#steve and his mcnuggets

[tennant-the-tigger]

The big brother she deserves

My Stranger Things Art | Steve’s Mcnuggets |

[steddieasitgoes]

Steve’s parents leaving him home alone more and more after the Fall of 1983. Half the time they don’t even tell him in advance, he just finds out from a note left on the kitchen counter and $10 to cover pizza.

Steve waking from a nightmare, friendless, alone (let’s pretend he and Nancy didn’t get back together), and hungry. The fridge is empty and Bradley’s Big Buy is closed for the night. He tries to go back to sleep but his stomach won’t relent so he reluctantly gets dressed and drives 15 minutes to the 24 hour McDonalds in the next town over.

The same McDonalds where Eddie works the drive thru headset at on the weekends. He’s not exactly fond of the job and finds dozens of ways to make it more entertaining — like coming up with terrible nicknames for the company.

Steve is taken aback the first time the static drive thru speaker welcomes him to “McCrap-lds.”

It makes him smile for the first time in weeks.

Neither Steve nor Eddie recognize each others voices as they banter back and forth. Steve ask for recommendations, Eddie makes fun of him but gives in.

When Steve pulls up to the window he expects to meet the funny drive thru employee but he’s greeted with a tired middle-aged women instead. Apparently Eddie lost window privileges after an incident. Steve doesn’t ask questions.

When he wakes up from another nightmare a week later, he returns to the McDonalds and engages Eddie in more easy banter before ordering his food.

It becomes a habit — one he keeps up for the entirety of the summer of 1984.

Steve and Eddie never meet face to face but that doesn’t stop them from venting, joking, and sharing their McDonalds recommendations through a shitty drive thru speaker.

Then on the first day of senior year, Steve is in line for the terrible cafeteria food (it makes McDonalds look like a Michelin Star meal) desperately craving chicken McNuggets and sweet and sour sauce when he hears a familiar voice. He turns quickly, eager to finally learn who the mystery guy responsible for making him laugh at 3am in a McDonalds parking lot is only to find Eddie “the Freak” Munson waltzing across lunch table going on and on about how conformity is killing kids.

Steve’s in shock. How could the sincere and hilarious guy he’s been shooting the shit with all summer be The Freak?! But then Eddie’s foot catches on a lunch tray and he topples ass first to the floor. When he pops up he takes a dramatic bow and makes a joke — one that sends Steve into uncontrollable laughter.

Yep, Eddie “the Freak” Munson is McDonalds guy.

And Steve knows exactly what he has to do.

He figures out where Eddie’s locker is and then excuses himself two minutes before the dismissal bell so he can get himself into position. When Eddie saunters over to his locker at the end of the day, Steve is waiting for him.

“Think it’s time I cash in on that free sundae you promised me a few weeks ago.”

Eddie stares at Steve dumbfounded for a moment, mind reeling as he process what Steve is getting at.

“You, Steve “the hair” Harrington are the McDonalds guy? My McDonalds guy?”

“Well I’m certainly the McDonalds guy,” Steve says taking a step closer. “Buy me that free sundae first and then we can discuss me being your McDonalds guy.”

[crazycookiecrumbles]

Meatball Hero

Masterlist

A/N: Second to last chapter! This will conclude the main story and the final chapter will be an epilogue, I think

Pairings/Characters: Frank Castle x Reader, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Steve Rogers

Warnings: violence, gore, wrist cutting, beatings, tony’s annoying mouth, peter and steven being big ass dorks

Summary: Can Frank fight his own nature and instinct to kill when it comes to you, or is the whole world doomed?

Previous Chapter: McNuggets

WC: ~6k

You and Tony struggled, but you made it. You both felt like shit, but you were in a rush, and you needed to make sure you got there before Marc did, because you knew he didn’t have any issue with not sparing Frank for the greater good. 

When the two of you arrived at the museum, you parked the car and sat there for a moment just looking around. Everything seemed so peaceful. There were kids and their families walking around without a care in the world, tourists taking pictures of all the sights, and then there was Tony, sitting in the back, pouting like a child.

“I should’ve put up another suit in space closer to this hemisphere,” Tony mumbled. “Can’t believe I let you talk me out of it.”

“I’m the one that told you to do exactly that, and you called me a square and not to worry so much,” you turned to glare at your father who blinked twice before shrugging.

“Okay. No need to brag about your great ideas,” Tony scoffed as he leaned forward from the backseat and rested his chin on your shoulder. “You should call one of them, see how close they are. We need to make a timeline, and knowing Peter, he’s probably been on Instagram this entire time, so, tracking won’t matter.”

“…God damn it,” you muttered and took out your phone. With a quick press of a few buttons, you held the phone up and put it on speaker.

“Hey, Y/N!” Peter’s excited voice came through. “Are you okay?”

“We’re fine,” you said, listening to the background noise that was indescribable to you. “What am I hearing?”

“Oh, that ‘whooshing’ thing? Frank kind of drives like a maniac,” Peter explained.  “I’ve never been in a car going this fast before. I almost threw up! Also, I’ve never stolen a car before. Hey, listen, I know it’s super wrong and a bad thing to do….but I kind of feel awesome.”

“Jesus Christ, the kid’s gonna add auto theft to his resume. Well, at least it’s before he’s 18,” Tony sighed.

“Right,” you cleared your throat. “So you’re with Frank, you two are okay?”

“Yeah, we’re okay. We should be there soon, in, like, an hour, maybe. Will the museum be open?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t really matter. We can always — “

“Another crime! Sick. It’ll be my last crime. I kind of hope we break into the museum so I can add that to my list and then never do this again so — “

“Sweetie, can you put Frank on the phone, please?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

Tony watched as you thanked Peter and took the call off speaker. When you brought the phone to your ear, Tony scoffed that you were depriving him of novella-worthy drama. You rolled your eyes and told him to shut up as you turned away from him and waited to hear Frank’s voice.

Meanwhile, Frank took the phone from Peter and exhaled quickly before holding it up to his ear and keeping it there with his shoulder. He cleared his throat, sweat beads suddenly form across his brow as he waited to hear your voice, “Hey, Princess.”

You beamed, heat flooding your cheeks as you curled in on yourself and relished the sound of his voice, “Hey there, stranger. Long time no chat.”

“Yeah,” Frank grunted. “Look, I’m sorry —“

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, “If it weren’t for me —“

“If it weren’t for you, I’d be an emptier, unhappy man,” Frank said quietly, hating how Peter was sitting there pretending like he wasn’t hanging on his every word, but obviously was doing so given how he was closing the windows in the car to better be able to hear him. “Shit happens, Y/N. This? This is a pretty big pile of shit we’ve stepped in, but we’ll get out of it.”

You snorted at his descriptive choice of words and fiddled with the hem of your shirt, “Still, it’s my fault. And I know Peter must’ve told you by now what we had to do.”

“He did. And I Want you to do whatever it takes, you understand?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to get you out of this Frank, I promise.”

Franks sighed, “Princess, if you can’t —“

“I will.”

“You can’t let him take over. He’ll destroy everything, he’ll — “

“He’ll get what’s coming to him. But he won’t come out, okay? I’m going to make this right, and I’m going to be the one to protect you, got it?”

Frank snorted to himself, “Buys me pizza, protects me from gods, you’re a special kind of woman.”

“Damn right I am,” you replied. “Get here soon. Okay? Let’s end this. We’ll go on a date, my treat.”

“Nah, my treat, how about that?” Frank grinned. “I’ll see you soon. Here’s the kid. I lo—” he stopped himself when he realized what he was going to say. He couldn’t do that to you, no. It was far too much of a cliche. This wouldn’t be the first time he said that, it couldn’t be. Hell, he could barely believe he was actually even going to say that.

Him?

The last woman he said that to was gunned down at a carousel, and now he almost said it to you before facing a certain death.This was….this was awful. He shouldn’t do this, he couldn’t do it. That was unfair to say, because what if he didn’t make it? Hell, what if you didn’t even think about him in that way and he was just putting the pressure on you? It was stupid. It was so, so stupid. He couldn’t do that to you.

He didn’t.

Without saying another word, he handed Peter the phone.

Peter could feel the tension radiating off of Frank, and said nothing. Instead, he said he was back on the phone to grab your attention.

Meanwhile, you were wondering if you should’ve said something more to Frank, but you didn’t want to jinx what was to come. Then, when he stopped himself, you wondered if maybe you were moving too fast, and the speed was what made him stop. Maybe he felt pressured. Maybe you had feelings for him that weren’t exactly reciprocated yet.  Maybe you were just further along in your feelings of this relationship than him. Maybe it was better no one said anything at all. This wasn’t the time nor the place, you all had a mission.

