#the accords and civil war make me so mad

[frostironfudge]

I Need You To Listen - Steve Rogers

Summary: For @the-slumberparty 's Week 3 Something New Challenge, I went with the medium mode - sex pollen but with exes to lovers. This took alot of work I ended up rewriting it entirely, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 7.4k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, angst, smut, fluff, sex pollen, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, love bites, steve rogers dirty talking (this man), swearing, nipple play, past is in italics, sort of a post civil war rewrite so we're going completely off canon

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Fate works in the most hilarious of ways, a stubbed toe over here and a broken heart still being nursed over there. 

Tony Stark stands in front of your cell, staring at you through the glass. You don’t hold back your tears from him. Disappointment colours his features. 

Broken pieces of trust lay scattered on the floor. The damage by him was done. Leaving you to bear the brunt. Leaving you to walk on the jagged edges of the broken family. 

A family that shared jokes, laughed, drank and protected each other. 

Won together. 

Lost together. 

In the past few days died together. 

“How are you holding up?” His arc reactor gleams as he takes a seat on the stool. Unzipping the jacket he wears his arm in a sling. You close your eyes, more tears fall at the memory of the fight. An involuntary shiver as the chiling bite of the cold manifests itself from your memory. 

The cell isn’t uncomfortable. There is a cot in the corner, the bathroom has a door. The sterile scent of the cleaning agent stopped giving you a headache hours ago. 

“Why are you asking me?” You look at him, he should be mad, he should yell, call you a traitor. 

“Contrary to what you all think and did to me, I trust you.” He shrugs, left eye twitching, he rolls his shoulder. 

“How is the arm?” Your gaze falls to it. 

“Seen better days. You know, heart troubles.” He looks at Wanda’s cell, “Kid, Vis is asking about you.” 

She looks up at him, “Is Rhodes alright?” 

Tony presses his lips into a thin line, shaking his head. 

Wanda looks down at her hands. 

“He tore us apart. That Baron Zemo. I know you have a lot to learn, alot to grieve. The accords may be dissolved. I’m working on it. At SI we’re  preparing the bail documents.” He informs you all. 

Sam scoffs, “What about Cap and Barnes?” 

“James is in recovery as per my last conversation with T’Challa. Where Cap and Nat are I do not know nor does he.” Tony gazes back at you. 

“I trusted him.” Is all you can say to him. You stare at your palms, you couldn’t get the blood off. 

“I know, I did too.” 

“Tony.” Your lips quiver another sob at the heartbreak Steve left you with to deal. All alone. 

Bucky fights Tony, you don’t want to see your best friend hurt. The man who took you under his wing when you joined in, your steps halted by the blonde haired man who harbours your heart. 

“Sign the accords.” Steve orders, you gape at him. 

“Steve, do you fucking realise? We’re here because I didn’t sign them because I am siding with you?” You almost yell. The tempreture drops as the snow cascades into the facility from the now broken windows. 

Bucky lands on the floor, a pained groan, his arm blasted off. He kneels, eyes widened at the implication. At the man he hurt irreparablely being the one to take away one of the curses HYDRA bestowed upon him. 

“Shit!” Your eyes move to Tony, slowly he rises from the floor. The suit broken in several places. 

“Y/N, you need to listen. You cannot go rogue with me.” 

“Steve,” You push his arm away you had to intervene. 

“It was good while it lasted.” He says and everything turns to static. 

“Wh-what?” 

“Look, I, we had a good run but I know your stance on the accords you’re just with me for the sole reason we’re together.” Steve says to you. 

“Are you serious right now?” Anger courses through you, your grip on your pistol tightens. 

“It's not even the accords. I, I didn’t think we would make it beyond this month. Look, I have to think about Bucky. Its all of this, it doesn’t, priorities.” He lunges over to defend Bucky leaving you defenceless. Your ears ringing, you watch as they fight, you can’t hear any of the clangs the groans. 

You stand there dumbfounded. 

As Steve throws Tony down the beam reflects off of his shield and hits you on the shoulder you’re thrown against the wall. Bucky meets your eyes, at least he seems apologetic.  

Tony tries to get up to help you, “Rogers, she’s hurt—,” The shield slams against the arc reactor. 

“I don’t care.” He says so easily.

You pant as the pain increases, both the burn and sting of his words as well as the physical injuries manifesting across you. 

