such elegant attire. “Look at you! Dandified from head to toes. Is that cologne I smell on you?” Tony added and Thor chuckled, swaying the drink in his hands before he retorted in a half-serious tone. “My punches will hurt no less in this garments.” “Oh come on, that was a compliment! And you have to admit that you look ravishing – not as much as me though.” With a cocky smirk, the billionaire sipped at his strong drink when Steve joined them. “Where's Pepper? I haven't seen her in a while.” “Well, running her own company now, Pepper has a tight schedule. That's the side effect of success I guess." Tony explained almost melancholy. "At last we agree on something." Thor put in and Steve dared to dig some more. "I've heard that Jane is the best in her field of science.." "Indeed. And now she can focus on her work entirely." With one gulp the god emptied his glass and put it down onto the bar. "And I shall have more time for other merriments!" Thor added and smiled widely at them while Tony put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"That's my man! Where's the Whiskey?" "Another fruitless attempt to best me in drinking?" Thor chuckled in amusement, had none of his friends managed to drink him under the table yet. Midgardian alcohol was far less potent than the one served on Asgard.  "Hell yes! And no pretty lady can stop me from my mission!" Tony boasted, eager to win this time, while he refilled their glasses. The Captain could only smile at Stark's optimism but then he noted two figures appearing on the upper floor of the living room.

"And what about those two?" he said, causing the other men to follow his gaze to the top of the stairs, their eyes widening at the sight. Natasha looked stunning in her black and white dress, which emphasized her curvy yet trained body and to soften the outfit her fiery red hair was falling in large locks. And the woman beside her was at least her equal. The three men were surprised what drastic change the right choice of clothes plus a little make up could achieve. The Kitten wore a dark-blue sundress, which was tight at the top but more loose from the hips downward, with a white ribbon around her waist matching her pumps. Her black hair was floating freely down her shoulders, the tips framing her emerald eyes and pink lips.

"Looks like Kitten has become a tiger." Tony whispered to Steve when the two ladies graciously descended the staircase and walked towards them. "You may pick up your jaw from the floor, Tony." Natasha quipped before she walked around the bar to make her special 'vodka-romanoff' – a hefty drink which could easily knockout the strongest man. "I'm not used to some tight clothes around your body except your leather suit, forgive me the staring." The billionaire replied casually and gestured her to make him a drink too while Steve tried to occupy Thor's attention in a conversation to keeping him distracted. But the god was only half listening to his friend, shooting quick glances over to the black-haired woman beside him whenever possible. As soon as Natasha was done behind the bar she decided to search for Bruce and took the Kitten along, not wanting to leave her around the guys alone. Thor sighed silently and engaged more into the conversation with Steve. I need her to be alone...

During the evening, the Kitten noticed how Natasha flirted with the friendly scientist, at first only subtle but after another drink her attempts became rather obvious and the Kitten decided to give them some privacy. Thus she strolled through the crowd of guests towards a large window in a more quiet corner of the room. She had refrained from drinking as Natasha had advised her, which allowed her sharp senses to detect the man approaching her. He won't hurt me in front of all those strangers? She thought to herself when she turned to face the tall god behind her. As soon as he had noticed that she was alone, Thor crossed the room. He almost hurried over to her because he couldn't let this opportunity slip.

“You owe me an answer, little one.” He kept his voice low but there were definitely determination and harshness in it. “What are you? And more importantly, do you know a man named Loki?” he added and looked deep into her green eyes as if boring into her soul with his own piercing blue orbs. All he received as an answer was a shake of her head – referring to his second question he supposed. “Good.” Although that didn't mean that she was not a creation of his brother, Thor felt a little bit relieved, which the Kitten sensed too. However, the god wondered why she didn't run from him this time like she had earlier today and assumed that she felt safe because of the guests present, knowing that Thor wouldn't hurt her now. Clever little thing...he thought when he noted the sudden change in her expressions and color of complexion. Her pale skin seemed almost as white as the ribbon of the dress and she put her hand on the glass to steady herself, her gaze blurry and averted from him now. Then she brought up her free hand to touch her head as if she was in pain and it was that exact moment when Thor noted the few small golden scales on her upper arm. Have my eyes missed them when I met her in the bathroom?

“Help...” she whispered, interrupting the god's trail of thoughts before she collapsed in front of him.

[tinyshe]

Be Not Afraid by Catholic Artists from Home 

During this time of crisis, English-speaking Catholic artists have come together with this message of hope. We hope you enjoy this Salt + Light Media presentation. slmedia.org BE NOT AFRAID By Bob Dufford, SJ Published by Oregon Catholic Press Text and music © 1975, 1978, 2007, Robert J. Dufford, SJ and OCP. All rights reserved. Used with permission. Video produced by Salt + Light Media. Instrumental Track: Mixed and mastered by Tom Booth Rick Modlin – piano Tom Booth – acoustic guitars, bass and synth strings Todd Chuba – percussion Performed by: Dan Schutte, John Michael Talbot, Steve Angrisano, Tom Booth, Fr. Rob Galea, Sarah Hart, Sarah Kroger, Tony Melendez, Jesse Manibusan, Susan HooKong-Taylor, Jennifer Martin, Renee Bondi, Curtis Stephan, Mark Mallett, Kitty Cleveland, Chris Bray, Nancy Bodsworth, David Wang, Bob Halligan Jr., Marie Miller, Luke Spehar, Amanda Vernon, Danielle Rose, Ken Canedo, Gretchen Harris, Fr. Cyprian Consiglio, Colleen MacAlister, Mikey Needleman, Danielle Noonan, Cooper Ray, PJ Anderson, Michael James Mette and MJM7, Lee Roessler, Lorraine Hess, Kathleen and Jesse Leblanc, Greg and Mary Walton, Tori Harris, Aly Aleigha, Rita West, Matt Lewis, Corrie-Marie, Ryan and Elizabeth Tremblay, Taylor Tripodi, Miley Azbill, Hannah Schaefer, Francesca LaRosa, John Angotti, Damaris Thillet, Ivan Diaz, Pedro Rubalcava, Anna Betancourt and Santiago Fernandez. BE NOT AFRAID By Bob Dufford, SJ (Includes the fourth verse that Bob Dufford wrote in 2007.)

v1. You shall cross the barren desert but you shall not die of thirst. You shall wander far in safety though you do not know the way. You shall speak your words to foreign lands and all will understand. You shall see the face of God and live. R. Be not afraid. I go before you always. Come follow Me and I will give you rest.

v2. If you pass through raging waters in the sea, you shall not drown. If you walk amidst the burning flames you shall not be harmed. If you stand before the pow'r of hell and death is at your side, know that I am with you, through it all. /R

v.3 Blessed are your poor for the Kingdom shall be theirs. Blest are you that weep and mourn for one day you shall laugh. And if wicked men insult and hate you all because of Me, blessed, blessed are you! /R

v.4 And when the earth has turned beneath you and your voice is seldom heard. When the flood of gifts that blessed your life has long since ebbed away. When your mind is thick and hope is thin and dark is all around, I will stand beside you till the dawn. /R

Published by Oregon Catholic Press Text and music © 1975, 1978, 2007, Robert J. Dufford, SJ and OCP. All rights reserved. Used with permission.

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Human Resources.

Kitty Green talks to our London correspondent Ella Kemp about “putting the audience in the shoes of the youngest woman in a toxic work environment” in her new film, The Assistant.

The long-undervalued job of a Hollywood assistant has come into stark relief thanks to recent events, and the stories that are being told of assistants’ experiences, working conditions and pay rates are jaw-dropping. (Episode 422 of the Scriptnotes podcast is well worth a listen.)

Filmmaker Kitty Green was well ahead of the conversation; her first narrative feature, The Assistant, quietly premiered at the Telluride Film Festival last August (and the Berlinale in February). Dubbed by many as ‘the first post-#MeToo movie’, it is a remarkable portrait of a young woman navigating just another day in the office. Except this is not just another office, and so many things are wrong about this day.