“Peter, I’m going to need you to suit up and be ready,” you began. “I want you hiding like a creepy little spider with the vase until I say so. Okay?”

“Okay,” Peter nodded. “Do I tell —“

“No,” you shook your head. “We still need an element of surprise and you’re going to stay the cute little intern who is just along from the ride.”

Peter turned bright pink, “I’m not cute…I’m handsome.”

“That is the cutest thing you’ve ever said.”

“You’re embarrassing me,” he whined, which made you laugh at his anguish. “So…I’ll just text you?”

“Yeah. We’re going to go in first and try to find the entrance to get underground to that old temple, we’ll scout the place out. I’ll see you soon, Peter. Be safe!” You hung up and looked to your dad who was shaking his head.

“Should’ve said you loved him. You know, every drama movie or show would’ve had you say it.”

“Shut up.”

You and Tony prepared the best you could. You cleaned yourselves up, even though you were sure one or both of you had concussions. There was no suit of armor for backup, given that it was still in flight to that location and wasn’t going to be there just yet. Tony, without telling you, made a call for some extra help, but it likely wasn’t going to be there in time either. You still had your whip, he had his blaster, and you had a knife left behind in the hotel room by Frank, and the two of you were just going to have to deal with what you had the best you could. 

After a little while, the two of you entered the museum. Tony immediately went straight to the gift shop to see if there was anything he could buy for Pepper. He was humming to himself and going through a selection on the countertop when you walked over and elbowed him in the gut. He hissed that he was being perfectly normal and casual while you were being an ‘annoying try-hard.’ A smack to the back of his head reminded him that you were being a ‘try-hard’ for a very specific reason.

As the two of you strolled through the museum and looked around, you noticed a heavy metal door that when you walked by it, you could feel a strong gust of wind blowing underneath the crack in the door. You nodded to Tony who studied the door quickly and seemed to nod in agreement with you that that could be a potential opening.

“You know what would be funny?” Tony leaned against the wall casually while you began to text Peter, “If everyone in here was actually a cult member and not just an employee. How hilarious would that be?”

“Given how fucked up we both are from that crash? Not very, dad,” you muttered.

Tony hummed, “That’s a pity, because I think you could use a laugh right now.”

“I just don’t see how that’s funny at a time like this,” you put your phone away and looked up to see what Tony had mentioned was actually coming true. The employees of the museum, which now, suddenly, seemed very empty, were walking towards the two of you and cornering you.

“I hate you,” you sighed. “I really, really hate you.”

“Eh, relax. We can take them,” Tony replied.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Frank didn’t park by the museum. He ditched the car a quarter of a mile away. Peter and him walked side by side, Frank’s head on a swivel as he watched every single person to make sure they weren’t trying to attack him or Peter. Meanwhile, Peter was completely calm and casual as he walked alongside him and simply relied on his spidey senses.

As they approached, Frank took Peter behind a tree behind the museum and dropped his duffel bag on the ground. Frank took off the jacket he had been wearing, dropped it on the bag, and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows as he pulled out his bulletproof vest and studied it for a moment.

“I can’t believe she let you take that,” Peter remarked.

“Well,” Frank cleared his throat. “She doesn’t have to know. Here, you wear it.”

“What? I can’t! You need it. I — “

“Kid,” Frank looked around before settling a hand on his shoulder. “That museum right there? Trap.”

“How do you know?”

“It said it was closed, but it’s business hours, and I bet if you call Y/N she won’t answer. Plus, they’ve got guys on the windows and security is keeping people off the steps.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Frank nodded. “You stay out here and keep that vase and your ass safe, got it? When it’s safe, when it’s cleared out, we’ll tell you to come in. Okay?”

Wow, this was even easier than he thought. Peter nodded enthusiastically and looked behind Frank before looking back at him, “You’re not going to kill anyone, right?”

Frank groaned, “No. Even though it’d be easier.”

“So, like, do you even know how to sneak then?”

“You’re a real smart ass kid, you know that? You sound just like Y/N.”

Peter shrugged, “I think she copies me because I’m pretty cool.”

Frank blinked, “Yup. Sure.”

“Wow.”

He shook his head and nodded, “Okay. You be safe. If anything happens to you, I’m fucked. You can throw a punch, right?”

“I knocked out that guy in the bathroom!”

“Just let me see. Do you know what to do if someone’s got a knife to you?”

“I’m fine—“

Frank wanted to prove that Peter wasn’t fine and that he should listen to him and take a moment to practice. Peter surprised Frank when the man pretended like he was going to stab him in the gut. Peter slapped Frank’s hand down, deflected his other hand, and shoved Frank back with just a little bit of his strength, surprising the man who looked at him in shock.

“I uh, learned a few things,” Peter argued. “School, they had an instructor come in once during gym class. Some kid had gotten mugged. Right outside the school! It was crazy. I don’t remember what it was. Could’ve been money. That makes sense. Honestly, it could’ve been his shoes, shoes are important — “

“Okay, okay, I got it,” Frank said, interrupting Peter’s horrible attempt at a lie. “Just stay here, stay low, and keep quiet, okay?”

Peter nodded, “Okay. And, Frank, be careful, please. Y/N would be really disappointed if something happens to you, and me too! I don’t know about Mr. Stark. He’s hard to read. I bet he’d care.”

Frank snickered, “Thanks, kid. Keep an eye on your phone.”

When Frank went to enter into the museum, Peter quickly made sure no one was around and changed into his suit. He too had a plan: sneak into the museum undetected, and hide until the time was right, except that he didn’t need to rely on his phone to know when. He himself had the perfect plan in mind.

Frank was very careful not to kill anyone was he entered the museum. He realized he had to pull his punches and hold back on his own strength just to knock people out, because this thing inside of him was making him stronger, turning him into the perfect killing machine. 

He found the heavy door you had spotted earlier, but it was wide open. It was a dead giveaway that this was a trap. They were waiting for him. They knew he was coming, and because you were nowhere in sight, Frank knew that you were in danger.

He followed the spiral staircase down, finding himself in a cavernous area lit by torches along the walls every couple of feet. He was quiet as he navigated the underground. He realized he was approaching what had to have been the fallen temple remains when he saw broken marble pillars and heaps of stone the closer he got. He was amazed when he entered a clearing and saw a temple in much better condition that he had imagined. The roof was mostly gone and on an angle, one pillar had a massive crack down the middle while the others were missing chunks of them or gone completely, but the building itself was in tact. Frank steeled himself and marched towards it, intent on finding you and maiming whoever had you.

The inside was lit with torches. The floor was dark, dirty, littered with animal carcasses and bones he couldn’t identify. The place stunk of death, and the walkway down to the altar was lined with people hiding under red cloaks, chanting quietly, standing there and waiting for him.

At the end of the aisle at the altar were two people on their knees. Tony was on one side, badly beaten, hands tied behind his back and two people holding him down by his shoulders. Beside him was you, just as hurt with your hands tied behind your back as well. You looked ashamed, upset with yourself for not having seen a trap like this a mile away like you figured Frank must have.

“Let ‘em go,” Frank grunted. “Let ‘em go and you can have me.”

Your head shot up, “No! Are you insane? No, Frank!”

“Ignore her,” Frank said as he walked closer to them. He stopped when a knife was held to your throat, and now Tony was shouting and struggling. “Just ignore her. I’m the vessel, you hear me? I’m the vessel! Let her go and you got me.”

“I would like to do that,” the man holding a knife to your throat said as he lowered his cloak. “But I, as Idean, loyal follower of Ares, understand, you, Mr. Castle, do not play well with others. I cannot simply take your word as promise to us as a vessel.”

Frank looked desperate, and you couldn’t remember seeing that look in his eyes before, not even when you were hurt at that warehouse that led to this entire situation. His eyes were big, his hands were up like he was pleading, and he was struggling with taking steps forward or rushing backwards to prove he wouldn’t attack them and make them hurt you.

“Please, I am begging. I am begging you, not to hurt her,” Frank began.

Idean looked to Frank and sighed, “I just can’t trust you.”

You felt the knife press into your skin and the sting made you wince. You quickly realized what was happening as the blade started to drag from one side of your neck. You were frozen in pain as you realized you were going to bleed out in front of Frank, who was going to lose his mind and kill everyone in the building before moving on to the world.

