#mcu questions

[thegurlwhoisntthere]

Actually? Would a human realistically survive the bifrost??? Like, genuinely? At least, in the MCU, because that stuff literally burns runes into the ground wherever it lands and Loki tried to use it to straight up destroy Jotunheim? And sure Thor and the other gods and stuff could use it, but they can also survive a not so insignificant amount of time unprotected in space, so who’s to say they wouldn’t just? Be able to withstand it?

And sure, we’ve seen Jane at the very least go through it, but she was also being possessed by the reality stone? So?

Would a human just straight up be ripped apart if they tried to travel that way?

[karioke13]

MCU questions by the wonderful queen @beheworthy this game was so fun! 🤩🫶🏼

— my favorite character: Dr. Jane Foster

— my favorite movie/episode: Thor

— least favorite character: Odin (founding member of the I Hate Odin Club)

— favorite quote: “Because I love you. I’ve always loved you. And this is a chance for us. If you pick up that damn hammer again then that chance is gone. It’s your choice, Jane. But I’d regret it every single day if I didn’t ask you to stay so that we could figure this out, together.” (This scene lives in my mind rent free okay???)

— first character i ever fell in love with: Thor Odinson

— my otp/favorite pairing: THOR X JANE THOR X JANE THOR X JANE THOR X JANE THOR X JANE THOR X JA-

— saddest death: Dr. Jane Foster

— unpopular opinion: I despise Loki with all my heart and soul (he very much scared me as a kid)

— pairing i am not a fan of: Loki x Sylvie (it’s cringe and also they’re the same person 🤢)

— favorite friendship: Tony Stark and James Rhodes (I feel like their friendship is similar to be and my twins lol 🙈)

— character i most identify with: Jane Foster (because i feel like I act similarly towards her 🙈)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 341

Danny sighs as the sound of a falling shelf reaches him, quickly followed by twin snarls. He takes a breath, even if he hasn’t needed to breathe since he was fourteen, and counts to ten as he pauses in making dinner. 

“Ellie, Dan, what’ve I said about throwing each other into the shelves-” 

He stops as he comes to the living room doorway, both of the gremlins freezing mid-stuffing an unconscious vigilante out the window, feathers puffed up. Dear Ancients he does not want to deal with this today, but it’s not like life ever cared about what he wants in any situation. 

“Elnath, Jordan, you better not be about to toss that person out the window-” 

[chaos0pikachu]

the (mcu) avengers could NOT handle the fact that eddie is basically living out a live action tentacle hentai every thursday through sunday and sometimes on wednesday if he feeds venom tator tots okay?

[marzipanandminutiae]

I don't go here but uh

me: oh no so all the Black Widows had ovary-removing hysterectomies? are they on HRT, since they need to be conventionally attractive, conventionally feminine women and there's a risk of hormone changes compromising that? they also have increased danger of bone density loss, mood swings, pelvic organ prolapse, sexual dysfunction...you're going to get into that right? because I fully believe that a secret Soviet assassin factory would do involuntary, unnecessary hysterectomies, but they'd also want their Sexy Assassins at peak Sexy Assassin performance. and even the women who've gotten out probably don't want to deal with those symptoms if they come up. so are we going to see Natasha taking estrogen, or...?

Marvel: no, they just can't :( have babies :( and by the way they sometimes think they're monsters because of that :( but that's all a hysterectomy does and we would know because we are very smart cis men!!!!

[mischievous-thunder]

What are you gonna do now, Honey Badger?

[bucky-obsessed]

We got more bucky!

[sacredfixation]

Loki and the Deeply Valid Fear of Being a Government-Issued Android Without Knowing It

Imagine living for over a thousand years, committing intergalactic crimes, then one random underpaid TVA clerk with a monotone voice suddenly introduces the possibility that, oh, by the way, what if you were secretly a robot this whole time? And Loki, who has always carried himself with the absolute certainty of a god, pauses. Like. “Wait. What if I am?”

He hears that question and immediately does a full mental diagnostic. Have I ever glitched? Ever felt oddly mechanical? Experienced an unusual fondness for oil? Maybe he’s too good at lying. Too good at surviving. What if that’s just the programming?