Starring Julia Garner (Grandma, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Electrick Children) as Jane, the assistant to the predatory head of a New York-based film studio, the story zooms in on the details of her routine—the tedious tasks, the belittlement from her colleagues, the oppression from her mostly faceless boss—with such laser-sharp vision that by the end we feel we know Jane deep in our bones.

Green has previously directed the documentary features Ukraine is Not a Brothel (2013) and Casting JonBenét (2017), the latter a meta-documentary that also hones in on the neglect and exploitation of young women, albeit under a different light (it is now streaming on Netflix). While Green’s documentary experience bears fruit in her attention to detail, the narrative form of The Assistant allows for a focus on mundane tasks and micro-reactions that documentary might not have access to.

Various Letterboxd reviews mention the anxiety-inducing way The Assistant allows us to watch Jane “probe her place in the established, tacit system of complacency… knowing that everyone around her is motivated by self-interest to pretend it doesn’t exist” (Josh Lewis). “Green encourages her viewers to pay close attention to what’s really going on beneath the surface,” (KristineJean) in “a horror movie of soul-sickening ambience” (Scott Tobias).

Though The Assistant’s film festival run was cut short, and the closure of cinemas around the world hurts for a lot of us, there’s something about the claustrophobia of social distancing and the intimacy of the small screen that maybe suits this picture. Nevertheless, seeing the film in a cinema in ‘the before time’ highlighted for Alyssa Heflin the ocean of different opinions that can come from misunderstood subtext: “Watching this in a room where you can hear people snickering at the girl and asking what the point of all this is adds a certain extra… incendiary level to an already deeply angry viewing experience.” Indeed, discomfort and crossed wires seem to define the messages at the core of The Assistant.

Kitty Green talks to Ella Kemp about the influence of Chantal Akerman, the infinite watchability of Julia Garner, and the oddness of growing up with a Nazi-free edit of The Sound of Music.

Jane (Julia Garner) takes another call from the boss in ‘The Assistant’.

The Assistant is your first fiction feature. The subject matter feels so immediate—what made you choose to not make a documentary of this, given your track record in that realm? Kitty Green: I went to fiction film school, and I made fiction short films. I then found work in documentary, so I made two feature-length docs. With this one, I was looking at exploring the micro-aggressions, the tiny moments, gestures, looks, glances, behaviors that often go overlooked when covering the #MeToo movement. We often talk about the bad men and the misconduct, but this is more about a cultural, structural problem. So I was hoping to amplify the more quietly insidious behavior that we need to address if we really want things to improve. A fiction film allowed me to hone in on details—close up—and the way you can take an annoyance through the emotional experience, putting the audience in the shoes of the youngest woman in a toxic work environment.

How did you decide to keep the timeframe to just one day in Jane’s life rather than fleshing it out over a longer period? The lead character is in such a complicated position. It’s such a difficult set of circumstances, the machinery that this predator has created around himself. I wanted to untick that, to discuss how difficult it is to be a young woman in that environment. So the day, the routine, was really important. What she was experiencing, how she was experiencing it; every task she did I gave equal weight to. Whether she was photocopying, binding something suspicious, you experience it as you would if you were in her shoes. That was important to me.

I had my fists clenched the whole time, when she’d be eating cereal, or washing up mugs, waiting for something awful to happen. Totally. It’s exploring misconduct, but it’s also looking at a whole spectrum, from gendered work environments, toxic work environments, through all these environments that support predatory behavior. I was interested in what the entry points are, without conflating those issues and being able to explore all the cultural systemic things we need to unpick to move forward.

The film is so focused on Jane, played by Julia Garner. How did you choose her? The script is pretty bare when it describes who she is, she’s just Jane. I didn’t have anyone in mind, really. I told my casting agent that we’re watching this character do the most mundane tasks, so it was important that she was striking. I said I needed someone infinitely watchable. I had seen Julia in The Americans and I remembered being struck by her, so I immediately wanted to meet her. She really understood the script, it worked out beautifully. We got to create the character together, we had a month of rehearsals where we really went through where she was emotionally at any given point, and Julia is wonderful so it was great.

Matthew Macfadyen and Kitty Green discuss a scene in ‘The Assistant’. / Photo: Ty Johnson

And Matthew Macfadyen—his character feels so crucial and his performance so pivotal, even in just one scene. What were you looking for when casting him? I’ve been a fan of his for forever, but I hadn’t seen Succession. Apparently the character has some similarities? I’ve only watched Succession in the past week… Somebody had to send me a clip to prove he could do an American accent! Matthew really brought something to that character and took it to another level. It’s so insidious what he does. He and Julia worked so beautifully together, it just got better and better every time.

How did you feel watching Succession now and seeing Matthew as Tom Wambsgans? Tom still feels different somehow. But I’ve had a good time watching it, he’s so great. There are parallels for sure!

The language you use in the film is so careful, so much is in the subtext. How do you build tension from these empty spaces? We had a great visual team who were lighting it in an interesting way. There was a lot of oppressive fluorescent lights. The sound was also very important—we had an amazing sound designer, Leslie Schatz, who does a lot of Todd Haynes’ stuff and Gus Van Sant’s. He’d done Elephant, which I thought was phenomenally sound designed. He sent out a team to record every kind of buzz, hum, whir, and we created a lot of tension in that soundscape. It heightens these moments when you can really feel the hum of the fluorescent lights or the alarm of the copier. Things like that are authentic to the world, so it doesn’t feel like you’re manipulating an audience, but they do add a dramatic tension.

During The Assistant’s various film festival screenings so far, audience reactions have been quite varied. Some people find it uncomfortable, some have found it funny. What would you hope an audience member would take from it? Who found it funny…? That’s a strange reaction, and a little terrifying. I think it makes some men uncomfortable and maybe their reaction is to laugh as a way to hide that discomfort. I get a lot of men come up to me afterwards and say, “There are things in that film that maybe I have done.” Those conversations are really important. There’s a scene where the men lean over Jane’s chair and correct her email, little things like that which can be quite patronising even if a lot of men think are helpful. But there’s a point where they cross a line, where maybe it isn’t helpful anymore and it’s a little insulting. I’ve had a few people who are bosses with their own assistants who have watched the film and have said they’re going to treat them a little better, and that maybe they’re wrestling with their own guilt. I think those conversations are great.

Julia Garner prepares for a take on the set of ‘The Assistant’. / Photo: Ty Johnson

What is your favorite one-woman-show performance, where one female actor entirely carries the film? A big influence on The Assistant was Chantal Akerman’s Jeanne Dielman, 23 Quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles. It’s just one woman going about her housework. I remember seeing that in film school and being bowled over by it, I’d never seen anything like it.

Do you have a favorite scene that has ever taken place in an office environment? Offices… I mean, I love The Office? I watched it in preparation for this, even though there’s seemingly nothing in common except for the ways of the photocopier…

It’s important to inhale that kind of comedy while working on something more intense, right? For sure, that helps.

What is your favorite on-screen argument? I watched a lot of them to prepare for the HR scene, as it’s a confrontation between two characters. There’s a scene in Steve McQueen’s Hunger, which is a seventeen-minute dialogue. It’s an incredible scene. It’s not an argument but still some sort of confrontation. I was interested in scenes like that which are really long and stand out from the rest of the movie. James Schamus, one of my producers, made a film called Indignation, which has a confrontation between two characters, which also influenced the structure of what I was doing. I also just watched the latest episode of Better Call Saul in which there’s a sixteen-minute confrontation, which I thought was pretty remarkable.

What was the first film that made you want to be a filmmaker? To be honest I’m not sure. I got a video camera when I was eleven, and I started playing with it in our backyard, making little movies. It wasn’t that I saw a film and tried to replicate it necessarily. But I do have a strange story…

I had a copy of The Sound of Music in which my father had edited out the Nazis, because he was worried I’d be scared of them as a kid. So I have this strange 40-minute version of the film that ends at the wedding scene… And I always thought that was The Sound of Music, and then in high school I figured out there’s this whole other storyline I never knew existed. I guess that taught me the power of editing! I had to go back and rewatch what I’d seen, and it definitely made me think of the craft more as a viewer.

‘The Assistant’ is available to watch on VOD platforms (including Hulu) as of late July.