The blade stopped suddenly, and Idean collapsed to the ground. You looked down to see a small, tiny throwing knife embedded in his eye as he hit the ground. The knife in his hand fell to the floor, and you could feel blood slowly dripping from the side of your neck. You looked ahead quickly and saw Frank was standing perfectly still. Soon he was huffing and puffing, and when he looked at you, his eyes were glowing bright red.

Frank smirked as he stood taller. Finding his shirt confining, he ripped his shirt starting at the collar. It tore down his chest and he ripped off the rest of it, leaving him to stand there in his utility pants and boots and pound on his chest twice, “My loyal followers,” he began, in a voice you couldn’t recognize, “It’s time. Kneel before your conqueror, for I have returned.”

“You’re okay, you’re okay, good,” Tony breathed as he studied you. “He just missed the artery.”

“Yeah, and Frank didn’t miss,” you snapped. “Dad —“

“I know,” Tony nodded. “Underoos!”

Nothing happened. Instead, Frank whipped around and stared at Tony curiously. Tony laughed nervously and looked around for a certain someone ,but couldn’t find him.

“Where the fuck is he?”

“Sorry, sorry!” You heard Peter’s voice shout as he suddenly ran into the temple, the vase on his back. “I bumped into someone, but before that my fly got caught on my — never mind, you guys don’t need to know that part.”

You sighed to your father, “You brought him here, ya know.”

Frank whipped around to see Spider-Man, which meant absolutely nothing to him at the moment, but when he saw the vase his veins bulged in his body and he pointed at him, “Get my vase!”

“Shit,” you and Tony swore under your breaths.

Peter looked around quickly before jumping in the air and shooting his webs. He needed to be smart. He had to protect the vase, and himself, but he also needed to help you and Tony. Luckily for him, the person he bumped into also had a similar agenda.

Suddenly from behind you, you could hear the cultists that were watching you and Tony groaning. You tried to look behind you but winced and looked ahead instead. The rope behind your back suddenly fell and you were helped to your feet. When you turned around, you saw a man in all white once again. You thought back quickly to remember who was who, and you sighed in relief when you realized who the suit belonged to, “Steven!”

He nodded, two thumbs pointed at him, “Steven with a V! That’s me! Here to help, love. Franklin’s a little bonkers now, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, yeah, real wacky, Mary Poppins,” Tony snapped. “Spider-Man’s got the vase. We have to make sure he doesn’t break it, and we’ve gotta keep Frank from killing, well, all of us since he’s Ares.”

Steven nodded, “Okay. You two are, well, mangled. You stay here, I’ll deal with Franklin!”

Steven rushed down the steps and leapt into the air to kick Frank in the spine. The man didn’t budge. He turned around slowly, tilted his head to the side, and grabbed Steven by the throat before lifting him in  the air and slamming him down through the marble floor.

“Ouch,” Steven squeaked.

Tony quickly ripped part of his shirt and wrapped the cloth around your neck to stop the bleeding. You both went to your pile of belongings and grabbed what you had needed while they were all fighting, making sure to hide a knife up your sleeve. Peter was handling the cultists fairly easily, if not slowly to make sure the vase was okay. Tony used the little power left in his blaster to lend a hand, fighting through the pain he was in.

You turned your whip on its lowest setting and slowly stood up, holding onto a wall for support. Frank was wiping the floor with Steven who was trying very, very hard not to hurt him. Steven, having been thrown into another column, held his hand up and pointed a finger to the sky, “One sec, chap. Marc, you’re up, mate.”

Steven’s suit changed, which meant that Marc was now out to play. He went directly for Frank, leaping into the air and bringing a knee to Frank’s face. He ripped off his crescent darts and started slashing at Frank without care. The two were fighting and it was ugly. Frank took a hit that broke his nose, a stab to the gut several times with the darts, and he was still standing like nothing happened. Marc was going to kill Frank and force Ares out that way, and he was going to make sure he did it.

You couldn’t let him.

With your whip on its lowest setting, you grabbed Marc’s wrist as he swung at Frank and yanked him back. Frank used this to his advantage and delivered a devastating blow to Marc’s face that had his head snapping to the side. Another blow from Frank went to his knee, and you used this to yank Marc towards you again. When he was on his side and getting up, you stumbled over to him and held the knife threateningly to him.

“Don’t kill him. I can save him!”

Marc stared up at you, “You think you can stop me?”

“I’ll do what I must,” you replied.

Marc growled, “Then hurry the fuck up.”

You turned away from him and caught a glimpse of the scene. Frank threw Tony into a column, the man landing on the ground and barely able to move. Frank was going right for Peter, so you used your whip to grab Frank’s arm. Frank stopped walking and looked to his bicep. He laughed and yanked hard, which sent you flying towards him. Frank tossed your whip to the side and grabbed you around the throat to lift you clean off your feet.

“You could’ve been useful for breeding, pity,” Frank laughed in your face.

Your eyes widened, “Oh, no…do I have a breeding kink now?”

Ignoring you, Frank slammed you down into the ground. You yelped in pain and grabbed his forearm with one hand, one leg coming up to wrap around his arm as you tried to limit his movements, but it ended up doing nothing, “Frank, Frank, come on. It’s me! The annoying princess, right? Frank?”

There was a flash of those deep brown eyes, and you cried out realizing you had gotten through to him, “Frank!”

“Do it,” He growled, his body shaking violently as parts of him started to glow red and fight against Ares’ hold. “Do it!!! Now!”

“I love you,” you unsheathed the knife hidden up your sleeve and slashed Frank’s wrist. “Vase, now!”

“On it!” Peter swung in quickly and landed after a flip right beside you. He easily grabbed Frank’s shoulder and slammed him down into the ground,  missing how Frank stared at him in utter shock as he lay there bleeding. Peter took out the vase and quickly held it to Frank’s wrist to catch the blood. “It’s not enough—hey!” Peter dodged Frank’s other hand coming at him and quickly webbed it down. He saw Frank’s eyes were red again and he scoffed, “Behave, mister.”

“We need more blood,” you breathed as you looked at Frank’s arm before his entire body. He was losing a lot of blood already thanks to his fight with Marc, but he was still going. He was bleeding from every direction, his face was a mess, his body bruised and beaten. You didn’t want to do this, because now you really feared you couldn’t hold up your end of the promise of saving him.

“Cut down his wrist,” Peter said quietly. “The blood will flow more. I—I can web it after, seal it to stop the bleeding. We can do it. It’s okay,” Peter tried to be so supportive as he watched you squeeze Frank’s arm. “I—I’ll do it —“

“No,” you picked up the knife again. “Hold him down. I’ll do it.”

Peter webbed the rest of Frank’s body down, leaving his arm free for you. Frank was fighting against you, so Peter easily pinned his arm down while you sliced down Frank’s wrist and forearm. Around you, Marc and Tony were finishing up with the cultists, all the while you were bleeding Frank dry.

The color drained from Frank’s face, and slowly from the rest of his body. As you watched the blood fill the vase, you noticed how the vase began to glow red from the base of it all the way to the top. When Frank’s bleeding slowed, the vase glowed completely red, the blood absorbing into it, which made the red designs on the clay grow a vibrant color like they had been freshly painted. 

Peter quickly webbed Frank’s arm and the rest of his wounds while freeing him. You pushed the vase to the side and scooted over to drag his torso onto your lap while Marc and Tony approached.

“Hey, hey, can you hear me? It’s over, Frank. It’s over. Just hang on, okay? You just have to hang on for me,” you pled with Frank as he lay there completely limp. “Come on you stubborn motherfucker, you can’t die yet. Okay? You’re not dying, Frank! Come on give me something!”

“I’ll get rid of this,” Marc said quietly as he picked up the vase. “Somewhere where no one can get it and this won’t happen again.”

“Probably for the better,” Tony muttered. “Kid—“

“Yeah, Mr. Stark?” Peter looked over to him.

“You’re carrying the big guy.”

“That’s fine. I totally can.”

Marc looked at Spider-Man strangely, head tilting to the side. Suddenly, the suit changed and, once again, Steven was fronting as he rushed over to the young man and grabbed his shoulders, “Oh, my god! Are you the young lad? Peter? Are you the young lad from the museum, the one they keep talking about? That’s you, lad, you’re the little bug boy? Oh, my god, the things you can do! You stopped that man’s fist like it was an infant trying to strike you, that was impressive! Wow, look at you! You’re an impressive one, yeah? Way more than what meets the eye!”

“Oh my fucking god, this guy again,” Tony groaned and stared at the ceiling while pinching the bridge of his nose. “Guys, we need to go.”