Steve helps Bucky up, you try to push yourself to your knees, crawling to Tony while keeping your arm close to your body. 

Bucky looks back at you, his eyes convey his remorse. Tony breathes hard, you blink back tears at the glance Steve doesn’t spare towards you. 

Eight months down the drain.

The morning kisses, cuddles, the random sketches of you he left as gifts all lose their importance. Remembrance only causes pain. 

“Mr. Stark, you need to leave.” 

Tony sighs, “I’ll visit, or I’ll have you guys out before that. Work some arrangement.” 

“I’m so sorry, Tony.” You look at his arm and back at his face. 

He gives you one of those sad smiles of his, the one where he pretends it's just another day, another common thing. 

“Aren’t you foolish to trust us again?” Sam questions him as Tony passes by his cell. 

“I just have to do my job. It’s the people who have to trust us.” Tony turns to face Sam. 

“So the people trust the missile maker millionaire Stark?” Sam knows the jab is stinging, Tony hated 

that about the company’s past. 

The rift was ever present, your friend looks towards you. 

“Y/N, let him know not to insult me, I’m a billionaire.” He grabs his glasses and moves away. 

You resist the urge to laugh, everyone would resort to their coping mechanisms. You’d have to bide your time here. Usually getting black out drunk was how you solved your own problems. 

True to his word Tony has you all released on various conditions. You, Scott and Wanda are released together. 

When you reach the tower it isn’t surprising that there was a break in, you’d scoff that Steve didn’t come to break you out but he made his decision in Siberia. 

The faint scent of his cologne lingers in your room. Hints of Patchouli and Bergamot. You stare at the box on your bed. 

Opening it reveals a burner phone. 

“I got a burner too, one number loaded upon it.” Tony stands at the door holding a glass of scotch for himself and your favourite Vodka in a bottle. 

“Surprised he bothered.” You open the phone and it chimes an unread text upon it. 

“I didn’t get that.” He observes, you take the bottle from him. 

Opening the text. 

SGR: I want to talk to you. Please let me explain. 

You laugh bitterly, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip. At least you can blame these tears on the alcohol. 

“Are you going to? Call him I mean.” Tony settles on your desk chair. 

“Nope.” You set your bottle down after three more sips, grabbing the edges of the opened flip phone you press. The phone snaps from its hinges and you place it back down in the box, “Did you track it?” 

“Fake return address.” He twirls the ice in his drink. 

The two of you bask in the silence. Drinking in tandem and out of sync. 

“Were you going to sign the Accords?” You ask after a while staring at the setting sun. 

“Nope,” He reaches for your bottle, pouring himself a peg, “I was having them redrafted. Steve only had to agree for them to shut up. My draft would have gotten approved.” 

“So confident.” You raise your brows. 

“Comes with the job title.” He rolls his eyes. 

“Do you think anyone will trust anyone?” You tap the bottle neck. 

Steve’s laughter reverberates against your chest. He reaches up to cup your face. 

“Why is it so amusing?” You ask, not meeting his eyes. 

“Because it is, Poppet. I wouldn’t break your heart.” He assures yet again. 

You gnaw at your bottom lip trust was difficult to come by for you. 

“You want to know why?” He whispers, making you meet his gaze. His nose brushing against your own. 

“Because I have your heart and it's what is keeping me alive.” 

You lean closer, pressing your lips to his, Steve kisses you back. Hands pulling you closer. You feel his smile between the kisses and you begin to retract knowing what he was upto but it’s too late. 

Steve tickles your sides and laughter blubbers from your chest. He grins, cheeks flushed as you press against him. The thin sheet hides nothing from the way you feel. 

“I love you.” He says, you stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“I loved him with everything in me.” You blubber out, tears falling down. 

Tony sits next to you, your head rests on his good shoulder, “I know you did. It's a hard road ahead, kid. Not an undoable one.” 

“I hate him.” You declare, “I hate him, he just, how could he be so selfish?” 

“Sometimes we all are, he is in the wrong. He didn’t exactly reciprocate the trust.” Tony sighs, you look up at him. 

“I’m sorry about your parents.” You watch him give you those sad smiles, he flexes and extends the fingers of his left hand. 

“He could have told me, I trusted him enough that he could.” He whispers then shakes his head. 

“Steve Rogers is an asshole.” You declare raising your bottle to his assholery. Then you giggle. 

“You just thought of the word assholery didn’t you?” Tony giggles as well. 