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The Assistant 8/?

8/?

Avengers x Reader (Fury/adopted-daughter) could have later paring?

A girl trying to hide her past who was adopted by Nick Fury, but cared for by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. Being Tony’s assistant and asked to help the rest of the team. She doesn’t remember much from her past, but maybe working with this group of misfits will help knock a few memories loose and open some doors to the past.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

The rest of the team settled around the kitchen island chatting about everything and anything as they watch Bucky and Y/N prepare food.

“You could eat anything, why this?” Bucky was curious, he hadn’t thought about eating it since the last time he was with her. It use to be the only thing she would eat and it would piss off the handlers because she wouldn’t eat it unless he made it.

“I don’t know I just remember getting into a lot of trouble of the pasta dish because I only ever ate what you made for me.” She shrugged as she cut up peppers, chillis, onions and carrots.

“I remember that well.” He laughed. Steve was watching his friend at ease with this stranger who shared a lot of her past with him.

“What did they expect I was what 12 at the time and they had me following you round like a lost puppy and then there was Soldat who told me never to trust them and not to eat what they gave me… I can’t remember why.” She frowned a little at that.

“I told you not to eat it because the sometimes put drugs that make you sick. They did it often with you because you were getting too strong and unpredictable, they wanted to keep you weak.” Bucky huffed, the team could tell he was getting angry his back stiffened and his grip on his knife tightened.

“Ah yeah, I remember now. This was the first meal you gave me and it was sooo good.” She smiled up at him and then frowned when she saw him so tense. Y/N put her knife down and walked over to him and put her hand on his, the team tensed behind her and she rolled her eyes at them. His grip slackened on the knife and she slipped it from his grasp.

“I’m thinking about what they did to you.” He growled.

“Hey!” She punched his arm making him look at her with a frown.

“Ow!” He growled.

“Look at me, I am safe and alive. So you Mr Growling at Everything, stop it.” She points in his face biting her lip trying not to laugh, only to fail when Bucky starts laughing.

“Is it me or does he seem almost human?” Tony asks the team and it catches Y/N attention and her eyes darken as she stares Tony down and low grumble come from her chest causing the team to stiffen and Bucky to wrap an arm around her waist.

“I wouldn’t insult Barnes anymore Tony if you value your life.” Clint giggled, Y/N relaxed a little at the sound of Clint’s voice and turns her back to the team and continues chopping with Bucky and the rest just watching her.

“Kitty are you okay?” Bucky was hesitant.

“I don’t know, I have all this energy suddenly.” She frowned looking at him, her eyes back to their original shining E/C.

“I think it’s time to burn some energy we can finish this later,” Bucky smirks at her and quickly clears up the kitchen.

“Sarge, are you trying to seduce me?” She laughs.

“Barnes!” Warning growls sounded from around the kitchen island.

“I meant some sparing, but if you want to Doll.” He smirks wickedly at me.

“If you can pin me I will make you breakfast for a month. Anything you want.” She smirks.

“Oh, I can pin you.” Bucky laughs.

“My record shows you’ve never been successful.” She backs out the kitchen in preparation to escape Bucky lunging at her.

“I have to see this!” Nat shouted running after the two, closely followed by everyone. Even Wanda and Sam wanted to know what was happening.

Everyone was in the gym sitting on benches as they watch Bucky and Y/N circling each other watching one another carefully. Bets were being made, Clint, Wanda, Natasha, Pepper and Fury were all betting on me winning and the others were team Bucky.

“Chicken Kitty?” Bucky smirked.

“Sounds good to me. What do I get if I pin you?” Y/N smiles.

“I’ll cook anything you want for a month.” He smiles.

“You trying to outdo me?” She laughs.

“Always!” He smirks causing her to laugh. Thinking she was distracted enough Bucky charged at her and she dropped down spinning her leg out tripping him, he managed to roll before she bought her foot down on his chest. But, that’s what she wanted! Her leg ended up hooking around his shoulders locking his flesh arm to his body he raised his metal arm and she caught it before he hit her.

“That was mean James.” She leaned in to speak in his ear. She twisted his arm and repositioned one of her legs around his neck. This meant every time he pulled his arm her chokehold got tighter and if he pulled too quickly she could snap his neck. She leaned back making him tip. She jumped off his shoulders and sat on his chest like she had done Nat’s after the nightmare. She wasn’t quick enough to pin his metal arm, Bucky knew that he had to go full strength on her she could handle it. With full force he went to hit her with his metal hand, the team could tell he wasn’t holding back and shouted. But before his hand could hit her Y/N had caught it and twisted it and pinned it above his head legs tightening around his body.

“Pinned ya!” She giggled in his ear and everyone was staring in disbelief.

“You’ve gotten a little slow Kitty,” Bucky spoke as he pats the ground signing he was yielding.

“Well I don’t train too much with Super Soldiers anymore, or Super Soldiers with metal arms.” She rolls on her back looking at the ceiling.

“She didn’t break a sweat,” Sam said in disbelief.

“You were holding back Barnes. Please say you were holding back!” Tony cried as Pepper cackled at him.

“Nope, full-strength anything less and she would’ve most probably killed me. Isn’t that right Kitty?” He smirks over at Y/N.

“Not kill… never kill. Maybe a little maiming!” She smirks.

“So hot!” Clint and Nat say together.

“You guys have a little drool right there.” Steve laughed as he pointed to the corners of their mouths.

“Guys are we going to talk about how she just stopped a full-strength punch from Robocop over there?” Sam asked in awe.

“Experimentation since birth.” She waved a hand at them like it was normal.

“How you feeling Kitty?” Bucky leaned over.

“Sleepy…” She frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky sounded worried.

“It’s nothing, I’m just worried about the nightmares.” She shook her head like it was something stupid, Nat and Clint tried to creep up but Y/N was acutely aware where everyone was.

“We can snuggle.” Nat purred from beside her and Y/N just looked at her and smiled curling into Nat’s side resting her head on her chest.

“Maybe not here Kitten.” Clint laughs.

“Okay,” she smirked. “But, only if you carry me.”

“I can do that!” Clint scoops her up and starts to walk to the lift. “Then we can snuggle!”

“Hey! That was my idea, she said she wanted to snuggle with me you dumb bird!” Nat yelled at a chuckling Clint. Nat and Bucky chased after them and they all heard a squeal and a giggle from Y/N

“Damn!” Sam looked at Tony’s and Fury’s horrified faces.

“Looks like she has three very deadly lovesick puppies.” Rhodey laughed clapping Tony on the shoulder.

“No, no, no, no. This can’t. My sweet innocent darling Y/N.” Tony cried causing Pepper to laugh.

“I think it’ll be good. From what I have seen she only knows the love you, Pepper and Fury have for her. They make her feel safe, each one of them gives her something different she just doesn’t know what it is yet.” Wanda squeezed Tony’s hand before walking off in the direction the other ran off to followed by the everyone other than Fury and Tony.

“I don’t like this,” Tony spoke looking off in the distance.

“Something we can both agree on.” Fury nodded heading off to see what trouble Y/N was getting into.

Tony sighed and followed.

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FLASHBack: Week 60 - Geeks In Love

This week on FLASHBack, we're going to look at two artists who would be strong contenders for inclusion into my First-Class category, had I sat down and planned out the whole two years of these posts ahead of time and done all my research up front first instead of shooting from the hip week to week. We've already mentioned Neil "Lemon Demon" Cicierega and his contributions to Flash before, this time around we're looking at a collaboration of his with New Zealand Flash Animator Andrew Kepple, who was a frequent poster to Albino Blacksheep under the name Too Much Spare Time Productions. In February of 2006, Kepple decided to make an animation for Cicierega's song Geeks in Love.