“Yeah, right, sorry. I’m just—wow! Good for you, kiddo! Bloody amazing! I hope I don’t have to face you in a fight, but I’m mighty scrappy myself.”

“I saw! You’re really cool, and those dagger things? The crescent stuff?”

“My darts, yeah!”

“So sick!”

“Innit, though!?” Steven beamed. “I like you! You appreciate how cool it is. Marc’s just all, ‘it’s a weapon Steven, not a toy’ and I’m like, yeah, it’s a weapon all right, but it’s a really, really cool one now innit?”

“It sounds like he doesn’t appreciate the finer things in life.”

“He definitely never stops to smell the roses enough. If you ask me, he could use a lot more of that,” Steven replied. 

“Guys!” You shouted. “This is very cute. You may exchange phone numbers, but we need to go because if Frank dies, I’m coming after all of you!”

“Oh, I believe that,” Peter said quietly before picking up Frank absolutely effortlessly. “Let’s go. She scares me.”

“I’d never hurt you,” you sighed. “I’d embarrass you in front of your friends.”

“See? Scary,” Peter repeated to Steven quietly.

Steven nodded in agreement. The man slipped between you and Tony, put his arms around the both of you, and helped you to walk out of the underground. It wasn’t hard for anyone to see you were in pain. Forgetting the physical pain you had been in, you were very clearly distraught over Frank’s condition. Yes, the man had taken quite a few beatings, yes, he’d basically kissed death, but you’d never seen him look this bad before. This was terrifying. Were you really going to be the one that killed Frank Castle?

As you exited the museum, you felt a strong gust of wind. You all looked to the side to see a quinjet make a quick, rough landing and open up to reveal Steve jogging down towards you all.

“Oh, about time! You’re just extremely late and missed the party,” Tony said as Steve ran over to check on you all.

“What the hell happened?” Steve asked as he noticed Frank. “Is he —“

“Almost,” you said quickly.

Steve nodded to you, “Okay. Let’s get him in the jet and get him hooked up. We’ll make sure he’s stable until we get back to the tower. We’ll stop somewhere if we have to — I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met,” Steve looked to Steven who shrieked.

“Captain America! Big fan! Love your work, love the shield! Hi, my name is Steven with a V! Truly a pleasure.”

“I hate him,” Tony whispered to Steve.

Steve sighed, “You hate everyone, Tony. Steven, it’s nice to meet you. Can we give you a lift?”

“Oh, no, no, that’s my ride over there,” Steven pointed to the white limousine waiting for him. “We’re going to go dispose of this vase, make sure it never happens again and all. Everyone take care! Pleasure working with you all! You know, except when Y/N threw us out the car, I get it, though, goodbye!”

You all watched as Steven ran to the car. Steve looked to all of you and tilted his head to the side, “Did he say ‘us’?”

“It’s a long story, which I can happily tell you as soon as we all get some drugs in us, except the kid, who has not a single scratch on him,” Tony said as you all piled into the jet. “Come on, buck up, Y/N. He’s not dead yet.”

“I actually am losing his pulse,” Peter said quietly as he brought Frank in. “So, whatever we can do for him, let’s do it now.”

“Oh, god, Frank,” you cried.

~~*~*~*~*~~~*~*~*~~~*~*~*~~~

It was a quiet walk by yourself. Everyone left you alone to do what you needed to do in order to feel better. They knew this was a fragile time, and you were just trying to do the best, do everything you could. With a deep breath, you rounded the hallway and entered the familiar medical wing. You nodded to the staff before entering the private room and shutting it behind you, flipping the switch to lower the curtains to give you even more privacy.

Sitting upright in the hospital bed was was Frank, pouting like a petulant child who had gotten his toy taken away from him. Most of his body was in bandages, and 3/4 of his face was still purple and bruised. You sighed as you walked closer to him and sat on the edge of his bed.

“You know, for a fancy tower, I thought, you know, you guys would have something better than this shitty purple jello,” Frank pouted as he put the cup down on the tray and stared at you. “It’s borderline torture, I would know.”

You hummed, “Well, maybe your tastebuds are broken considering you died about four times before we could land near a hospital for you.”

He blinked, “Okay. Fine. I deserved that one.”

“Uh huh,” you smiled softly. “But maybe something would make it taste better.”

“What’s that?”

You removed your hand from your back and slammed a brown bag down on the tray table. Frank stared at you curiously before a familiar smell filled his nostrils. His heart raced, you could hear it on the machine, and you grinned as he grabbed the bag in disbelief and opened it, “Oh, no you fucking didn’t.”

“Oh, yes, yes I did,” you beamed watching him pull out the sandwich from the bag and sniff it while it was still in its wrapping. “Meatball hero from Parm, extra sauce like you like it.”

Frank groaned as he set it down, “God, I fucking love you princess,” he exclaimed as he ripped open the wrapping. When he realized what he had said, his smile faltered slightly and his hand froze in the air before it came down on his tray table for him to drum on. “I uh,”

“You love me, huh, Frank?” You raised an eyebrow as you studied him. “Because I bring you meatball heroes?”

“No,” He muttered and looked down at the table.

“Well, now isn’t this cute? Shy, bashful Frank Castle. My, my, my, have I died and gone to heaven?”

He groaned, “You’re not funny. You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“Hmm, yeah, I may be, but I’m a pain in the ass that loves you,” you said, watching as he lifted his head ever so slightly to glance at you through the corner of his eye.

“You um, you what?” He asked, reaching up to scratch his head.

“I love you too, Frank Castle,” you smiled and grabbed his hand. “I love you. I wish I didn’t wait so long to say it, but I do. And if it scares you, too bad, you’re still stuck with me.”

“Ah, like a parasite,” Frank teased, sitting up a little taller, al little more confidently as he held your hand. “I love you, Y/N. You drive me crazy.”

You smirked, “I have that affect on people. Now, you gonna give me a bite of that hero, or what?”

“Oh, no, this is for me. Where’s yours?” Frank asked as he unwrapped the sandwich. “‘Cause this is all mine, because I’m hurt, ya know? Got possessed and all. I need this.”

“You won’t share with me?” You laughed, “Rude!”

“Nah, I’m kidding. Come on, put one of my balls in your mouth,” Frank said as he held up the sandwich to you.

You shook your head, “You’re an idiot, Frank Castle.”

“Yup, just another idiot in love. Go figure,” Frank winked at you around a mouthful of food. He leaned forward, ignoring the pain searing though his body as he reached up to cup the back of your head. He pressed his lips against yours, causing you to giggle from tasting the sauce on your lips as he kissed you. “I love you, Y/N. Thanks for saving my ass.”

“Just returning the favor, babe,” you smiled softly and kissed him on the lips. When he pulled away, you snatched his wrist, brought the sandwich to your mouth, and took a massive bite out of it, making him laugh and yell at you that you were abusing an injured man. 

After a few minutes of silence, Frank spoke, “I can’t fucking believe Peter fucking Parker is Spider-Man.”

[bowiebond]

Okay I was thinking about that Harringroveson AU where Billy sees Eddie and Steve and the party on the beach after a series of abusive boyfriends that are his dad's age (and I wasn't sure that if I make a post and tag you your going to get it, since, yk, shadowban)

But like

Steve and Billy going to Eddie's concert, and Billy doing something actively dangerous in a way that can be seen from the stage

And Eddie between songs going into the mic like: "Also a PSA, Billy, stop being a fucking menace to society, thank you"

Because like Billy is a common name, only few people would figure out who he was addressing anyway

AND Steve having to not only pick up one boyfriend after the concert full of adrenaline and all pumped out, but also having to pick up another one after the mosh pit, equally es chaotic and manic at the moment, and then getting them both home safe

💙 billyhargrovesupsidedownshadow

All of Eddie's fans think he's just being sweet, making sure none of his fans get hurt in the mosh pit, but no, his boyfriend is just crazy and is about to get an elbow to the nose from a rando if he doesn't chill the fuck out.

Steve has so much trouble getting them home omg, Billy and Eddie are like 'what if we bar hop RIGHT NOW? And go terrorise a Denny's drunk. Thoughts babe, thoughts???' and Steve is like 'NO WERE GOING HOME TO B E D, GET IN THE CAR, EDMUND, WILLIAM.'

He can only convince them to get in if he lets Billy go to town on him while he drives, which is very dangerous, and grabs McNuggets too, but at least they'll get home before two am and sober, Jesus Christ.