Both of you burst out laughing. 

“Hey Tone?” You ask mid laughter. 

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for being here, also can I get a box?”

“Sure.” He stands, FRIDAY has the box led by one of his tinkered bots to the room. 

“I need to check on Rhodey.” He says, “I’m a call away okay?” 

You nod, he leaves. The box stays on your bed and then you stare at the sketches hung around your room. With a delicateness that Steve didn’t spare towards you, you pack up the papers. Sealing the box with plastic wrap and head down to the safety deposit lockers. 

Your steps are misjudged and you drop your box of trinkets several times. The stupid ceramic mug from that couples pottery class probably shattered. 

You giggle thinking how it resembles your heart. 

Locking the box leaves you in silence. Your room is void of all things Steve except the one shirt he gave you on your first mission together where the two of you fell into the muddled waters that left the two of you in need to change out of clothes. 

The shirt smells like him, you curl up with it on your pillow. 

“This is the last time you gave your heart away.” You tell yourself. 

“This is the last time you cry over him.” You promise yourself. 

Eight months pass and you all sit in the conference room. The accords are abolished. They reinstate Natasha, Sharon, James, Sam and him. Tony holds his flip phone. Resorting to texting rather than speaking to him. 

A reply comes when you all are back at the tower. They’d be there tomorrow. Rooms are prepared with favourite foods stocked up. You had requested your room be shifted away to another level. 

Heart ache didn’t manifest beyond those few nights. 

Your walls that Steve Rogers broke down were built back stronger. Impenetrable. His shirt was placed in his room by you a month into getting over him. 

You don’t pass by the floor, you’re a level above. Thankfully the elevators divide the levels they service and you won’t ever be on the same floor as him. 

The night is restless despite your indifference to all of them. They were the family you chose and yet you were abandoned by them. 

Dreams are but a loop of memories you have buried. 

After your morning laps you head to Tony’s lab. 

“They will be dropping in at SHIELD first. Fury wants to discuss some things and then they come back here.” He stifles a yawn. 

“You need caffeine my friend.” You hold up the coffees, “Luckily I come bearing gifts.”

“I love you.” He whispers gingerly while taking the cup. 

“Are you talking to the coffee or me?” You ask, taking a sip of your own. 

“I can love both.” He defends, whispering to the coffee he loves it more. 

You throw one of his discarded paper balls on him. It doesn’t phase him. 

“Are you sure you want to come along?” He asks for the umpteenth time on the drive to SHIELD. 

“Tony, I will leave you behind if you ask me again.” You glare at him. 

“I think you will be fine.” Vision assures a gentle smile on his face and he laces his fingers with Wanda. She smiles at him, her own mind filled with thoughts. 

“See we’ll be okay.” You declare. 

Minutes later you’re seated on one side of the conference room. Tony on the first seat, you on the second. Vision opts to stand behind Wanda as she sits. 

Fury sits at the head of the table. The door opens and Natasha, Sam and Steve step into the room. A thick silence settles over. You look at each of them and then back at Fury. 

Natasha’s hair is shorter and blond, Sam seems to have gotten leaner. Steve was sporting a beard and longer hair. 

You wondered if the post break up look was something you should have gone for, maybe dyed your hair blue.

“Well, as you know you all have been reinstated. The Avengers operate without any Accords binding them but they must be mindful of their poweress and the possible damage they may cause. A country has full discretion to forbid the Avengers from subduing threats that may lead them there and you must honour that no matter the cost.” Fury gazes at you all. 

“What if they need help?” Steve questions, you scoff. 

Cold blues flash to you. You roll your eyes. 

“The dissolution of the Accords was done keeping this one rule in mind. I suggest you make peace with it. You will not be able to save everyone from damage and hurt, it is better than causing it.” Tony adds. 

Steve’s jaw tightens. He nods. 

“Now since this is done and dusted. Official missions may resume.” Fury places down a manila folder. 

“Official?” Sam questions, raising a brow. 

“Agent Y/L/N here was liasoning with us for recon purposes. Kept under wraps. We have identified HYRA bases. Once the plans are sanctioned you all will be back on duty.” Nick sighs, “I suggest you all train together to get a sense of your skill sets and moves again.” 

No one nods. 

Nick shakes his head leaving the room. 

“Your old rooms have been cleaned at the tower. Access is via FRIDAY, food is stocked. Layout’s almost the same. Few changes here and there. Oh and there are new succulents in the living room.” Tony fiddles with the folder. 