  The animation is a trove of geeky pop culture references, some of which I will catalog here: Crop Circles, Dr. Seuss, Chococat, Spock from Star Trek, Little Shop of Horrors, George Lucas, UFOs, The Matrix -- "There Is No Spoon", Sporks, the USS Enterprise, Powerpuff Girls, The Grand Unified Theory, Dr. Demento, Yatta!, Bohemian Rhapsody, Monty Python's Flying Circus, All Your Base Are Belong to Us, You're the Man Now Dog, Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings -- "And My Ax!", the O Rly? Owl, Chuck Norris, text-based smileys of both the horizontal & vertical varieties, The Jetsons, Futurama, pink-haired anime protagonists, Mario Brothers, Amy from Sonic the Hedgehog, waffles, the I WANT TO BELIEVE poster, David Hasselhoff, Mr. T, Degrassi, degaussing CRT screens, propeller beanies, the Voyager Golden Record, pirates, subliminal messaging, the inscription on The One Ring, Pong, Stargate, Kill Bill, 1337, Magic: The Gathering, Patrick Stewart as Captain Picard, Alan Rickman as Severus Snape, Daleks, Chewbacca, Col. Sanders, Beaker from the Muppets, Triumph the Insult Comic Dog from Conan O'Brian, Potter Puppet Pals, Mystery Science Theater 3000, lava lamps, tabletop foosball, Optimus Prime, the Larson Scanner from Battlestar Galactica's Cylons & also Knight Rider, The Matrix Again -- "I know Kung Fu", DEVO, Where's Waldo, Activision's River Raid for the Atari 2600, Jeff "Comic Book Guy" Albertson from The Simpsons wearing a "Worst Animation Ever" shirt, Doc Brown & Clara Clayton from Back to the Future III, Alf, Revenge of the Nerds, Napoleon Dynamite & Deb Bradshaw, Steve Urkel from Family Matters, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Dee Dee & Mandark from Dexter's Lab, Hello Kitty, Sulu from Star Trek, Twinkies, Sudoku, 8008135, Cthulhu, Pee Wee Herman, Pac Man and Ms. Pac Man from the Pac Man Saturday Morning Cartoon, Velma Dinkley, and the Mandelbrot Set.   While in 2006, the mainstreaming of geek culture had already begun, geeks had yet to realize this was happening and so they clung to their old persecution complexes, seeing themselves as marginalized outsiders. Obscure pop culture references and meme-ry such as what Andrew Kepple loaded this animation down with were a quick way of identifying fellow geeks. Now a days, that's just how large swaths of people communicate online.   So as a chaser for two weeks of love in a row, I think we'll be due for some excessive violence, so check in as we go back to Somewhere in Nevada.

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True Colors Chapter 4

The weeks seemed to drag on for you in the new recruit dorms. It seemed like every time you opened your door there he was. If he wasn’t staring at you he was finding new ways to get under your skin. Never in your life had you met anyone quite as irritating as Bucky Barnes! Even the way he breathed in the workout rooms seemed to push at a nerve for you.

“Tony please! I’m begging you!” You whined as you and Tony sparred, “Please move my room! I can’t stand Robo-cop being right on top of me all the time!” As you spoke you shot Bucky a look that could kill, your hair swirling with fiery reds displaying your anger. The knife he was flinging around didn’t scare you one little bit.

“Psh! Yeah right!” Tony protested. “Pretty sure this is the first time I’ve ever….EVER heard you complain about a guy being on top of you.”

“Careful there rich boy! Or you’ll be fighting crime in a very nice shade of Hello Kitty pink.” Tony put on a scared look to go with your playful threat.

Steve looked over from his knife practice with Bucky and shook his head lightly. “Geez buddy what did you do to her?” he chuckled as he looked back to his friend.

“Nothing!” He protested. “The dame is flat out CRAZY!” He jerked his attention to you to make sure you knew you were meant to hear it.

“I dunno man I like her.” Sam interjected, just wanting to have the opposite opinion of him. “She’s fun.”

“Tell you what.” Tony let out a heave of a breath, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. “How about tonight you and me go get Johnnie and Jack, hang out with them for a little while then we can go out to the usual club so you can blow off some steam the way you do best?”

You let out a long breath mulling over the idea before shaking your head, letting the rainbow flow back and forth down your back wadding up just a bit with sweat. “Nah...as nice as it would be to have the boys I need to do some work tonight.”

“Aww but you’re my whore.” Tony teased putting an emphasis on ‘my’. “Who else are you working for?”

“Some middle aged rich guy trying to horn in on your playboy status.” You gave Tony a wink to let him know you were only playing. Bucky’s movements slowed as he listened in on the conversation, now starting to wonder if you really were a prostitute.

~ ~ ~ ~

Later that night you sat in your room staring at your mixer as your speakers poured out the same bit of music over and over. Normally putting things together was so easy, second nature to you… but your nerves were running short thanks to sleepless nights from the screaming of the metal armed wonder across the hall and it was taking its toll on your creativity. Nothing about this piece seemed right to you. Nothing was sounding like you wanted...It was as if you took all of your knowledge of music and threw it to the wind. In the back of your mind you knew you should probably be using some headphones, you were sure the hour was getting late...but they seemed to have gone missing.

Bucky sat in his room, every few minutes turning the volume on his dvd player up, trying his best to hear the movie over the constant annoyance of your noise. Finally as he realized the volume couldn’t go up anymore he got up with a growl grabbing a pair of headphones from his nightstand. The constant loop had finally broken him, if he had to hear it one more time he was going to have to go Winter Soldier on you just to make it stop, and he doubted he would regret it if it meant he’d finally get some peace and quiet. He burst out of his room to swing your door open as violently as he could without breaking anything. “I’m from the past and even I know how to use these!” He held the headphones in the air, shaking them a bit before throwing them at you. “Now shut that noise up!” He screamed before slamming your door shut with enough strength to shake your equipment.

After a moment of debating weather you really wanted to or not you finally plugged in the headphones, keeping your music to yourself as you stuck your pierced tongue out at the door. You didn’t care that he couldn’t see it.

As he sat back down the anger in him just kept growing, bubbling under him. After all that he didn’t even care about his movie anymore, just wanted to hit something. After pulling on his workout clothes he slammed his door shut as he made his way back to the workout room to make some good work of the punching bags.

~ ~ ~ ~

As the hour grew late your stomach rumbled, reminding you that you that dinner should have been a thing hours ago. But then again it was never that unusual for you to forget meals while you were working. 1:00am… surely everyone else had to be asleep by now. You didn’t bother to put on proper clothes to head over to the kitchen...your thin tank top and barely there shorts covered all the important parts anyway. Maybe some time away from the mixer was just what you needed to re-up your inspiration, some time with your older recordings to remind you what Spectrum was about.

~ ~ ~ ~

Clint watched as Bucky split open punching bag after punching bag from the treadmill, waiting for one to survive the impact before he deemed it safe to talk. “I thought you were in here earlier with Cap?” He asked a bit out of breath, sometimes he wished he had a dose of that super soldier serum too. “Something bothering you?”

“More like someone” He grumbled in response as he began beating the bag into submission.

“Again with you and (Y/N)? You guys fight more than my kids!” he couldn’t help but laugh at the two of you. “What exactly is it about you two that gets under each other's skin so bad?” he added out of genuine curiosity.

“She’s loud,” the punching bag let out another thud as he hit it, “always in my way,” thud “and NEVER takes anything seriously,” thud crash! Another punching bag down.

“Yeah? And she’s also a highly trained gifted individual who knows how to have fun, a pretty gifted musician, is pretty easy on the eyes-” He would have gone on but he took notice of the metal arm clenching tightly and definitely did not want to be on the receiving end of that. He waited for the fist to loosen before he hopped off the machine, toweling himself off. “She got all of us out of that place… She personally melted the ice you were kept in...Did you ever even thank her for that?” He added as he left the room leaving him to think on that.

~ ~ ~ ~

Bucky toweled the sticky sweat off as he slowly made his way back to his room, his soaked tank top flung over his shoulder. All he wanted to think about was a nice cool shower, but he couldn’t seem to shake Clint’s words...until a soft voice caught his ear coming from the kitchen. He stood in the doorway watching you clean up after yourself, your hips barely shaking in your small shorts, the hems dancing around your upper thighs as you softly sang “But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft. He's in the army now, a blowin' reveille. He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.”