[imsodishy]

Can I be greedy 17-20 (or just pick whichever you want to answer I suppose) 💛

if you can be greedy and ask them all, then i can be greedy and answer them 💜

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

I learned that while the filet-o-fish was introduce in '62, chicken mcnuggets weren't introduced until '81! (which blew my mind for some reason)

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic? (I'm cheating because it's a not yet /maybe never published fic, but i think it's funny, so)

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re too drunk to fuck?” Steve's laughing at him a little. Billy tries to get up on his elbows, fails. Tries again, gives up and just lies flat, eyes shut. “You don’t even listen’t the Dead Kednedys,” he burps, “Kendennys. The fuck'n,” he huffs, gives up on that too, “Whatever.”

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

from the next chapter of Act Like It

Billy wants a cigarette. Suddenly remembers that’s what he came out here for in the first place, so he starts digging through his pockets for the necessaries. “What does Max have to do with it?” Harrington says slowly. Billy mutters around the filter between his teeth, “The less she knows the better. She’s dangerous.”

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

I enjoy Like a House on Fire, that's a fun one 😈

Thanks! 💜

writer ask game

[super-nova5045]

PSA: believing Mike is emotionally cheating on El and writing him as the moral villain in fanfiction is biphobic

(Disclaimer: I’m going to give y’all benefit of the doubt here because I get it. Fiction is just fiction, and you’re right on some level that Mike is being dishonest with her. You probably don’t mean any harm and you’re not intentionally biphobic. However, that doesn’t take away the harmful effects of this take.)

To begin this little ~announcement~ off, I’ll give some background info. For context, I’ve been seeing a lot of posts saying Mike is emotionally cheating on El, and just in general there’s a LOT of fanfictions that demonize bi Mike. Although I’m a gay Mike truther, I love the bi theory just as much (especially AS a bi person who had internalized homophobia and fell in love with their best friend) and it hurts me so much to see this villainization of Mike.

Emotionally cheating on El allegations??

I understand this take 100%, but let’s talk about how it’s not true and is borderline harmful. I think a common thing people forget is that there’s a big difference between actually cheating and genuinely being in love with someone else. Nobody said Nancy was cheating when she was comforted by Jonathan and was with Steve. Nobody said Joyce was cheating when she was close with Hopper and was with Bob. So why is it different for Mike, Will and El? Mike has never confided in Will on the same level Joyce and Nancy have with Hopper and Jonathan (respectively) while with El, and even if he has, El wasn’t present in any of the major Byler scenes (re: The Nina Project or, I don’t know, being assumed dead?!) thus, Mike couldn’t talk to her. Why is it such a crime for him to talk to his closest and oldest friend about his fears and insecurities?

Yes, Byler’s conversations did have romantic subtext, but we have to consider also that Mike wouldn’t have had any intention to cheat on El, nor did he have any intention to ‘flirt’ with Will. For all he knows, he’s just speaking to his best friend.

Not to mention, as talked about in this post, McNugget was bones in every Byler chat.

‘Crazy Together’ – El was considered dead, and Mike and her weren’t in a relationship.

‘Not Possible’ – This was just before El saying ily to Mike (for a reason). Mike and El weren’t in a relationship again/were ‘taking a break’.

‘Friends. Best Friends.’ – El had left for Nina with the chance that she could never see Mike again (Mike knew this, btw). Mike had thrown away her potentially last ever letter to him signed ‘From, El’ (a reference to their big fight that they ‘can’t come back from’) and was planning on going to Hawkins. This applies to the junkyard chat, too, and although Mike’s motive had changed, there was still no hope of finding El (no Nina number).

Making Mike the bad guy in fanfiction???

This is what, by far, bothers me the most. Recently I’ve seen a rise in ‘Mike cheats on El/does something awful to somebody (mostly El)’ fanfics, and this is so awful, especially when the Mike in these stories is queer.

First of all, let’s talk about the ‘Depraved Bisexual’ trope. This is how Devon Price defines it:

A Depraved Bisexual is a character, usually in a work of fiction, whose bisexuality is used as an indicator that they are untrustworthy, perverse, and morally corrupt. […] Because they cannot “decide” on a gender to be attracted to, the logic goes, they also cannot say no to anything sexual or pleasurable.

Examples of this trope are Frank Underwood, Cal Jacobs and Raoul Silva – all characters depicted as bisexual and evil antagonists – their bisexuality, as aforementioned, plays into their predatory nature; because if you feel attraction for both genders, surely that means you have no fidelity and morality.

Making Mike do things in fanfiction such as be with El but cheat with Will (or vice versa), or commit a heinous action (while being bi-coded), or both, is following this trope. While unintentional, it still deeply affects and hurts bisexual people - we are portrayed, once again, as cheating monsters who do awful things.

Not only this, but it’s incredibly OOC. While fanfictions are, as the name suggests, fan works of fiction, and being OOC is granted; making Mike, the albeit annoying, but kind-hearted, brave, compassionate leader do such awful things out of the blue? And be bi-coded? It seems clear to me why you’ve made him the antagonist.

I’m sure NONE of these lovely people had bad intentions or wanted to directly harm bisexual people. Once again, this is just their takes, and this is just mine. In summary, Mike isn’t emotionally cheating on El, purely because he has no intention to be, and while his relationship with Will is romantically-coded, most of the time he’s just confiding in and reassuring Will – which is not emotional cheating. Magic Schoolbus was also broken up every time that Byler talked – Mike can’t be emotionally cheating if he’s not in a relationship to start with. Finally, making Mike the bad guy who cheats and does bad things is following a harmful, biphobic trope and is quite offensive.

(again, not trying to start beef or anything. I, as a bisexual, just personally disagree with these takes and the amount of fanfictions that make Mike evil)

[yearning-and-arson]

Steve and his six little nuggets as drawn by my friend @deeztubs because i can’t draw people

Another drawing except I did not explain why I wanted them to draw Steve with a six piece McNugget

[simpforfictionalboys]

You have got to be joking (Part 1)

It was like grasping at fucking straws. You were done with a huff you threw yourself back into your seat on the couch next to Buck who was still arguing with Thor.

"That doesn't make any sense, I know many witches and warlocks and I don't think that they get letters and go to a school. I-Is that true, Y/n?" You rolled your eyes before declining. No. You didn't go to Hogwarts.

"Yeah- but instead of that she had to cut off a dolphin tail as a sacrifice to the witch gods." Steve chuckled as he sat back looking at Thor's horrified face.

"No! I didn't cut-"

"It was a baby's foot. I forgot." You cursed Sam as Thor looked at you like you had just- killed a baby. Dear god.

"You mortals should go to insane asylums." You seconded that as You threw a pillow at Sam who gave you a crooked grin in which you returned with a finger up to the sky.

We weren't even more than 5 more minutes until the next fight broke out between well- between you and Thor.

You being your lazy self used your telekinesis to get the Pop-tarts that were on the kitchen counter, but you didn't know that Peter Parker and Tony were in there scared to shit at the floating box that went into the room next to him.

Looking inside of it you had a murderous look on your face as you looked to the god who had a shit eating  grin on his face.

"Thor. You ate all of the mother FUCKING POP-TARTS AG-" You screeched to the overgrown baby god across from you before Steve cut you off.

"Language, Y/N." You looked incredulously over to your Uncle as he gave you a sparkling smile knowing that you were going out of your mind.

"I'm going to set you on fire. I swear to GOD." What set you off was looking into his hand as he opened a pack of them shoving half of it into his mouth with a cheeky grin.

Sparing a quick glance to Steve who nodded you used your powers to send the shield that was sitting in front of him and sent it straight for the head of the all mighty Thor Odinson, it made a huge wack and the God rubbed his head. All he did was mouth something.

Run.

Booking it out of the room before Thor got out of his seat you but before you could get into the kitchen you were whipped over the shoulder of the God as you started to laugh.

"Y--Y/n?" You knew all too well that voice, you had known him for probably a good 3 years ever since you started to go to Midtown.

"Peter?" Thor set you down to face the man standing next to my father in which your father gave you a look of. You don't even know.

"How do you two know each other?"

"He goes to my school, I've talked about him before with you. Ned. MJ. Ring a bell." The flicker that went through Peter's face was unrecognizable but then it was gone.

"Really? Parker? He is a nerd and you- you are my daughter." For a second you almost forgot that Peter didn't know that you were Tony's daughter. But you sure as hell that he did right now.

"W-Wait. You're his daughter? You- have a daughter." Peter stuttered out as he looked between you and your father with a confused look.