“We can conduct a meeting about these missions tonight or tomorrow. You all settle in, there is a car outside and your vehicles are in pristine condition at the garage.” He informs them further. 

“No welcome back party?” Nat muses, you laugh. 

“I drank all the liquor so unfortunately no parties.” You deadpan. 

Nat and Sam stare at you. 

“It has been a difficult few months. I understand everyone will take time to return to a semblance of previous normalcy.” Vision’s words are both reassuring but also farfetched. 

Wanda grasps his hand and gives it a squeeze. 

Steve’s brows furrow in worry. He observes you trying to find any hints but you give him none. You learned to school yourself. An agent well versed in hiding her intent, emotions and aim. Your skillset is what brought you to the team and it is what you have. It's what you could trust. 

Sam nods, “Well best we head back.” 

“Yes we could use some sleep.” Natasha says, you flash her a smile. 

“Yep, well I have a few things to discuss with Fury.” You push away from the table first. Tony follows your lead. 

“Should you not include us in the conversation?” Steve says in his authoritative baritone. 

“Unfortunately, Captain, it isn’t an Avengers matter but a personal one. Which you aren’t entitled to know.” You spit back. 

His mouth opens again to speak. 

Tony beats him to it, “Where’s our Manchurian candidate?” 

“Bucky’s in the UK for a bit, after Wakanda we were there for a while. He stayed back for personal reasons.” Steve explains and you slip out. 

Steve stares at your room door, knocking on it yet again. Two weeks since his return and you had avoided him in every capacity.

He had worked up the courage to knock on your door today. But there was no response as it was over the past fifteen minutes. He requests FRIDAY to check in and all the AI says is that you’re fine.

You had gotten back from a mission yesterday morning. You had to have been resting. 

“Why won’t she open her door then?” He mutters, pressing his forehead to your door, “Poppet, I just want to speak to you. Please.”

“Captain.” Vision greets floating out of Wanda’s room.

“Vision.” He acknowledges.

“Why are you knocking on an empty room’s door?” Vision tilts his head. 

Steve blinks at him, “This is Y/N’s room.” he states as if obvious.

“It isn’t, she switched rooms about three months ago.” Vision says

Before Steve can ask anything further, Wanda opens her door, “Vis.” She gestures with her hand for him to return.

“Wanda.” He walks to her this time.

“FRIDAY, where is Y/N’s new room?” Steve questions walking to the elevators. 

“She’s on the twenty-fifth floor.” The AI responds, he switches to the other elevator. 

“Captain, you will have to go to the ground floor to switch elevators.” FRIDAY informs him. 

Steve sighs moving back in front of the original elevator. It stops at every single floor; he almost misses the elevator as you’re getting on, luckily a Stark Industries employee holds the door for him. 

You bite the inside of your cheek. Looking away. 

“I want to talk.” He says over the all too silent but crowded elevator. 

Everyone looks at him except you. They follow his gaze to you. 

“I don’t.” You answer while staring at the numbers. 

“Poppet.” He says and you shoot him a glare before looking away again. 

People trickle in and out. 

Steve’s gaze is trained upon you. He nods politely at those greeting him but his gaze nerver strays from you. 

You look into your phone pulling up a forgotten game loaded into the device. Anything. Any stupid thing to avoid him. 

Finally it's just the two of you. 

The automated air freshener hisses filling the space with the scent of lavender. 

“Poppet I just want to explain—,” Steve steps closer, his hand outstretched. 

“No. I don’t fucking want to hear a word.” You seethe, you move forward pressing the button to your floor if it makes you reach quicker. 

“Poppet.” He grabs your hand, turning you towards him. 

“Y/N. Use my damn name.” You spit out, finally meeting his eyes. 

There is a tick in his jaw, he nods, “Y/N. Just five minutes. I know I don’t deserve it—,”

“You don’t deserve to even ask for a minute of my time. You never saw us work beyond that month correct? Well guess what? We don’t.” You push at his chest, he doesn’t budge. 

“I lied. I said those things so you wouldn’t follow. I could not have you living rogue with me.” Steve admits, you stare at him. 

“You lied?” You repeat. 

“I didn’t want to break things off but that was the only way I could ensure you wouldn’t follow behind me. It was dangerous. Poppet—Y/N,” he corrects, “I told you your heart kept me alive, I love you—,” 

Steve’s head snaps to the side, cheek turning red at the impact of your slap. You breathe hard, eyes tearing up. 