“You’re dancing to that wrong.” Bucky stated almost timidly. Clint’s words fresh in his mind he couldn’t help but notice your body for the first time, though he tried not to. But the way the ink of your many colorful tattoos curled around your exposed flesh had a way of catching the eyes that he just couldn’t ignore for long… With a yelp your headphones fell from your ears as you spun to meet his eyes. He let out a long breath as he watched you react with fear to him, wondering if this was the source of all the issues you’ve had with each other. First impressions are always hard to erase, and he gave you a doozy of one. “So this is it? Afraid of the Winter Soldier?”

You shook your head as your eyes caught the light reflecting off of his sweaty chest, forcing you to take notice of the muscles behind his strength, though you refused to let them sway you. “Didn’t know I had an audience,” you clarified.

“Didn’t know you liked The Andrews Sisters,” he returned as he stepped into the kitchen, noticing the pile of dishes the rest of the team had left and the sponge in your hand.

“You never bothered to ask. I doubt there’s any music I don’t like actually.” It was nice to hear one of his old favorites again.

“You know...with all these gadgets you’d think we’d have a dishwasher.” He offered as he stepped to the sink, trying his very best to at least try to be nice. “So...why aren’t you afraid of me? Most everyone else sure seems to be...Heck, Clint just stopped mid thought at the sight of this,” he held up his hand as he spoke before opening it up for the sponge.

“Because you’re not some mindless killing machine.” You answered as you handed him the soap filled sponge, trying to figure out the angle he was playing here. “You know...most people assume that I dye my hair. An easy assumption to make. But it’s still wrong.” You picked up a towel to start drying the plates you already cleaned.  “It has been like this ever since my powers manifested...Actually, I tried dying it, but wouldn’t you know it, didn’t take.” Bucky looked up to you, wondering where you were going with this.  “I’m a mutant, and it’s pretty hard to hide it. The world hates and fears my kind because they don’t understand.” Bucky slowly blinked at you, finding it unbelievable anyone could hate or fear a walking rainbow like yourself, even if he refused to see you as pretty he had to admit your hair was lovely in the light. “If anyone understands what it feels like for the world to look at you like a monster while you bust your ass to prove otherwise it's me. So no. I’m not afraid of you. You say those days are behind you and I’ll trust you ‘till you show otherwise.” Bucky couldn’t help smiling, feeling a sense of relief knowing there was someone else out there who knew how he felt...not exactly the same, but on a similar level. Getting close to the other team members was nice, but this was something else entirely...he didn’t feel so alone knowing this. “Doesn’t mean I have to like you though.” He shot you an insulted look. “You’ve been nothing but mean and insulting ever since I broke you out. So why should I?”

His jaw dropped. “Well you’ve been nothing but inconsiderate and brash to me!” He retaliated.

“Well you called my music noise! You’re just like everyone else out there, don’t understand it so it must be wrong!”

Surprised Bucky couldn’t help but concede to this, he hasn’t been very fair to her..never even thanked her or apologized about that day she broke him out. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“And sorry if I annoyed you earlier. I couldn’t find my headphones.” A quick glance confirmed for him that you were in fact still using the pair he threw earlier.

“You think maybe I can borrow that?” He asked pointing to the mp3 player sticking out of your shorts with an almost timid look on his face. “A voice like yours is definitely not noise...I’d love to hear more.”

“Umm...Sure.” You agreed rather surprised as you pulled it from your shorts, showing him how to use it before handing it to him.

“So...what was all that noi-music for anyway? I thought you told Tony you couldn’t hang out with those guys because you hand to work?”

You snorted as you held in laughter. “Those guys are different kinds of alcohol. Tony wanted me to get drunk with him. But yeah, before I came here I was a singer and a DJ, music is my work.” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I guess I can’t blame you for calling it noise...Pretty sure that’s all I’ve been able to come up with for the past few days.” You paused before taking the mp3 player, pulling up the songs you had completed for him. “Here, this is what it’s supposed to sound like.”

Bucky listened as he washed, still not entirely sure if he was hearing the noise or the music at first. You watched his eyes widen as a new song began, something with familiar tune began to tug at his ears.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tRKo6ew0Bs

“You like Fred Astaire?” He asked with shock and awe as he yanked the headphones off.

“Oh my god yes! My dad used to love those old movies!” you gushed, “He was a music teacher, taught me everything I know. Probably the reason why I love music as much as I do. Fred Astaire was his favorite, so I guess it holds a special place in my heart.” He just stared at you for a moment, an amazed smile dancing across his face feeling almost thankful that someone was keeping the music of his past alive for him to cling to in this strange new world. After a moment’s thought suddenly something dawned on you, “You know, you’re the first person I’ve ever met who didn’t think that was sung by Frank Sinatra. I mean don’t get me wrong, Ol’ Blue Eyes was one of the world’s best crooners, but still.”

“You kidding? Doll, come on,” he chuckled a bit, “Swing Time, 1936. I love that flick!” He was beaming with a happiness you had never seen on him before, definitely a trade up from his usual scowl.

“So do I.” You couldn’t help smiling in return, only barely admitting to yourself that you were happy the two of you had finally found some common ground.

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[timeisacephalopod]

Drunk Buys

Random WinterIron crack AU for reasons lol.

Tony walks into the living room with a large box in his hands and perches in Bucky’s lap. “Babe, we need to have a talk about you drunk buying things because I have no fucking clue why the hell you bought what is in this box,” he says.

Natasha’s head whips up, “what’s in the booooox?” she asks in a surprising imitation of Brad Pitt and Tony resents the fact that she and Bucky made him watch that fucking movie.

“A replica of Gwyneth Paltro’s head,” he says without missing a beat.

Bucky looks surprised and leans over the box’s edge, “really?” he asks, curiosity written on his features.

“No Bucky, why the fuck would you buy something like that?” Though he shouldn’t be surprised at this point. For some reason he bought one thousand communion crackers and he’s Jewish, not Catholic. They still have a good three hundred of them left because they’re fucking tired of eating Jesus. Or at least he thinks that’s how that works, but either way they taste like cardboard and none of them want any more of them.

“He bought a pink kitty fur suit once, why are we shocked?” Natasha asks, raising an eyebrow.

“We agreed never to speak of that of the fifteen hundred dildos again,” Bucky says, looking haunted. Like he has the right, all those dildos showing up to Tony’s house brought actual media attention and Natasha made a bunch of memes about it that got really popular. But then that shouldn’t surprise him either considering she’s gotten so good at making memes she got them banned in Russia.

“Did he order some dumb shit online again? Ban him from booze,” Sam says, walking into the living room and shaking his head. 

“But then who would bring us these wonderful gifts?” Bucky asks, wide eyed.

Tony sighs, “honey, do you even remember what you bought?” he asks. Bucky stares at the box for a long few moments.

“I don’t remember getting drunk to be honest,” he says eventually. “But I have a bad memory. I know I know your middle name but I can’t remember that either.” Yeah, Tony thinks that’s for the best now that Edward is attached to sparkly vampires that abuse so he leaves it.

“You should maybe not drink. I mean you once sent your ex a 3D printed model of your ass with a sticky note attached that said ‘suck on this’. That barely even makes sense,” he points out.

Sam laughs, “ah, the rare time he mails things instead of having things mailed to him. Remember when he set up that automatic mailing system to send his fifth grade teacher a copy of his degree every day for the rest of her life because she told him he’d never make it anywhere in life? I remember that because that’s the moment he proved her right,” Sam says, pleased with his insult.

Bucky flips him off but Sam pays no attention to that. “Remember when you bought Sam twelve falcons? Or spent a thousand dollars on a bunch of ant farms for Scott? I still don’t know who that is,” Tony says. “But that time you bought ten parrots and sent them to Hammer with a note that read ‘they’re trained to mock’ is probably one of the funniest I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing,” he says.

“Scott’s the guy that’s got a kid,” Nat says like that helps him any.

“I thought that was May. I am I missing something? I thought the kid’s dad was dead?” Or was it his uncle? Well shit, he can’t just ask Peter which family members of his bit the fucking dust, that’s rude.

“No, Scott has his own kid. Cassie,” Bucky says.