"How do you know him?" You questioned back to your father hoping that there wasn't a freaky reason that your father knew the man you liked.

"Pete's the Spider-ling. I thought that Peter was some--gay best friend. You have straight guy friends." You looked incredulously to your nerdy close friend could be the friendly neighborhood spider-man. He looked over to your dad with the same confused look as he did.

"Damn, this is better than the movie." You turned over where Sam was sitting before using your powers to cause the remote in front of him to smack himself in the face.

"Whoa. Y/n- you just..."

"Ha, you owe me 5 dollars." Thor muttered to Bucky as he reluctantly handed over the five piece. No doubt making bets on me again.

"Technancy she got pissed off by Thor first so you owe me a five piece Buck." You looked incredulously over to Steve who had a slick grin on his face.

What you really wanted to say was that if they didn't shut up you were going to filet them like a McNugget but seeing as though you had a lot to discuss with Peter you went over to him tugging on his sleave.

"W-What are you doing, Y/n? Hey, You aren't going anywhere alone with him!" My dad asked me as I started to bring Peter over towards the elevator before walking into it.

"We need to discuss a few things, Dad."

"NO. WAIT. FRIDAY, cameras on my daughter alert me if Peter goes within a foot of her!" Before you could say anything else the door closed leaving you alone with a confused Peter.

You rose a finger to your lips waiting until you got onto your floor before tugging him into your main living quarters.

"SPIDER-MAN?" You questioned him incredulously.

"Y/N Stark?" He told you back, hardly showing any of the awkwardness that he showed around my father or in school because we were friends. He was used to you.

"Fair enough, but I was going to tell you. Were you going to tell me?" You questioned him seriously as he looked over to you giving you a sheepish grin.

"Of course I was. Remember Ned and you were coming over this weekend for a movie. Wait- if you don't want to come now-" You shushed him up by stomping on his foot in which he jumped back.

"Don't think I am going to leave you because you are sticky and like to climb walls." The relief and cheeky smile on his face made you grin even more.

"You have a poster of me in your bedroom." You giggled out before the look of fear crossed his face. God. He was never going to live that down. Ever since the first time you went to his apartment you saw the poster of Silver Shadow. Yourself.

"Ms. Stark, Mr. Odinson and Mr. Stark want me to remind you to get downstairs so that they can finish the movie. And that Mr. Parker is allowed as long as he can and I quote 'keep his webs to himself.'" The look of embarrassment on Peter's face made you bark out a laugh before nudging him towards the door.

This was going to be interesting.

Part 2

Tag List: Since this is my first part and first fanfic on Tumblr I don’t  have any. Message me to be added!

[wizardouxie]

If Steve had the chance to bring Lancelot to his time, he’d introduce Lancelot to McDonalds, and more importantly, McNuggets.

[bunabi]

Weird ask but I'm gonna say it...your tags with Steve mcnunchin or mcnugget or whatever the fuck his last name is had me cackling and crying like actual tears so thank you for that.

it’s what he deserves! u_u

[tennant-the-tigger]

Babysitter Steve: Comfort

Erica is 11, and Jason’s dudes full on tackled her. like wtf. Traumatic. 

I feel like after all the adrenaline is gone, Erica would break. I mean she a tough cookie but cookies snap. Also Erica is totally one of Steve’s Nuggets. 

Lucas | My Stranger Things Art

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Calling (36)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  

Vernichtung - Destruction, Annhialation.

It was what you were named and what you were supposed to be but the only thing you wanted to destroy was Bucky Barnes.

The ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on enjoying it quite so much.

But when your past catches up to you in the form of the mad scientist who made you, Bucky might be one of the only things that can save you from yourself. You can’t run from what you are but with his help, you can fight back.

Current Word Count -  101,293

MASTERLIST

Moodboard by @talesofakindredspirit

Chapter Thirty Six - Health Benefits 

You were a mess and you knew it. You also knew that while The Professor could help you with his telepathic abilities, he couldn’t help you with the actual shitshow that was your brain. That was on you. So you made the very adult decision to get professional help.

The therapist Tony and Pepper had found for you had been great at helping you settle into normal life but she wasn’t the right person for the job any-more. You needed someone with at least a basic understanding of what you were capable of. So begrudgingly you called Fury and asked for his help. The amount of Agents he must have had to get seen by a psychiatrist meant he actually did have a recommendation for you and after calling the number Maria Hill had forwarded to you and explaining who you were, you got an appointment that very evening.

You didn’t want anyone else to know about this but sneaking out hadn’t been an option so you blackmailed Thor into taking you, promising not to tell anyone about the Black cat he had snuck into the compound earlier that week.

You sat down on a sofa that was far more comfortable than it looked and let your eyes flit across the room, taking it in. It was a large office that was more library than anything else. The whole room was dark oaks and books. So many books. You tried not to fidget as you waited for Doctor Leonard Samson to arrive but after about 12 seconds you failed miserably and your leg started bouncing. Finally you heard a small commotion outside the office as the Doctor arrived and he opened the door.

Your breath hitched in your chest audibly as you caught your first glimpse of him. He was absolutely enormous, probably the most muscular human being you had ever seen in your life. He was closer to seven feet tall than six and his arms were bigger than your entire torso, his biceps looked like they were straining to escape the short sleeved t-shirt he was wearing.

You finally ripped your eyes away from his body and looked up at his face, he had shoulder length hair and a sharp, menacing looking face. Though it was a very handsome face you admitted begrudgingly. His eyes were dark and warm, brimming with intelligence.

To say you were intimidated was an understatement. Nothing like being in close quarters with a man who had the power to mentally and physically decimate you to make a girl nervous. You finally noticed his mouth was moving, he was speaking to you. Blood rushed to your face and you yanked yourself out of your trance.

“Sorry, you’re distracting. I mean I’m distracted.” You told him, mentally slapping yourself.

He chucked, a deep rumbling low pitched sound.

“It’s alright, I gather you’re nervous about this?” He smiled warmly at you and came to sit on the chair next to the sofa.

“Yes. I mean no, I’m not nervous. I’m just not sure coming her was the right decision.” You replied.

“Should I be offended?” He asked, amusement in his voice.

“I...” You were at a loss on how to dig yourself out of this hole.

“It’s fine Miss Stark, I’m a professional. I shouldn’t tease you like that. I’m Doctor Leonard Samson, most know me as Doc Samson though.” He stood back up and offered you his hand.

You stood up and the considerable height difference between you was highlighted. You placed your hand in his and it completely enveloped yours but despite the fact he could crush your fingers his handshake was gentle. You swallowed thickly, trying to still your erratic heartbeat.

“Pleasure to meet you Doc, I’m obviously Miss Stark.”  You stammered

You sat back down and shifted in your seat, trying to act natural. Having your brain picked at wasn’t something you were particularly looking forward to.

“So how do you wanna do this?” You asked.

“Before we begin Miss Stark, you should I take my position quite seriously and in order for this to work you need to trust me. Should you grant me that trust, I won’t betray it. I will never knowingly do anything to harm or endanger you. I may have been recommanded by Miss Hill but my loyalty is with my patients. My loyalty is with you.” He told you solemnly.

“Maria called and asked you to report back to her then.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“She did, however I won’t do that. In the past, when working for Shield I had to tell her certain things. You are not a Shield agent and I do not work for them anymore.” He admitted.

“Alright. I believe you.” You said, though whether you actually trusted him was something you hadn’t decided yet.

“Now why don’t we start by you telling me in your own words why you came here today?” He asked.

You took a deep breath. Trust issues aside, the issues you had needed attention.

“I have a homicidal alter ego I created from the worst parts of my personality during my years of torture and abuse, it has the access to my chaotic and dangerous abilities and it’s trying to take over me so it can destroy humanity.”

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Therapy was a bust.

Alright, so it had only been one session but still… You were disappointed. Though getting everything off your chest to an impartial, non-judgemental person had been kind of cathartic. All you had done in that session was talk, bringing the doctor up to speed on your situation. He had then told you that it was enough for one day and arranged to see you again at the same time next week.

Thor had brought you back to the compound and if anyone asked, you two had been at McDonalds. You even had McNuggets for Wanda and Sam to help sell your lie. Your medical status and Thor’s pet problems were safely kept away from the team.

You carried Sam’s nuggets into the kitchen and laughed when you saw him.

“Well one of us is going to have to change.” You joked.

“Not it. This is my best friend I’ll have you know, I reserve the right to wear her face on a t-shirt.” Sam insisted.