The TVA worker just moves on. He doesn’t elaborate. no reassurances. theres no safety net. Just the terrifying possibility that he might get instantly vaporized for something completely outside his control.

Id like to note, his hesitation isn’t even just some random existential crisis, it’s trauma-informed. This man already lived through the experience of waking up one day and realizing he wasn’t who he thought he was.

He grew up thinking he was a prince, a god, Odin’s rightful son, only to find out he was actually a stolen relic of war. A Jotun. A creature he’d been taught to hate.

He thought he knew himself before, and he was wrong. What if he’s wrong again? What if theres something else about himself thats been hidden? If he didn’t realize he was a Frost Giant, whats stopping him from not realizing he’s actually some highly advanced synthetic being?

It’s not just a funny existential gag, it’s a callback to one of the most devastating truths of Loki’s existence:

He has never really known who he is.

It’s the muscle memory of having his entire identity ripped out from under him. It’s the learned fear of asking, What am I, actually?

Because the last time he asked that question, the answer ruined him.

[fennethianell]

circled back to my thoughts about Gamora and Peter meeting when they were kids AU (it's been years! like I found a sketch from 2018 and could not stop thinking - so I had to draw)

[waywardsou2]

Bucky: Sam, you can just move in with me, so can Baby Falcon. And Sarah and the kids there are literally several empty floors

Sam: No!

Bucky: If we hadn't taken it from Valentina who knows what she would have done with it

Sam: That doesn't matter

Bucky: Just move in

Sam: Nope

Bucky: ...Is this because I asked you to move in first?

Sam: ...yes

[warningsine]

[questions-about-loki]

If you yourself could’ve directed/wrote the Loki series, what would you have done differently? What would you have wanted to see in a series about Loki? What would you have focused on? Would the series take place somewhere other than the TVA? Which characters would you include? What would be the end goal? What aspects of his character would be explored?

[kuronekoartsblog]

Lokius commission I finished recently ✨

[mercurial-chuckles]

Bucky Barnes vs Ethan Stark

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader | Olivia Barnes x Ethan Stark Warnings: Sap | Overloaded fluff | Language | Allusions to sex | MDNI | Protective dad Bucky | Grumpy Bucky | Ethan 'Menace' Stark | Friends to lovers trope | Chaos galore | Tom Welling as Ethan Stark 🤭 | Unbeta'd | Let me know if I’m missing anything. Word Count: ~2.5k A/N: @soelstress sowed this idea in my head after reading Sappy Sunday Thought. Thank you, my lovely Soels! I have no clue how far and how deep I'm gonna spiral with this, but hey...this is a start. 💕🤭 I had a whole different banner, but after those recent pictures of Seb, I had to change... he's giving major Zaddy vibes, NGL! 😏😉👀 This is also my submission to Cranky!Grumpy!Stabby! Oh, My! Challenge | @yenzys-lucky-charm | 🗡️ A: Smoothing out the crease in Cranky’s frown while straddling their lap B: Cranky character melts, pulling them in for a kiss & Grem's 20 Characters with 20 Questions for 20 Tropes Challenge | @gremlin-girly | Bucky Barnes + 7Q + 5T | Thank you both for hosting 🩷🥹🫂 Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! Banner credits to me. Picture credits to the internet. Thank you :) Check out my other works: Masterlist

Indulge Away!

****

According to Bucky, his wife was a savage.

Bucky was ecstatic until you soured his mood. Because you'd waited until three orgasms later to tell him, right after he pounded you against the wall, while his brain was still trying to catch up, when you delivered the blow. No pun there.

He woke up utterly happy that morning. Your daughter, Olivia, was coming home for the summer. She'd just completed her junior year at university, and you had both been counting the days until you saw your baby.

Over the past month, your daughter and husband had been busy planning quite a few activities for all of you. Bucky had even cut down most of his training schedule for the summer, too. You, unfortunately, didn't have the same luxury. The project you and Tony have been working on with DOE was heading into fabrication, and you needed to put in a few more days of brutal work hours before you could dial down.

This visit was extra special. Olivia hadn't been home last summer. She'd spent it halfway across the country, interning at a start-up company in a research program, which she still heard her Uncle Tony whine about it. Most holidays were little weekend sprints. But this time, she was staying for the whole summer.