Tony frowns. “Well I know which kid you’re talking about now, but I thought she was Clint’s... The fuck is that new one of his named then?” 

“Nathaniel because the little fucker came out a boy and ruined naming it after me,” Natasha says, obviously bitter about this. Tony thinks the baby has won there though.

He shakes his head. “Whatever, I’ll figure Scott out later. Point is you have a problem and we can’t continue to eat Jesus every time you get sad drunk. We’ve probably eaten like five Jesus’ by now.”

Natasha starts laughing and Sam sighs. “You know when those moments happen and you think ‘if someone heard this out of context they’d think we’re nuts’. Well that’s most of the interactions I have with you people. I’d say its white people but T’Challa and Rhodey do it too. Like come on man, black people aren’t furries,” he says, shaking his head. Tony laughs because he’s ninety percent sure T’Challa has no idea what a furry even is let alone how that relates to being Black Panther but Sam’s inability to get past it is hilarious.

“I think its kind of a fun quirky trait,” Bucky says, grinning a little.

Tony sighs, “honey. Consider this box and your lack of knowledge on what’s in this box. You should probably ban yourself from the computer when drunk.”

“It’s not that bad,” Bucky says in his own defense, giving Tony that sad, puppy dog look that really does make him want to scoop Bucky up and kiss him better. Not that he does because that’s enabling.

“Bucky bee, Buzzfeed has written listicles of weird shit you’ve boughten when drunk. You have a problem with drunk online shopping. Remember the five life sized Daleks you bought because you thought they were cute and you’ve never even heard of the show Doctor Who?” Because he does. Two of them are in his bedroom and he’d rather they leave because they give him nightmares with the creepy shadows they cast.

“Hold up,” Sam says, holding his hand in the air. “Did you just call him ‘Bucky bee’?”

Tony frowns, “yeah?” he asks, unsure why this is unusual when he gives everyone weird nicknames. He called Sam ‘birdman’ for over a year until Clint got annoyed because before Sam he was the only one who was referenced by birds and then he called to Sam’s nicknames too. So now Sam is the annoying little brother and Clint is the boring father. Neither like their reassessments but they both admit that it’s better than Rhodey’s platypus.

“Get the hell out of this house,” Sam says and Tony squints.

“This is my house,” he points out.

“Its my house now if you’re going to call people gay ass shit like that,” Sam says.

He frowns, “that’s homophobic.”

“Doesn’t count when you’re bisexual, die mad about it and out of my newly acquired home thanks to you saying dumb shit.”

“That’s what he’s going to lose his house over? Not that he thought minimum wage was the same as a living wage?” Nat asks.

“Okay in my defense that makes sense! What the hell is the wage minimuming if its not going into poverty? Now its just ‘weird arbitrary number some rando politician shit out’. Its not my fault I’m logical,” Tony says in his own defense.

“Why is there a taxidermy bat in here?” Bucky asks, pulling the bat out of the box on Tony’s lap. “Oh what the fuck, there’s a rat and an alligator too. And what the hell is that?” he asks. Tony looks in the box and sighs.

“Goat skull. This is why I think you have a problem. You think taxidermy is the work of the devil and yet here it is, sitting in my lap.” Bucky pulls out some more tissue paper and frowns for a moment, leaning into the box and letting out a loud shriek before he shoves Tony and the box off his lap.

Tony lets out an undignified squawk and falls to the ground, watching as Bucky’s weird drunk trinkets fall out. When he spots the spider though he jumps back into Bucky’s lap at a speed faster than anything he knew himself to be capable of. “I swear to fucking god if that thing is alive I’m leaving you!” he shrieks, ignoring how high his voice is.

Natasha goes over and scoops up the spider, “nope. Not alive,” she reports not that Tony relaxes. He’s maybe picked up some bug fear from Rhodey, who is genuinely terrified of all things insect and most things reptile. He says if it has too many legs or not enough legs it ain’t right. His threshold if four legs and that’s mostly only because he likes dogs otherwise it’d be two.

“Oh hey, I remember why I bought that stuff,” Bucky says excitedly. “Steve was pissing me off so I bought all the things he feared and planned on sticking them in his bed.”

Sam, who seems to like this idea, starts gathering Bucky’s fallen drunk buys back into the box. “What? He’s been pissing me off lately. He can deal with a bat or two in his pillow.”

“I think you’re evil,” Bucky tells him in a low tone.

“It was your idea, dipshit, you’re the evil one,” Sam points out.

“Gunna take that spider?” Tony asks and Sam snorts.

“Fuck no, those things have no right to look like that. They don’t need that many eyes or that many legs. God made a mistake with them,” he says, giving the spider a disdainful look.

Natasha frowns, “spiders are really good for ecosystems, god made a mistake with humans given how invasive and shitty we are. Spiders are good, you leave them alone,” she says, holding the creepy tarantula to her chest.

“I think god made a mistake with wasps and Sam,” Bucky says.

“Please stop drunk buying things I have heart problems and I can’t handle finding more spiders in boxes,” Tony says.

Something must occur to Bucky then because he turns to Sam wide eyed, “you might want to get home before Steve does,” he says but leaves the ominous warning at that.

[brightlycoloredteacups]

Back Alley Dust Up

Series: Run Into You: Tony Stark x OFC

Warnings: None for this chapter. 

Tagging: @tiyetiye, @salimahbicharara-comun @anunhealthydoseofangst 

AN: Whaaat? I updated a story? Go me! 

When your father had old drug dealers he owed money to, things got a little rough. The only problem is, Tina’s father didn’t owe money to drug dealers. Thomas Rogers had been as straight-laced as they came, to drinking, no drug use, no killing. If only he could see his daughter now. Tina shakes her head, she doesn’t want to think of him now, he was dead and gone. Good riddance in her opinion.

She knew that the men had targeted her because she seemed easy. She was scrawny, didn’t look intimidating at all. In other words, she looked like an easy target. Years ago, men like them would have known, almost instinctively, to stay away from her. She was a child of the streets, she’d seen shit, done worse.

           She had no clue as to what she should do. She knew what she wanted to do, however. To beat the ever-loving snot out of them. But that wasn’t her, not anymore. She wasn’t worried about getting hurt, growing up the way she had taught her more than a few things about self-defense. She was worried about causing an all-out gang war. The thugs targeting her were thinking of moving in. The mob, headed by a man named Valentino, would have that. If it all turned nasty, she would be responsible for it. Her options were to hopefully scare them off, or to move again. She really didn’t want to move, but she didn’t want to scare them into violence either. What if she scared them and they came back with people who were worse?

           Trying to figure out the correct approach had her so distracted, she hadn’t noticed the five men she was worried about follow her into the dead-end alley she managed to take a wrong turn into. When she turns, they were leering at her. “Well?” the Head Thug asks, she remembered his name being Jackson. “Do you have our money?” He has a bat in his left hand, he was tapping it idly against his leg. The others had various weapons with them as well, she noticed they weren’t carrying guns, a good sign so far.

“Look, I told you, I had nothing to do with my father and his drugs.” She explains, playing along. “And I don’t have any money. I’m living off charity.” Jackson snickered. “That’s unfortunate.” He says. “You know boss,” A goon speaks, his voice high pitched, squeaky. It irritated her. “She could pay it off in other ways.”

“Yeah boss, she looks real cute for street scum.” Another lackey pipes up. Tina resists the urge to roll her eyes, instead settling for an insult. “You know, it’s not my problem you guys are so ugly you can’t get girlfriends. Why take it out on me?” Jackson narrows his eyes, pointing his bat to her. “You know missy,” He says, taking a step closer, she stands her ground. “I don’t think I like your tone of voice.” Tina shrugs, “I don’t like your face, and yet here we are.” Jackson goes red. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” He snarls, taking another step forward. Tina gives a noncommittal grunt.