“Sam it’s MY face!”You laughed.

Now that you were public whoever was in charge of The Avengers merch had wasted no time in releasing your line. Tony had every single piece of it delivered while you were at the School earlier that day before your appointment. You had proudly strutted into the kitchen with your t-shirt on, only to find that Sam was also wearing one.

Steve walked in and gave you both an amused glance.

“Well one of you is going to have to change.” He said with a grin.

“Get better jokes Cap.” You mocked while Sam scoffed at your hypocrisy.

“Did you see the action figure?” Sam asked.

“Oh I saw it, dad had it all delivered.” You replied.

“To everyone. We all got a box of your merch this afternoon, I think he might be proud.” Steve said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, but did he have to give us it all? I don’t think he realized there was an underwear range.” Sam said, pulling a face.

“I’m going to send my panties to Wade, he’ll be over the moon.” You joked at the exact moment Bucky walked in.

The four of you froze, you blushing and the three men looking at you in various states of amusement and concern.

“That’s not … I didn’t mean… You weren’t supposed to hear that!” You spluttered.

“Really?” Bucky said sarcastically.

Sam and Steve started edging towards the door.

“It wasn’t how it sounded?” You offered meekly.

“It sounded like you want to send your underwear to another man behind my back.” He growled and Sam and Steve gave up any pretence of sneakiness and bolted.

“Morning doll.” Bucky sniggered and kissed you on the cheek.

“That was mean, I really thought you were mad at me!” You pouted.

“Nah, I knew what you meant. Was fun to scare those two idiots though.” He said, pushing you up against the fridge door and squeezing your hips. He had just leaned down to kiss you properly when a screeching voice interrupted him.

“NO STEVE, I HAVE TO GO BACK FOR HER. I’M COMING BABY GIRL!”

You and Bucky shared a look of confusion before Sam burst into the kitchen and picked you up. You saw Bucky smirk in amusement before Sam ran out of the kitchen with you in his arms.

“Whatcha doing?” You asked in bewilderment.

“Rescuing from your possessive idiot of a boyfriend.”

“Ok… Now what?” You pressed as he made his way down the hallways.

“I hadn’t thought this far ahead” He admitted.

“Do I get to walk at any point?” You asked.

“It’s not a daring rescue unless I carry you heroically to safety.”

“Alright Falcon but you should know my ‘possessive idiot of a boyfriend’ is following us.” You warned him.

You heard Bucky huff in annoyance a few corridors back as Sam started sprinting.

“You ran off to Spain with Deadpool and the to Malibu with Tony. I haven’t had you to myself in weeks, Barnes isn’t getting you back.” He sniped.

“So this is less of a rescue and more of a kidnapping.” You sighed.

You seemed to have a knack for being rescuenapped by Wilson's apparently.

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“Stark.”

“Wolfy. Mind telling me why you called me here to a clandestine meeting under the cover of dark? Because if it’s what I think it is, I’ve got to tell you I’m flattered but Pepper and I are happy.” Tony asked.

Tony had been curious since the moment the feral X-Man had called and asked him to come to the mansion alone, to discuss a sensitive matter. Logan pushed a tumbler of liquor across the counter to him with an eye roll.

“It’s about your kid.”

“What about her? Did everything go ok, is something wrong?” Tony asked in a panic.

Logan huffed out a breath that was almost a laugh at the sigh of at the normally suave and egotistical billionaire being so ruffled by the mere mention of his daughter.

“You cooled off about her and Barnes yet?” Logan asked him.

“You called me here because you’re invested in Kit Kat’s love life?”

“She was pretty upset about it. It’s affecting her focus. I can’t teach her a damn thing if she’s too busy wondering if her daddy loves her.” Logan said lowly.

“Since when are you the touchy feely type? What’s really going on, because I don’t believe for a second this is an intervention.” Tony snarked.

“Trust me tin man, I have a vested interest in making sure she’s alright.” Logan growled.

“She’s fine. She knows I love her. Kit Kat and Pepper are my family.” Tony snapped.

Logan huffed audibly and said nothing, just watching Tony with a disconcerting air. Tony crossed his arms and regarded the Wolverine right back.

“It’s like being in a staring contest with a stray cat.” Tony quipped.

“There’s your first clue.” Logan said snarkily.

“Anne. Her name was Anne.” Logan said out of the blue before Tony could respond.  

“I’m sorry, I must have got lost in your eyes and missed part of the conversation. Who’s name was Anne?”

Logan paused before he sighed wearily.

“Her mother. You were looking for a name, her name was Anne.”

Tony blinked in surprise.

“How… How did you find out.” Tony asked suspiciously.

“You’re the genius. Figure it out.”

“No. It’s impossible.”

“It’s not.”

“You can’t be her father.” Tony stammered.

“I’m not. You are, obviously. I’m just the biological father.” Logan said wearily.

“How?” Tony asked, shaken and apprehensive.

Logan arched his brow.

“Don’t. You know what I mean. How did this happen, how long have you known about her.”  Tony asked furiously.

“I didn’t know until you started trying to identify the mother, even then I didn’t actually know. It wasn’t until I met her.  If I had know she existed I would have found her.” Logan said, offended by the insinuation.

Tony started pacing, overwhelmed by the information.

“Why are you telling me this?” He demanded.

“Thought you should know.” Logan supplied.

“No, I shouldn’t. She doesn’t want to look for her biological father. I can’t keep this from her. What the hell am I supposed to do here?” Tony raged.

“You’re her dad, you figure it out.” Logan huffed.

“You’re damn right I’m her dad. I love that girl more than anything. She is the kindest, bravest, strongest person I have ever met. I am lucky to be her father.” He raved.

Logan shrugged.

“What the hell do you want? Are you trying to claim her or disavow yourself of her?” Tony pressed, enraged.

“Which would you prefer?” Logan asked.

“Neither! She doesn’t deserve either of those things.”

“I don’t know. I barely know the kid, she waltzes out of nowhere and I don’t know how to react. She’s got you, she doesn’t need me.” Logan said.

“Then why even bother telling me?” Tony shouted.

“Because of Anne. I didn’t love her mother, barely knew her. But now things are starting to make sense and there’s something about Anne that you and the kid need to know.” Logan said.

“What?” Tony demanded.

He didn’t know what to think, what to say, what to do. The information being thrust upon him was far too much to handle rationally and he was regretting ever picking up the phone, let alone flying to the mansion.

“Anne told me her father was a scientist. Anne’s last name was Docherty. I’m pretty sure the man who kept your daughter in a cell and tortured her was her own grandfather.”

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*Meanwhile in an alternate universe* “NO SAM, I HAVE TO GO BACK FOR HIM. I’M COMING BABY BOY!”

You and Bucky shared a look of confusion before Steve burst into the kitchen and picked him up. You smirked in amusement as Steve ran out of the kitchen with Bucky in his arms.

Ok so there's a double celebration going on here... I just passed 100k words with this story! And on Monday, it'll be one whole month old! So I'm celebrating by asking you all a very important question.......

For Monday's very super special chapter, do you have any requests? ANy characters you haven't seen yet, and scenarios you'd like to happen? I'll take any suggestions from smutty to incorporating Brooklyn 99 quotes. Go wild, tell me what you want and I'll pick one (maybe more than one) and dedicate Monday's chapter to it!

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[shellheadtmark2]

@cptsrogers “There’s nothing quite like a good vegetable.”

          THERE IT IS.  He’s known Steve long enough that sometimes...Sometimes it’s easy to forget that Steve is.  Well.  Kind of weird.  Or maybe that he’s a different weird than Tony’s brand of weird.  Weirds that coexist side-by-side but rarely touch upon the same weirdness.  It’s weird.  

“How long have we known each other, Steve, a long time, right.  A really long time.”  Long enough he doesn’t want to peg a number of years on it.  It reminds him he’s not getting any younger.  His statement seems disconnected from Steve’s - a good vegetable, who actually says things like that - until he continues, picking up his coffee in its carry out cup.  That’s dinner, along with some leftover pizza in the communal tower fridge with his name and dire warnings of horrendous and grievous bodily harm scribbled all over the box that he plans on collecting and dragging down to the workshop.

“I used to think the whole Captain America says you should eat healthy thing was a joke, you know.  Propaganda.  Encouragement to get the kiddies to not live on McNuggets and pizza alone.”  It clearly hasn’t been successful, in Tony’s case.  “I mean, I remember a time before the food pyramid, you know, when it was still Food for Fitness.”