“That was not for you to fucking decide, you do not get to come back here and make your sorry excuses for being a horrible human being. Betraying my trust. Leaving me and your friend injured. You picked Bucky over us. You picked Bucky over me and I understand I would pick him too if I were you. But I would not fucking lie or leave my girlfriend and best friend behind injured horribly. You’re welcome back to the compound Steve. Even back to your glorious Captain America title. However,” 

The doors open to your floor, you step out. 

“I don’t know how you say you’re alive because I took my fucking heart back from your undeserving self. I don’t care if you lied, I don’t care if it was all fun and games. I don't care about you. I don’t want to care about you. You are a teammate because I am forced to consider you one. I don’t need to listen to you to provide you closure or a second chance. You fucking liar!” 

“Poppet,” Steve reaches for you again, you take off running to your door. 

“FRIDAY, deny access. Override only with Tony.” You order, the locks on your doors bolt and Steve keeps knocking and pleading. 

He sinks to his knees outside your door apologising over and over. 

Natasha is pinned to the floor by Wanda as the latter grins triumphantly. Natasha praises her and they break apart. You take Wanda’s place and Sam takes Natasha’s place. 

Mixed training was now mandatory. 

You had almost burned Nick Fury with your glare. Steve hadn’t shown up to any, in fact he hardly was in the same room as you. 

Sam goes full offence, you block the blows. Defending yourself you had worked hard over the time away from official duties. 

Minutes pass by, neither of you yields. Panting you stare at Sam waiting for an opening to take him down. 

“Come on, that's all you got, little spy?” Sam teases, you laugh. 

“You wish birdy.” You stick your tongue out childishly. Wanda and Nat laugh. 

“Come on Wilson.” Nat prompts, “We’re bored here.” 

“Alright,” Sam moves, pulling a fake. You catch it a moment too late, as he’s about to tackle you to the ground you turn. Tugging on his arm as Sam’s eyes widen. 

The momentum thrown off both of you land on your sides, recovering swiftly he’s pinned to the ground by you. 

You grin at him. 

“How's that birdy?” You laugh at his irritation. Sam rolls his eyes. 

“Y/N.” 

Everyone’s heads snap to the door, Steve and Tony stand there. 

You help Sam up. Sam keeps an arm around your shoulder. Steve’s eyes linger and his fists clench. 

Sam takes his arm away. 

You roll your eyes, they land on Tony as he bites his cheek, oh this can’t be good you deem. 

“Wheels up in an hour for Rogers and you.” He delivers the news. 

“Sam, Nat, Vis and Wanda are needed to take on a bigger base with Tony.” Steve looks at you, “Fury’s orders before you try to whine your way out if it.” 

You glare at him, “Alright.” 

An hour later you’re on the jet with Steve. He doesn’t talk. The last conversation between the two of you was enough. 

“We won’t be splitting up.” Steve informs you. You nod, studying the layout. 

You frown in recognition. 

“I was here on recon. This is supposed to be a dead base.” You look up at him. 

“Fury said they detected activity.” He looks back ahead. 

“Hopefully it's just random people looking for shelter.” You look back at the plans. 

Steve hums, observing you again. Wishing it would be like before where the two of you would be holding hands. 

Cobwebs litter the walls, plaster cracked. The scent of something decaying permeates through the space. 

Walking into the HYDRA base is carefully crafted, Steve leads with his shield. You keep a double check on the back trail. Something was not sitting right with you. 

The hallway diverges, you stand next to Steve, “Left side first then we can go right.” You whisper. 

He nods, “Stay close, I don’t know why something feels wrong.”

You don’t verbalise your own feelings, following in his footsteps. 

The hallway leads to an abandoned lab, the computers torn down and broken apart. Steve relaxes his defensive stance looking around the area. 

You move carefully through the edge of the room, “Something should be of value here.” 

“I don’t think there is anything.” Steve declares, “Let's clear the other pathway.”

You give another once over and then follow him back down the path. 

Your boot catches on the uneven flooring, “Shit!” You whisper yell as you fall forward. 

Steve turns, breaking your fall. You land against his chest and his arm encircles your waist. For a moment that echoes a broken promise of eternity he holds you close to him. 

Steve sneaks a moment he lost over a stupid decision. He takes what crumbs he’s given by fate. 