'Coz this time, she'd landed an internship with the research team at the compound after clearing a written exam and three rounds of interviews. Out of all the applicants, she was one of the three selected to intern at AI.

Tony had no idea, and Olivia had begged Pepper and Maria to keep it low. Olivia was too humble. She was determined to prove herself on her merit, not wanting anyone to think she'd been accepted into the program simply because of her connections. You were proud of your daughter. But there was no doubt Tony would be squealing when he found out Olivia was back and working at the compound, no less.

Bucky had been practically buzzing with excitement, already pulling on his jacket to head for the airport when you casually told him that he'd also be picking up Ethan Stark, who was flying with Olivia.

Bucky's pleasure-ridden mood fizzled out drastically. He turned to glare at you.

On the same fucking plane.

The absolute nightmare.

"Why the fuck was I not aware of this?" He snapped, stalking after you as you got dressed for work.

"Bucky," you sighed, not even sparing him a glance. You were running late, and it was all Bucky's fault. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, not that you minded very much.

It wasn't unpopular that your husband despised Ethan Stark from the moment Olivia was born--mostly because that kid had taken an immediate, obnoxious liking toward his daughter. And it had only gotten worse over time.

"No, seriously. Did you know that they were flying together?" Bucky pressed, backing you up against the couch with his hands caging you in. You tried to shuffle away, but he pushed his thigh between your legs.

"Hey," you squeaked, giggling and squirming, a little sensitive from earlier.

You tried to push him away, chuckling, but he didn't budge. Of course, he didn't. Instead, he flexed his muscles just right, making you moan.

"Tell me," he demanded. You found his pouty, murderous expression endearing.

Honestly, you knew exactly what you were doing. You'd only found out last night that Olivia and Ethan were flying home together. Smart girl that she was, Olivia hadn't breathed a word to her dad either, probably because it was common knowledge in your house that Bucky had a short fuse where Ethan Stark was concerned.

You hadn't meant to hide it.

Maybe you did.

You just figured it wasn't worth mentioning since Ethan already had a ride home from the airport, and you knew Bucky would go no matter what to pick Olivia. So, you decided not to poke the bear, if not required. But then Pepper called, asking for a favor, and honestly, you could never say no to her.

You sighed, winding your arms around his neck. Bucky leaned into you without the slightest resistance, his scorching blue eyes fanning the embers, sparking that wicked burn inside your core.

Fuck, he looked delectable. You'd gotten ridiculously lucky. The silver in his beard, the faint crinkles at the corners of his eyes, and those soft pink lips--all of it made you giddy. And he was all yours.

You pushed up onto your toes, one hand sliding to cup his jaw, your thumb dragging lightly over the coarse scruff. Bucky's breath came slower, as he relaxed into your touch, his jaw unclenching under your touch as he melted closer, letting you pull him exactly where you wanted.

"Bucky," you said sweetly, gently, pecking his lips and scratching lightly at the nape of his neck.

He groaned against your lips, moving to take more, but you slightly inched away, "They've been friends forever. They go to the same school."

"Yeah, still haven't gotten over that shit," Bucky grumbled, recalling the day Olivia got an admit to MIT, where Ethan Stark was pursuing his PhD.

"Ethan's a good kid. Besides, he really cares about her," You added before you could stop yourself.

And boy, you really should have shut up after 'good kid.'

Bucky looked absolutely repulsed, like you'd suggested he walk Olivia down the aisle--something you weren't supposed to talk about, let alone think, according to him. That was his rule. To him, Olivia was still his little baby, and he didn't have to worry about that just yet.

"Exactly. That's the fucking problem. He cares too much," Bucky growled, looking like he was about to punch something.

Ugh! You banged your head against his chest, frustrated.

This was going to be a long summer.

You wished Steve or Sam were here instead of on a mission. They would've picked up the kids from the airport without throwing a fit, unlike your husband.

"I'm NOT getting into this discussion. AGAIN. I need to get to the lab, or Tony's gonna roast me," you warned, wiggling out of his grip, and he reluctantly let you.

"Pepper asked. Please, Buck?" you requested again, rushing toward the door. When you heard nothing, you glanced back to see him sulking on the couch, arms crossed, frown still intact. He looked way too adorable for your own good.