           She could tell Jackson didn’t know what to make of it. He wasn’t used to being stood up to. Especially not by a woman. She didn’t blame the others for bowing to Jackson. Some people simply didn’t have it in them to resist, others were doing simply what it took to survive given the situation they were in. But that didn’t mean she had to take his crap. “You know, I think the amount of money your father owes us just doubled. Call it interest.” Jackson sneers. Tina frowns, coming to a few conclusions. It hadn’t occurred to her that maybe Jackson just picked her because she seemed weak. Making up some cock and bull story to threaten her into compliance. That would explain why they’d stuck to harassment instead of actually doing something.

           She kicked herself for not seeing that sooner. She had dealt with drug dealers before, they didn’t wait for you to pay up, they didn’t make a big show about wanting your money, you either had it in the allotted time frame they gave you, or they killed you. Jackson was playing with her. She felt a momentary wave of rage crash through her. She knew better than this. She had become too complacent after five years of relative peace. Now she needed to act.

           “You know what?” She said, pulling her hair back into a bun. “I’m tired of this bullshit.” She readied herself, putting her hands up. “I don’t owe you anything. So, I’m going to put an end to this right now.” The men around her chuckled. Jackson turned to them, pointing at her again with his bat. “Kitty’s got claws!” He said, guffawing. “Look at her, thinking she’s going to-” Tina didn’t wait, she clocked Jackson in the face, downing him with one hit. The others took a few long moments to react.

*

           Tina wasn’t the only one having a rough week. Tony and the team had been run through the gutter more times than he could count. Steve had gotten an anonymous tip that claimed they knew where Bucky Barnes was. The blond had been chasing lead after lead, wanting to find his long-lost friend. No one had said anything yet, with respects to Steve’s feelings on the matter, but a few of the Avengers, Tony included, were beginning to wonder if it all wasn’t a wild goose chase by some nut job that liked the attention.

           Currently Tony was working on the umpteenth lead. This one was mildly interesting; having run the moment he saw Stark. Technically he wasn’t running, he was motoring away from Tony, but the little motorcycle the bad guy was on wasn’t very fast. Tony, bored and frustrated, decided to simply play with the guy a little. Tony had been chasing the guy for about half an hour when he began to recognize the buildings around him.

           He was currently flying through Tina’s neighborhood. The thought of her seeing him in action thrilled him. He didn’t think she’d be too impressed with his heroics, but maybe they’d get the chance to talk. Since the convention, he’d been looking for her everywhere, expecting her to pop out of a random place at any moment. He got a faint suspicion she was trying to avoid him after the news story about the dating but decided that was just his ego talking. There was no way she was intentionally avoiding him. She was just going about her life as usual, and if they ran into each other, they ran into each other.

           Tony was getting ready to make his move when a body sailed out from an adjacent alley and slammed into the guy on the motorcycle. Tony stopped for a moment, wondering if Steve had somehow gotten caught up in trouble. The ‘cycle ran off into some trash cans, and Tina, not Steve stepped out of the dead-end alley.

           Tony took a moment to observe her. She was huffing, and a cut was on her face, it looked fresh, her lip was swelling, and her eye was darkening and swelling as well. “Martina?” He called. She looked up at him, surprise on her face. “Mr. Stark?” She said, smiling. “It’s good to see that you aren’t stuck.” He landed next to her, making sure his chest his puffed out to make himself seem bigger. “Are you alright?” He asked, moving a wisp of hair from her face, it seemed to him the most natural move in the world. He saw now that she was sweaty with exertion. A pile of men in black were behind her. She looked at them, frowning. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She said, waving it off. “How ‘bout you?” She nodded to the stunned man on the ground. “You alright? I didn’t mean to throw that other guy, but, you know, heat of the moment and all that.”

           Tony waves motorcycle guy off. “Just following a lead.”

“Lead to what?” Tina asks, walking over to the guy she threw and kicking his shoe, trying to wake him. “Lead to Bucky Barnes.” Tina looks at him, eyes sharp. He didn’t know why he told her that, he shouldn’t have, but it was out of the bag now. “Do you know where he is?” She asks, kicking the guys shoe again. “No, to be honest I think the person who tipped us off is just messing around.”

“Wake up!” She yells. The guy jerks awake. “D-Don’t hit me!” He says, scrambling backwards. “Don’t hit me you fucking demon!”

“I’m not going to hit you unless you come at me again.” Tina informed him. The man backed all the way across the street, Tina following him slowly. He stops when a wall meets his back. Tony looks on in mild interest when Tina crouches in front of the man. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” She explains, making sure to look him in his eye. They man refuses to return the gaze, looking wildly about him. “You’re going to take your group of thugs elsewhere. If you come back here-”

“Oh shit, that’s Iron Man!” The man says, scrambling to his feet. He turns to run but Tina got him by his shirt collar and turned him to face her. When he continued to struggle, she picked him up by the front of his shirt and held him against the wall. “Don’t worry about him,” She said, calmly. Tony got the feeling she’d threatened people before. “Worry about me. I’m the one that will kill you if you piss me off enough” The man instantly stops struggling. He began to whimper a little, tears streaming down his face. “Pay attention very carefully.” The man nodded to show he was paying attention. “You are going to take your group and you are going to leave this neighborhood. If someone so much as hints that you’re back, I will personally bust your face so hard you’ll be sipping through a straw for the rest of your miserable life, do I make myself clear?”

           The man looks at Tony, who was slightly amused, and very impressed. “Iron Man isn’t going to help you, douchebag.” She said, setting him down but not letting go of his shirt. The others were rising behind him. Hopefully they didn’t try anything. “And he sure as hell isn’t going to stop me from pummeling you people into the ground. So, get your shit, and get out. You have four hours to relocate.” She let the man go. There was silence for a moment as everyone looked around to assess the situation. They all broke into a run at once.

The man Tony had been pursuing showed no signs of life. So, he simply picks the man up and throws him over a shoulder. “You know,” Tony says. “You should think about getting a job in security. People could really use someone like you.”

“Don’t like Guns.” Tina told him, crossing her arms. She looked him over. Like he figured, she wasn’t entirely impressed, but then again, he hadn’t done anything impressive. “Keep the bike.” He said, motioning to the motorcycle. “What if it’s stolen?” she points out. “It’s not, I looked it up. Not even registered. Keep it, sell it, don’t care.” She smirks walking over to it. “Have a good day Mr. Stark.” She calls, wrenching it from the trash heap. “You too Martina.” He turned and flew off to Steve. Tina didn’t turn to watch him go.

*

           When Tina gets back to her apartment building, she stashes the bike in the garage. There was only Mrs. Burbank’s old Chevy in there. It didn’t work, and Tina didn’t plan on using the bike anytime soon. She doubted Mrs. Burbank would mind. She trudged up the stairs, not knowing what she felt more, ashamed that she let herself go for so long, or frustrated that she had taken so long to beat those thugs down. They had been ordinary men, she should’ve taken them out in seconds.

           She stops at her door, wondering if she should warn James. She decided she should. She hammers on his door. He opened it quickly. Taking one look he ushered her in. “Was it those thugs?” He asks. “I’ll kill them.” He claims, grabbing some ice. “The Avengers are looking for you.” She tells him, effectively stopped him in his tracks. He looks at her for a long moment. “I met Iron Man when he was chasing some guy around. They have no idea where you are, but they are looking for you, I just thought you should know.”

“How long have you known?” He asks, handing her ice wrapped in a towel. She takes it from him placing it near her eye, the flesh too tender for direct application. “Since I first saw you.” She admits. “I had to more than a few reports on Captain America and the Howling Commandos in American History and Government.” She left out the part where she had been invited to speak on the behalf of Captain America at events that honored him. She hadn’t done it in a while, and she didn’t think it was important. “You didn’t tell them where I was?” He asks. “No. Did you want me to?”

“No!” it came out harsh, quick. He closes his eyes, gathering himself. “No.” He sits next to her on the couch. “Look, as far as I’m concerned, your secret is safe with me. You’re obviously running from something. Having the Avengers on your tail can only complicate things. Besides, who else am I going to watch the Young and the Restless with?” He smiles at her, thanking her silently. For now, it seemed all was right with the world.