Your palm is against his chest, your head tucked against the crook of his neck. 

Why can't you move away?

Why do you want more of him? 

Why do you miss him? 

He hurt you. 

He lied. 

He hurt you. 

You break the eternity Steve was living as you pull away, silence stretches between the two of you as you head down the other hallway. 

It's empty yet again, you shake your head at the waste of time. Steve steps closer to the vials on the shelf. The liquid in them gleams a certain way. 

You hear a pneumatic hiss from your left. You turn quietly making your way to the wall. 

Steve studies the shelf again. There was no dust on it. No pattern on it. These were fresh vials. Then his eyes widened, “Y/N don’t!” 

You turn to face him when the hiss is louder and the slits of the vent open. A dust like substance pours over floating around you. 

A coughing fit grips you, you place your hand against the wall to steady yourself the gun falls as you clutch your chest wheezing. 

Steve pads over to you, trying to rub your back to ease the coughing fit. He asks FRIDAY to scan the micro dust to see if it is anything dangerous. 

The coughing fit subsides over a few minutes, your breathing shallow. You look up at Steve blinking away the tears. He cups your cheek.

“Are you okay? Do you feel anything?” He questions, gaze running over every aspect of you. Glove clad large palms moving over your form. You nod, but then your stomach cramps. 

“What is it?” Steve takes not of your discomfort. 

“I, it's my stomach—,” Your words are cut off by a whimper as the cramp gains severity. You lean more against the wall as the cramp travels across. 

Steve rummages through his mind to know what this substance could be, he had been to HYDRA bases before. He spoke to Bucky all about them, their experiments which he knew. 

He watches as your skin flushes, you squirm in his grasp. He steps closer to support you. 

“Poppet?” Steve makes you look up at him, your eyes have a dazed look almost glazed over. You feel his warmth through your tactical suit. His thigh between your legs and the ache the needy ache is all you know and you need to get rid of it. 

“Please,” You plead to him gazing at his slightly blurred blue eyes, your hips moving out of their own accord against his thigh you moan as your core makes contact with him. 

Steve pushes your hips away, “Poppet what—,” 

“Steve, it hurts so badly. Please,” You cry out wiggling against his hold. His fingers dig into your hips to keep you in place. 

Your palms cover his, you look up at him. 

You lean up, he shifts back. You use the distraction to guide his palm to grind down on it. Your choked moan has his cock harden further. He can’t help but watch as you use him. 

Logic hits him then when he feels just how wet you’ve gotten, before he can pull away there is a prick in the side of his neck. You begin to blur from his view. 

“Poppet, something is wrong.” 

You look up at him, why did his words sound garbled? 

Why was he falling to his knees? 

You look behind him, people standing and watching. 

The need clouding your mind clears in the slightest, “Steve,” you kneel next to him. 

“It’s okay,” he assures you, reaching for the shield. 

The cramp hits you again harder; you cry out in pain, doubling over and sinking against the wall to curl up. 

“FRIDAY, dis-distress signal.” Steve orders as his vision begins to blacken, he reaches for you with the last of his strength covering your curled up form with his body. 

Steve keeps his eyes closed. 

Enhanced hearing picking up the dripping pipes from the left. To his right he hears your pained whimpers. 

How long was he out?

Chains bind his arms above him, the uneven concrete digs into his knees and shins. He would search for the shield in the aftermath. 

He counts four people by their rhythmic footfall. They were in the same facility. It couldn’t have been easy to move them. 

Lolling his head to right he watches you through hooded eyes, chained like him kept on your knees but you’re struggling. Squirming on the ground trying to find respite and crying out of frustration. 

“Sex pollen.” Bucky spoke, with a shake of his head in disgust.

“Sex pollen?” Steve repeated as if to confirm. 

Bucky gives him a look, Steve’s eyebrows shot up higher. 

“What does that do? Did they use it on you?” Steve questioned his best friend. 

Bucky shook his head, “It basically sets the libido up to the maximum, forces the person in contact to orgasm but basically they need to have sex, self pleasure seldom works. The intensity is higher to combat the inevitable effect.” 

A dark expression crossed Bucky’s features, he sighed sadly. Looking out at the view from his home in Wakanda. The house, though borrowed, was Bucky’s own. 

Steve had placed a few sketches of Brooklyn around. The place he used to consider home now changed. Steve stares at the more recent sketch of his home city. 