Groaning, you marched back to him and dropped yourself into his lap. His hands automatically wound around you, helping you straddle his lap and tugging you closer, still refusing to look at you.

Stubborn little shit.

You ran your thumb over the crease between his brows.

"Bucky, please?"

"No."

"Bucky."

"No."

"I'll do anything," you tried, wiggling your brows.

"Don't bribe me with your body. It's mine." Bucky exclaimed, squeezing your tit in retaliation. He was not wrong. That kind of deal never worked on your husband.

"Bucky," you tried again, exasperated.

"Fine, anything?" He asked, eyes narrowed at you.

You nodded earnestly.

"Call Pepper and tell her I can't pick up her son." He scoffed.

When you sat there with your game face, silently throwing daggers and not ready to budge, he finally gave in.

"Fine," he conceded, rolling his eyes at you before pulling you in for a kiss.

****

Cramped into the narrow economy seat on a completely packed flight, Olivia Barnes was a nervous wreck. She hadn't planned to be anxious she was super excited to finally see you and her dad, but then her phone buzzed just as they were taxiing for takeoff.

Livi, Dad's gonna pick you and Ethan up. Love you. Can't wait to see you. Safe travels to you both.

Her stomach dropped.

Uh-oh.

Normally, that kind of text wouldn't bother her that much.

Except things were different now.

Very different.

Olivia knew her dad wasn't exactly a fan of Ethan--or any of her guy friends, for that matter. Bucky had a way of scaring most of her guy friends without even trying, but Ethan was different. He didn't scare easily. Olivia actually kind of enjoyed the back-and-forth between the two of them. But now, things were different. Now, she wanted Ethan to be in her dad's good books. Scratch that--his best books.

The tall, annoyingly handsome man sitting next to her, currently wrestling to fit his long legs into a comfortable position, was no longer just her best friend. He was her boyfriend. And no one knew. Well, except for Morgan and most surely aunt Nat.

Trying to steady her racing heart, Olivia leaned toward Ethan and hissed under her breath, "Why didn't you just sit in first class when they offered?"

Right before boarding, an airline associate had bumped Ethan's seat to first class--the perks of being Ethan Stark, son of the legendary Tony Stark.

A girl had recognized him despite his pathetic disguise of a baseball cap and dark glasses. "How's the ruse working, Superman?" Olivia had teased when the associate beamed at him, whispering about the upgrade. Ethan had flat-out denied it and stubbornly refused, choosing to stay right next to Olivia.

"In your dreams," he said now, flashing a grin that made her stomach flip warmly. "I'm sitting right next to you. Deal with it."

To make his point clear, Ethan moved one of his legs between hers, lifting her leg onto his and resting his hand on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Olivia rolled her eyes and shoved her phone toward him, showing him your text.

Ethan read it.

Blinked.

Blinked.

Blinked some more.

Then chuckled low and rough in his chest.

"Fuck me," he muttered, wide-eyed, looking at her.

"Ethan," Olivia snapped quietly, swatting his hand away from her thigh. "You need to be on your absolute best behavior. I mean it. Do not, I repeat, do not irk him."

"I never do," Ethan scoffed, leaning back in his seat. He pulled her hand into his, interlacing his fingers with hers. "He just hates me because I love you."

Olivia groaned, helplessly.

"Are you listening?" she grumbled weakly. "Until we break it to your mom and dad, and my mom, and Uncle Stevie and Sammy, we are playing it cool."

"And, will you stay as far away from as humanly possible, please?" she added.

Ethan smacked his lips in annoyance, squinting at her.

"Yeah, that? Can't do that," he said stubbornly, inching closer, and quickly pecked her lips.

"Ethan," she glared at him, "I'm fucking serious."

"So am I," he said simply.

"I can't!" He shrugged. "How am I supposed to hold back when you keep looking at me like that?"

"I'm glaring at you," Olivia said flatly.

"And you're hot," Ethan said, sniggering as he shamelessly snuggled his head onto her shoulder.

"Guess you'll have to try real hard then," she muttered, trying not to laugh. He was warm, smelled so good, and his floofy hair tickled her neck.