Enjoy that, Steve, he hates admitting how old he is.  He’s vain like that.

“But,” he says, holding the coffee cup up, but not drinking it.  “I didn’t think anybody bought into that bullshit, you know, it’s all...It’s not actually...It’s all about subsidies.  What agribusiness is lobbying the government, not actually what you should be eating.  It’s all about-”  He holds up his free hand, rubbing his first two fingers and his thumb together.

“But here you are.  Waxing poetic about vegetables.”  He’s not surprised.  He’s actually not, he’s been sniping from Steve’s plate for years, and Steve has a much better and wider palette for things that are green than Tony does.  And he can’t count the number of times he’s been guilted into eating said green things himself.  “You’re so earnest, it’s adorable.  It almost makes me want to go out and buy a carrot or something.”

skyrim starters | accepting

[rabbitcruiser]

Today is McDonald’s Day. It commemorates the day in 1955 when Ray Kroc put his stamp on a fast-food chain and made it into one of the most successful franchises on Earth.

In 1940, brothers Dick and Mac McDonald opened a barbeque joint in San Bernadino, CA. Eight years later, they introduced the “Speedee Service System,” which used assembly-line principles to deliver customer orders as quickly as possible.

They placed restaurants along major roadways so travelers would be able to make quick stops, knowing the burgers would taste the same at every location. The melding of “fast food” with “comfort food” proved enormously popular.

By 1955, the brothers had eight locations and claimed to have sold more than 15 million hamburgers. (McDonald’s signs with tote boards stopped adding after reaching 99 billion in 1993 because there were only two spaces for numbers.)

Kroc opened his first McDonald’s in Des Plaines, Illinois.The first day’s sales totaled $366.12.

Kroc wanted to aggressively expand the chain across the U.S. The brothers had more modest plans for their family business. He forced them out, buying the franchise for $2.7 million in 1961.

The McDonald’s lost the right to use their own name, even on their original burger stand, and left the business soon afterward. Kroc went on to make scads of money and was notorious for his tight-fisted micromanagement.

A recent biopic starring Michael Keaton let its title, The Founder, hint at the irony of Kroc’s role as usurper even as it soft-pedaled his story, perhaps in deference to the famously litigious corporation.

Like the Steve Jobs of fast food, Ray Kroc’s dickish ways still haunt us from beyond the grave. Remember how you used to be able to reach into the bag and find napkins and condiments, even a little extra of whatever that corn syrup/sludge McNugget dipping sauce is?

Now you have to go begging like Oliver Twist: “Please, sir, may I have a packet of ketchup?” Thank Kroc and his imitators for that. God forbid they lose a tiny bit of their 5,000% markup on soda. (We don’t know if that number is right but it feels true.)

So, if you choose to eat at McDonald’s today, raise a burger to Speedee, the cute mascot Kroc replaced with a creepy clown in 1967, and thank (or curse) the brothers who started it all. And ask for an extra packet of ketchup, just because.

Happy McDonald’s Day!

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[harryfeatgaga]

John 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends I used this Bible verse to explain to my Christian af parents why I would literally die for harry cause the Bible told me too 😂 it's just me being a good Christian bro it's what jesus would want I'm going to heaven bitches

EDFJHBGFHUJBFVGUHJRBFUJ MEEEEEEE

Anonymous said: I had the weirdest dream about Harry, but it was like the weirdest dream ever!

tell me!!!

Anonymous said: Send a prayer for me going to watch it tomorrow also Steve Buscemican choke on my balls

JNBHDFGYHUFBVFGHBFV GOOD LUCK AND BYEEEE also tbt to when i met steve buscemi lmao

Anonymous said: Ok the song by shaggy 'it wasn't me' can you imagine Harry covering that song holy &@!# HAHAHA I'd die like wow ok

LMAO I WOULD DIE

Anonymous said: @ JAMES CORDEN RELESE THE FUCKING MCDONALDS FOOTAGE OF 1D CARPOOL KAROKE SO I CAN KNOW WHICH ONE LIKES MCNUGGETS

LOL i bet harry likes a good mcnugget every now and again

[brandoncarlo]

The Real Top 100 NHL players of all time

Wayne Gretzky

Bobby Orr

Alex Ovechkin

Sidney Crosby

PK Subban

the amount of people annoyed by the fans of a stanley cup winning team

Alex Trebek

All of Me by John Legend

Fifth Harmony

Marntin

When players use their water bottles upside down

refs who swear at players

Brad marchand’s nose

the worm lawson crouse ate on a boat

“Hanifin, That’s gotta be a battle win”

Nate Mac’s OT winner against Sweden

JAHNNY HACKEYY 

johnny hockey (tm)

the faces mitch marner made when they were reviewing his shootout goal

henrik lundqvist sucking this year

Las Vegas Golden Knights

the bear that roars when the bruins get a power play

oscar klefboms nickname being sexbomb

taylor hall going from being cheered to booed in his return to edmonton

I once was a kid with the other little kids Now I'm whippin' up shows and 'em fans goin' wild with us Tell mommy I'm sorry This life is a party, i’m never growing up.

John Scott

Auston Matthews four goals in his first ever NHL game

The Oilers being tied for top of the pacific in January

the atlantic being an absolute mess

totinos pizza rolls

brad marchand calling himself “best player”

martin jones and cam talbot being basically the same person

Zdeno Chara breaking the hardest shot record every time he made it to the NHL All Star Game

Evgeny Kuznetsov at one point being the highest scorer on the Washington Capitals

People who say “every team has bad fans” slowly realizing it always seems to be flyers fans

some old guy who makes “They have ice joke” about a southern team

Tom “Daddy” Wilson 

all the WAGs

Sidney crosby’s tim horton’s commercials with Nate Mac

The Merry Christmas banner i still have hanging in my apartment

All the pet names Andre Burakovsky comes up for his teammates

teams with star wars nights

Paul Pierce

the habs cwhl affiliate Les Canadiennes being 100x better than them

nature documentaries

people who cry at alarming noises (me)

all the cats in the whole world

some cool birds

Jack Eichel trying to politely say the evergaldes tour was the worst thing he has ever done in his life

connor becoming a daddy

People who really want Nuge to shave

the ship name McNugget in general

Team USA beating Team Canada in the shootout at world juniors and canadians acting like it didn’t count because it was the shootout.

Babcock having to buy wine for underage in his own country auston matthews

self love the size of alex ovechkin’s

boys wearing nail polish

when you have “hey Siri” turned on and she just starts randomly talking to you.

NHL Combine pictures

the fact that the NFL fucking added dodge ball to the probowl

the NHL taking away the brakaway challenge and then using almost exclusively breakaway challenge footage for their “best all star moments” montages.

Jaromir Jagr breaking Gordie Howe’s age record

Zdeno Chara being three kids in a trench coach

Mitch marner being carded for a rated R movie

Joe Jonas’ new band DNCE

just guys bein dudes

People who have to make their bed before they get back into it

Connor Mcdavid (20) getting 100 points the same year Shawn Thornton (39) does as well.

matt martin high sticking his own teammate and proceeding to yell at the other team about it anyway

Jazzy Kadri

Jake Gardiner’s rivalry with Jazzy Kadri

Jake Gardiner’s sister being significantly hotter than him

The lost look Jake Gardiner always has on his face

Braden Holtby’s just all around style

“why would i be the one to get the ring?”

Zdeno Chara threatening to eat sidney crosby as a chirp. 

Moana

Wayne Simmonds finally making it to the NHL all star game

steve dangles tweet about tim thomas shooting a tv in a chik fil a

Geno’s terrible flip phone he used to film pres obama

mixing up the “dad” contact and the “daddy” contact in your phone.

only using snapchats for the filters

Nicki Minaj’s masterpiece “Get On Your Knees” featuring Ariana Grande

finnish draco malfoy valtteri filppula

the count down clock on Claude Julien’s career while Therrien remains unthreatened.

Carey Price not resigning with the habs when his contract runs out

the fact that no one knows who Lupul is anymore

Roman Josi not being the hottest Pred since the Subban trade

adam mcquaid actually scored???

that time Jaromir Jagr hooked evgeni malkin so noticably and the bruins scored in OT because of it

bill clinton mispronouncing yzerman really bad

saad not being that good 

the fact that bobrovsky is literally going to win torts the jack adams

nikita zaitsev actually having a son

kitty sneezes

kazoos

all star by Smashmouth but every word is somebody

Connor McDavid (97 get it)

the oh mama don’t you cry usa hockey chant

drake

the fact that i came up with 100 things