[tommyhagen]

Same Song, Different Man Part One

Click right here to see general info about this part. Jumped ahead a lot in the story and don’t want anyone to be confused. That’s my first time using a hyperlink on this website so tell me if it doesn’t work. Gonna be honest this gives me so many King and I vibes that I may or may not have written most of it to Shall We Dance. If someone is artistically inclined and drew Tony as Ana in the  full purple ball gown and T’Challa as the King I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself

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“Excuse me, your highness, could I have this dance?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m actually not here to dance but it is a kind offer.”, T’challa waved him off nicely before going back to his champagne. The poor guy must be bored out of his mind and not just in the way Tony always was at these things. Compared to a Wakandan celebration this must be the equivalent of taking an ambien and washing it down with wine.

“Bad kitty, don’t make me get the spray bottle.”

  A grin spread across the Alpha’s features at that. “Anthony!”, he chirped and Tony was pretty sure no one had ever been so glad to see him in his life. “I was just about to look for you. I was starting to think you had left the party.”.

“Yeah.”, Tony grimaced, “Sorry about that. Though it’s not for lack of trying that I haven’t left yet. Pepper watches me like a hawk at parties. Not that I blame her. God knows I need supervision around these kind of people. You’re lucky you get to just stand in a corner. She makes me talk to them.”.

T’challa laughed quietly into his hand. “I don’t know many people here but I can imagine even without that it isn’t pleasant.”

“You imagine right. I mean, unless you’re Bruce and speak boring as a second language.”, Tony snarked. T’Challa’s rumbling laugh practically made him purr. That is,until T’challa’s hand was suddenly on his upper back and he had Tony’s hand in his. “Woah there...what up T’challa?”, Tony squeaked in a manner so undignified people actually turned to look at him.

“I believe I was asked to dance. Unless you were joking?”, T’challa questioned.

Something about his face at the moment made Tony believe that the Alpha would be disappointed to know that he was. So he lied, “No, no. Just wasn’t expecting it to be so sudden. Just let me...”, Tony trailed off awkwardly as he put an arm around T’challa’s shoulders. He only gave in to the temptation to squeeze one for a second or two. But, Christ, that suit wasn’t doing anything to hide how muscled the Alpha was. It just wasn’t fair. No one should look that good in a suit except Tony himself.

“I assumed based on the song’s tempo a waltz would be appropriate. Is it?”, he asked, clearly just trying to understand how he’d put Tony off with something so simple. Something Tony himself had asked for.

Tony could feel heat rising to his cheeks. He absolutely wasn’t going to blush. “Ah...yep you nailed it. Though to be honest it’s an interesting choice, old fashioned, I guess.” At T’challa’s frown Tony was quick to add, “That’s a good thing. I just...haven’t waltzed in awhile.” 

Steve. Steve. Steve. Tony tried to shake the sudden onslaught of memories of him and Steve like this out of his mind. Steve in his dress uniform, the medals on it always polished to a gleam just like his shoes. The way his hair caught the light. Suddenly, Tony was trying to hold back tears instead of a blush.

He must not have been doing a good job because T’challa was frowning. He quickly spoke again to get Tony’s attention, “Then you shall teach me.”, he seemed relieved when Tony snorted derisively. Why couldn’t all Alphas be this nice? Maybe then Tony would still have one. “Is the positioning of my hands correct? My people do not dance like this so I only have films to go on.” 

Tony forced himself to smile again before answering, “Well, you’re doing great. Textbook form, T-cat. Maybe a bit formal.” Time to make new memories of dancing with Alphas. Maybe eventually they might even replace the ones with Steve in them.

T’challa thought about that, scanning the room, eyes settling on an elderly Beta couple   dancing beside them. “I see.”, was all the warning he gave before sliding his hand down to the base of Tony’s spine, bringing them closer together.

 “Oh...”, was the closest to a response Tony could formulate. There was a flurry of flashes and snaps that managed to catch even Tony’s attention. He practically forgot that the paparazzi was a thing most of the time they’d been with him so long. But he hadn’t seen them this excited in a while. For once, Tony couldn’t blame them either. He was pretty damn excited too. Their chests were almost flush against each other and T’challa’s heat was radiating between them. And how the hell did he smell so good ALL the time?! It was more than just Alpha pheromones -not that Tony wasn’t going light headed from those alone- it was like spice and earth and just every remotely sensual thing Tony could dream up. And he was a beautiful dancer. Of course he was. He literally had the grace of a cat. 

“Like this.”, T’challa observed. Tony could only nod stupidly. He really hated being an Omega. One of the smartest men in the world turned into a clumsy idiot at the sight of such an...admittedly gorgeous Alpha. Who could blame him? Then, making it worse, T’challa said in that rich voice of his, “I do not believe I’ve had a chance yet to tell you how handsome you look this evening.”

That left Tony reeling. What? He, Tony, looked good?! Had T’challa looked in a mirror, oh, ever?! Literal perfection had just complemented him. What was he supposed to do with that?! Eventually Tony managed some forced sass. “Not beautiful?”, he practically stammered.

“Well, yes, you are. But I assumed you would prefer to be called handsome.”, T’challa replied gently. 

“You were right. I do. That’s...that’s really thoughtful of you, T’challa.”, Tony practically swooned. He was melting. Soon he was going to be the first puddle with a net worth in the billions. This was too much. He shook himself a bit to try to get his act together. It wasn’t too successful either. It had to be the crazy King and I vibes going on here that were making Tony think this was actually romantic. And not just a dance with a pack member and close friend. Which it was. Nothing more than that.

 T’challa’s eyes were almost sparkling though and the smile he was giving Tony was so gentle. It made him even more beautiful. Tony had no doubt that enough of this memory could replace the ones with Steve in time. But he couldn’t let it go on any further and he quickly piped up, “You’re not looking so bad yourself. Y’know, for a cat. Like Prince Charming really. Or is that insulting to you? Being a king and all”. Tony smiled brightly. Yes, he was doing it! He’d make this playful and light again.

But then T’challa laughed and Tony could feel the rumble of it and that had him going all gooey again. “So long as you’re calling me charming, Anthony, I’ll put up with anything.”.

Tony was speechless. Just. What was he supposed to say to that? To one of the best looking Alphas Tony had ever seen? To a goddamn king? 

After a few moments passed T’challa spoke again almost nervously.  He must have assumed he’d made things awkward instead of just making Tony question his sanity. “My people also don’t have music like this. I like it though it’s very different. This is an older style, isn’t it?” 

Had an Alpha just gotten flustered? That was enough for Tony to eventually come to his senses. “Y-Yeah.”, he answered. “Although you probably already knew that since you knew how to waltz. It’s pretty standard for formal things like this. Soft and unobtrusive. Sometimes it’s just a piano only version of a song, though.”

“What is this one?”, T’challa asked, spinning Tony seamlessly, never missing a beat.

Tony honestly hadn’t even heard the music he was so caught up in their conversation. When he did, his knees almost buckled. His face did. Fuck. They would play this. “It’s...it’s called You’ll Never Know.”, he managed to force out.

“What is it about...?”, T’challa asked a bit hesitantly, trying to figure out what was wrong without having to ask directly.

“Two lovers who are separated by war.”, Tony quavered feeling suddenly every bit the fragile Omega everyone had been treating him like the whole night.

“Oh. That is sad.”, T’challa commented awkwardly, still confused. “Which war?”.

“World War Two.”, Tony murmured, completely miserable.

[fabfrnkie]

are you a fan of msi and if you are then how do u feel about them using the N word and lot of other slurs? and treating subjects as pedophilia and racism as a joking manner?

i’m not a fan but i’ve listened to them and they do NOT treat those topics in a joking manner. they’re not monsters. i guess their objective was to shock, make people indignant and in order to do that you have to use slurs and all. 

if people didn’t like them because of that they were and are free to avoid them, they’re not politicians. 

do not use that black/white mentality about this because it’s not the case. using slurs and heavy themes to shock listeners is different than using them to insult. i don’t know much about kitty and steve, but jimmy and lynz are incredibly good people who are doing their best to always help minorities. (just look at their opinions about trump....). 

anyway i think you should ask an msi fan. 

p.s. i hope this is not another excuse to insult me over my own personal opinion. i will block if i get insulted or i get asks that want to create useless drama.