"Fine," he sighed dramatically, sitting up with a little pout. But not before stealing a quick kiss on her shoulder, making her stomach tingle.

"Fuck you, Ethan," she said, picking up the magazine from the flap in front of her, trying to distract herself.

"I'm game," he whispered warmly against her ear, winking at her.

Feeling her entire face heat up, she beat him with the magazine. He simply laughed.

"Alright. Distance. Noted," he chuckled, but made himself comfortable again, resting his head on the curve of her shoulder. He slept there for the next hour.

Not that she minded.

~

By the time the plane landed in LaGuardia, Olivia was more anxious.

Bucky's text was already waiting when they turned their phones back on.

Shared my location. See ya in a bit. Love you, sweetheart.

Olivia's palms were sweating.

They had to be friendly... but not too friendly.

Close enough to not look suspicious. Distant enough to protect Ethan from her dad's wrath.

To her absolute horror, Ethan snuck in a kiss at the baggage claim. "Don't know when I'll see you alone again," he said dramatically. As Olivia reached for her suitcase, he snagged her wrist, pulling her into him for a kiss.

Olivia jerked back so fast that she nearly toppled the luggage cart.

"Are you out of your mind?!" she whisper-yelled, throwing a frantic look around.

Ethan snorted, "Relax, my Livi. Your dad's there," he said smugly, showing her phone where Bucky's location was blinking.

She gave him a dirty glare and marched ahead, clutching her backpack tightly.

And that's exactly how Bucky found them a few minutes later--Olivia marching stiffly forward, searching for him, with Ethan trailing behind her, grinning.

His gaze narrowed the second he spotted them.

What started as a survival skill, observation became instinctual for Bucky Barnes. And he was hyper-focused when you or his daughter were in the picture.

So, he didn't miss the way Olivia's ears turned pink when she saw him.

He didn't miss the way Ethan instinctively shifted a little closer to her before catching himself and awkwardly veering right.

When Olivia rushed to hug him happily, he didn't miss the smell of Ethan Stark's perfume on his daughter.

He didn't miss a damn thing.

~

Bucky barely said a word to Ethan after the initial greeting.

"Ethan," Bucky acknowledged with a curt nod.

"Sir," Ethan replied with a grin.

Olivia climbed into the passenger seat, nervous, while Ethan tossed both of their bags into the trunk before sliding into the back seat. He positioned himself right behind her seat.

Bucky glanced at them both, his eyes flickering between Olivia's stiff posture and Ethan's relaxed form.

"Good flight?" he asked casually.

"Great!" Olivia blurted out, flashing a smile.

"Terrible," Ethan chimed in simultaneously, leaning back with a dramatic sigh.

Olivia shot him a look through the side mirror.

Bucky's eyebrows lifted slightly, his gaze shifting to the mirror where he caught Ethan's reflection.

"Terrible?" he echoed, starting the car.

Ethan shrugged. "Well, you know… long legs and economy seats."

"Thought you'd travel first-class," Bucky pointed out, pulling out onto the next lane.

Olivia stiffened.

"Dad," Olivia chided. This passive aggression was nothing new, but that remark wasn't cool.

Ethan chuckled, "Yeah, well… first class is a bit expensive, sir. I'm saving money."

Apart from a million other things, this was what Olivia loved the most about him. Ethan Stark was a self-made man, just like her. She noticed the slight twitch at the corner of her dad's lips, a nearly imperceptible sign of approval at Ethan's answer.

That was a damn miracle right there.

Great job, Ethan! She thought...too soon, though.

"Though they did bump me into first class, I couldn't leave Livi alone back there," Ethan added.

Fucking menace was what he was! Ugh! Dickhead!

Olivia nearly facepalmed.

Bucky's eyes flicked toward her, then back to the road. "Didn't realize you two couldn't survive a couple of hours apart," he bit out.

The tension in the car thickened instantly.

Olivia forced a laugh that sounded more like a choking. "Dad…"

"Kidding," Bucky hummed, his tone unreadable.

He was so not kidding, alright!

For a few agonizing moments, there was nothing but silence. Olivia stared determinedly out the window, holding back the urge to scream at the man she loved--and at the same time, wanting to kick him out of the car so she could breathe and catch up with her dad normally.

God, he was annoying. She specifically told him not to irk her dad, but nope. What was he even thinking?

Meanwhile, Ethan seemed entirely too comfortable lounging in the back seat, utterly unbothered by the tension filling in the tiny space.

Quite dreadful, really. And the summer had barely even started.

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[gremlin-girly]

Can I request for your 20s questions challenge

Steve Rogers + "What are we going to tell the others?" + Arrange marriage

Thank you 🥰❤️

A/N: Thank you so much for this ask 🥺 it actually reminded me of a wip I had ages ago and so I've finally put it together. Sorry it took so long! Enjoy ❤️

Arranged

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Trope: Arranged marriage

Quote: "what are we going to tell the others?"

Not beta'd. All my work is 18+ and I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through AI.

Tags/warnings: FLUFF, Royal/Bridgeton-esque AU, arranged marriage,

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Steven Grant Rogers, crown prince of Angeion, never had much luck with women. It wasn't for lack of trying on his part but, when stood next to his knight Bucky, Steven couldn't catch a maiden's glance even if he was king.

He'd courted, of course, that was expected when he became old enough. However, the only women he seemed to court either had more interest in Bucky (giggling and paying no attention to Steve, trying to catch Bucky's eye) or were quite clearly interested in the status and wealth that came with being a potential future queen.

After numerous failed courtships (that were beginning to gain negative attention), Steve's mother, the Queen Regent, had announced that she would make a match on Steve's behalf.

"Mother," Steve pleaded in a hushed voice as they walked through the gardens. "I can pick my own wife. I've just not found the right one."

"Good thing I have found her for you," Queen Sarah chuckles and pats her son's arm lovingly. "I'm sorry Steven but there are sacrifices we must make. You'll understand when you're king."

Steve puffs his cheeks in a pout and narrows his eyes, half playful - half annoyed. "Whatever happened to true love?"

The Queen snorts. "Whatever happened to it indeed."

"Bucky suggested that I go with him on a training trip." Steve says, quickly changing the topic. "A year or two to study the art of war, fighting and whatever else that princes study. A king must know how to win a war."

The Queen narrows her eyes at her son skeptically, taking in his thin body as he disguises a cough in his hand. With a withering sigh she concedes, before shooting a glare to Bucky who walks a few feet behind them. Bucky grins and waves, making Sarah roll her eyes.

"Very well." She nods. "But only a year, Steven. Then you need to marry."

It turns out that a year is not very long.

When Steve returned to his home many, especially the ladies, we're surprised to find that scrawny Steve Rogers had transformed into one of the most handsome suitors in the country. He'd had a growth spurt and was now a good few inches taller, chest and shoulders broader, and his hair had been styled perfectly (despite him urging that he hadn't touched it).

Rumours spread that Steve had gone away to make a deal with a devil or pay for a potion; not that it mattered to the ladies of the court. A single, handsome prince was in the market for a wife and, even though a year ago no woman would look at him twice, Steve now had a presence of confidence that he hadn't exuded before. This meant, rather irritatingly for Bucky, Steve was gaped, gawped and gawked at everywhere he went more than before and was often surrounded by women.

Today was no different and as Steve spotted a gaggle of ladies coming to follow him like a mother duck he took off down a side street, leaving Bucky to be almost trapped by the squad of women with their shoes clicking against the cobblestones.

Steve took a sharp right, pleasantly smug that he was faster than before, and came to a dead end. He could hear the ladies calling for him and in a blind panic, scrambled up the wall in front of him, half throwing himself over the edge and onto the hard lawn six feet below with a thud.

It wasn't everyday that a prince fell into your garden.

You pause to watch him roll upright, your paint brush dripping small explosions of pink water colour against your gown. He jumps to his feet, head whipping back and forth like a frightened cat. The whoops and squeals of ladies died to questioning huh? 's over the other side of the wall and you see the prince's stiff shoulders relax slightly.

When he turns, brushing some leaves and petals that had stuck to him from his clothes, he spots you. You go to open your mouth but he frantically waves at you, pressing his finger to his lips as he approaches.

"Please don't scream." He pleads quietly, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm trying to escape them."

You glance at the wall with a smirk, hearing one of the ladies take charge and urging the others to split up and look for one Prince Steven. You look back to your stranger, his blue eyes bright and begging for your mercy, as you smile softly and shuffle up in your seat to make a space for him.

"I only have one cup of cold tea." You tell him, leaning forward to add a gently stroke to your painting. "And so long as your quiet, I wouldn't mind your company."

Steven nods and slips in beside you, keeping a gentlemanly distance between you. He sighs in relief when there's a flurry of footsteps away from the wall, and focuses his attention to your painting.

Hues of pink, purple and green are scattered in bursts of colour across the canvas, the image of a bright hydrangea bush becomes clear.

"It's beautiful." Steve says enthusiastically as you're mid-brush. "Did you paint this yourself?"

You stop and look at him with a raised brow and Steve feels himself flush with embarassment at his own stupidity. If it weren't for the fact that you were painting on the canvas, the other clues such as your paint-stained fingers and the smudges of green on your cheek should have been a dead giveaway.

But instead of ignoring his stupidity, you snort at him and continue painting.

"Perhaps there's a ghost in the garden, Prince Rogers." You tease gently, dipping your brush into the murky water of a mason jar besides your paint. "Possessing me to paint on this spectacularly convient canvas I've only just noticed."

"You know me?" Steve asks, before internally cursing his own stupidity again. Of course you knew who he was. He was the prince of the country.

"I know your name." You say, mixing your brush in two shades of green and stamping them to the canvas. Steve watches as you create leaves with such ease, mesmerised by your talent. "I do not know you. Not anymore."

Steve ponders your words for a moment, his heart stirring in his chest. "Not anymore?"

You sigh through your nose and look over to him, dropping your hands into your lap. "I remember you before this." You gesture vaguely to his form. "The sweet young man who drew so beautifully."

Steve blinked. No one had ever really paid attention to who he was before. Or so he thought.

"Right." Steve clicks his tongue thoughtfully. "Well, I'm different now. I'm-"

Steve is to attempt to think of a better descriptor of whom he had become, even though he felt like he hadn't changed at all, before you cut him off.

"Oh? That's a shame."

Then you go back to your paints.

Steve blinks, dumbfounded. He'd grown taller, had more muscle, he could grow a beard now and now that all the ladies swooned over him like they had for Bucky, he found himself drawn to the only one that seemed indifferent to his new look.

"I'm not that different." Steve argues half-heartedly. "I mean, I look different and I've been away learning and training. But I'm still-"

He catches you trying not to smile as you paint and his heart leaps excitedly.

"I'm still me." He finishes a little more confidently, sitting a little straighter.

"I'm pleased to hear it." Your voice is soft, pleasant, and Steve can hear the sincerity of your words in your tone.

Your eyes flicker to his and Steve's head swims, his breath catching as he tries in vain to come up with something smart to say. Something witty to make you laugh.

"So," he begins awkwardly. "Painting."

"Painting." You repeat back to him with a grin, deepening the colour of your hydrangea petals. "What about it, my prince?"

Steve blushes. "Do you paint only flowers?"

"Flowers mostly. I'm not very good at portraits." You say, cleaning your brush.

"And only watercolours?" Steve presses, enthused. "I could never get the water and paint ratio quite right."

"I prefer watercolour." You admit setting your brush on the easel and wiping your hands in a colourfully stained rag. "I would be happy to show you some time - if you show me your drawings."

"Sounds like a fair trade, my lady."

You try not to shiver as a wave of excitement rolls over you but as you turn to face Steve, he snorts.

Your brows furrow for a second before embarrassment heats your cheeks as you realise with a sinking feeling, that you've rubbed paint on your face.

"May I?" Steve asks, dipping his pristine white cuff into your dirty paint water and holding it up to you in offering. You nod shyly, allowing the prince to wipe away your paint.

His touch is gentle but it's gone too soon. You realise you've had your eyes closed throughout the sweet gesture and when you open them you find Steve's eyes looking directly back at you.

"I have an appointment to keep." You squeak out, jumping to your feet and almost knocking over your easel. Steve follows suit.

"Let me escort you back."

As you walk together, you're oddly close. Steve apologises profusely about landing in your garden and you point out all of the flowers ypu have already painted. Conversation flows easily, and is pleasant, the air is light with polite excitement that you know you aren't the only one feeling. By the time you reach the reception room (your head maid giving you an odd look at the random apparition of the Prince), you're already nostalgic about your conversations.

Steve stops mid-reach for the door handle to the foyer and turns to you. "Can I be forward?"

"If falling into my garden wasn't forward enough, then by all means your highness." You smirk at him, and Steve almost crumbles at the sight.

"I've never... You are..." He takes a breath and steels his nerves. "I would like to court you. Officially. I've never met anyone quite like you before."

"Aren't you engaged?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. Steve can't quite place your tone, but it's somewhere between curious and amused. "What are we going to tell the others?"

"That it is the will of the future king that I want to get to know you and not some random woman who my mother picked for me." Steve huffs. "That is, if you would like that to be my will?"

Even though you don't answer immediately, there is an unmistakable glimmer in your eyes that tells Steve your answer.

"I think I would, your highness." You bow your head slightly

"Just Steve." He insists. "Call me Steve."

The door suddenly swings inwards, almost knocking Steve in the back of the head and he tumbles forwards managing (just barely) to catch himself before barrelling into you.

"Steven?" Queen Sarah gasps as she enters the room. Servants trail behind her; your lady-in-waiting looking particularly rattled by the Queen's sudden appearance and mouthing a "Sorry ma'am" to you.

"Mother?"

"Your majesty." You curtsey low and bow your head, but when you rise you're smiling at the Queen. "I hope I didn't keep you too long. Steven walked the garden with me after falling into it."

Steve looks between you and his mother incredulously. "Why didn't you say you were meeting my mother?"

"Would you have stayed for as long as you did?" You counter and Steve's cheeks grow pink.

"I trust my son behaved himself?" The Queen asks, ignoring her son.

"Of course, your majesty. He was a gentleman." You nod approvingly. "Just as you said."

"I'm glad that spending all that time with Bucky didn't rub off on him." The Queen replies, narrowing her eyes at Steve, who smiles sheepishly. "I do suppose that makes me the first to congratulate you on your engagement?"

"I - wait - mother. I need to speak with you. About my engagement." Steve's spine almost turns to jelly under his mother's glare but he swallows his nerves and clammers on. "I cannot marry whomever you've picked. I'm sure she's lovely but I would like to court Lady Y/L/N."

The Queen looks at her son, blinking in bewilderment, before looking at you and then to him again. "What?"

"I would like-"

"No." The Queen holds up her hand to silence Steve and he catches you stifling a laugh out of the corner of his eye. "By all means court her all you want - she is your fiancée."

Now Steve blinks at you with bewilderment, mimicking his mother's expression to a T. Slowly, his lips begin to twitch upwards and his excitable gleam returns to his azure eyes.

"Now, why didn't you tell me that?"

"I didn't think it was in your best interest, your highness." You say simply, looking a little too smug about the situation. "You had just launched yourself over my garden wall to escape many ladies vying for your attention. I doubted the last thing you needed was another claiming to be your fiancée."

Steve scratches the back of his head a little sheepishly. "Yes. I may have found that to be a bit much."

Steve grins over at you, beaming brightly and you try to keep you're lady-like composure but there's a heat creeping up your neck that you can't stop and have to glance away, biting back an equally excitable grin.

The Queen looks between you both with a pleased smile, waving her hands dismissively and turning on her heel followed closesly by her ladies-in-waiting. "I suppose my job here is done. Enjoy your afternoon."

Steve bows his head at his mother's back respectfully before offering his hand out to you. "I believe you have some tea that's getting cold."

You place your hand into his and smile at him. "At least I can offer you a cup this time."

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folks,,,, i can not possibly write every single thing that has ever happened to these fools in the comics, in LoF. that would be decades worth of content and decades worth of a headache that i'm not bothering with. i don't even know what all is canon to LoF, just things that aren't canon because it would hurt my brain (or my heart) to include it. like i do try to keep it coherent but i don't know everything. if you want to include specific arcs then please write your own fic. love you and hope you succeed, but LoF is already a monster of a work and i can't even imagine trying to keep all of that together