Two men out of time in a place decades ahead of the world outside. 

“How long?” Steve clutches his charcoal tighter as he forms the curve of soft lips on the paper. A stray tendril of hair. 

Bucky looks down at the half done sketch of your face. His heart aches for Steve and you. 

“Two hours, it gets progressively maddening. At first one can try to speak or answer what is asked. After that it is variable how long it takes for the need to become the sole focus. If nothing is done in two hours then its too far gone and well...” 

He had limited time, he could not gamble any further. Steve opens his eyes, tugging at the restraints to catch the attention of the captors. 

You hear the rattling, you look up at Steve another pang through your core. 

“Steve—,” 

“Ah, Captain. Welcome to the land of the waking, you were out for just under an hour. Now who is this sweet little needy thing with you?” The man asks, stepping closer to you. 

Steve growls, “Stay away from her.” he warns. 

The man raises his hands in defence, “She’s a little needy Captain,” he walks back toward Steve away from you, “Why so possessive?” 

Steve bites his tongue, “She’s mine.” he grits out. 

“I see and why is she yours?” 

He can’t tell them, they would exploit you but his will is crumbling swiftly and his mind is compelling him to speak, “I love her.” 

“Hm, it seems she needs you, Captain.” The man grins, walking back to you. His palm touches your scalp as he pulls your hair back. You want to recoil but the touch is soothing some of the ache. You look at Steve, pleading.  

“I could fill in.” He says suggestively.

You try to shuffle away but the grip on your hair tightens. 

“Don’t you fucking dare touch her!” Steve bellows as his thumb approaches your lips, “What the fuck do you want?” He pulls against the restraints, almost snarling. 

“I want to know where my Soldat is, tell me.” The man demands, leaving you. The words register as does the scent of cigarettes you recoil. You feel your mind working again, clearing the need to be fucked. 

“Steve don’t,” you warn him, he couldn’t sell out Bucky whatever this was, it wasn't worth ruining his life again, “I’ll deal with this…” you bite back the pained whimper. 

Steve stares at you, eyes wide and with an emotion you can’t place. 

“Oh but you know what is wrong with her don’t you Captain?” The man demands and you look to Steve, “Tell her the truth that burns your veins, Captain.” 

Steve wants to lie, wants to cushion you, “Truth serum?” He looks at the man who nods.

“Brilliant isn’t it? You’re compelled to tell me whether or not she chooses to be saved. You’re on a time limit.” The man taps his watch. 

“It’s a sex pollen.” Steve informs you, you stare at him. 

“That, that's why I need?” Your insides churn and your clit pulses as you watch Steve lick his dry lips before he continues to speak. The small insignificant action has your body wanting to be devoured. 

“Yes, and if you don’t get release, it’s fatal.” 

Silence stretches on the footfall of the three others has stopped, they watch the show play out. The consequences and the outcomes weighed. 

“Fight it, don’t tell them. It's not worth it.” You whisper. 

“Poppet you cannot say that. I am not risking your life!” Steve yells, pulling at the restraints again. 

“You can’t have him at risk again!” 

“I won’t let you die!” 

“You already left me for the dead once! You chose him once. Just fucking do it again!” You seethe, your skin clammy and you just want this suit gone. The material irritates you. 

Steve gapes at you, “I, I didn’t—,”

“Save it.” 

“As much as I enjoy a lover’s quarrel. Where is Soldat?” The man interrupts. 

“Gone.” Steve answers, “Poppet, please,” 

“Don’t fucking tell them!” You demand, “Consider it my last wish! Fight the damn truth serum.” 

“You are not dying.” Steve grits out. 

“Where is he, where is Bucky Barnes?” The man lands a punch to Steve’s face. His hair falls forward, slowly Steve looks up at the man. Rage colouring all his features. 

“I will let you help her. Just tell me where Bucky is, Captain.” The man promises. Steve considers, you begin to yell no at him. 

“He’s in the United Kingdom.” 

“Are you insane?!” You slump to the ground, “Do you have any fucking idea what have you done?” 

The man walks over and slaps you, “Shut the fuck up! You want a cock so fucking bad you fucking bitch in heat, I’ll give you one!” 

Steve snarls, wrapping the chain around his own palm and tugging hard until it breaks away from the wall. The man turns, gun cocked and ready, it's grabbed out of his hand by Steve. He looks at the man dead in his eyes before delivering the fatal shot.

You look up at Steve, as the man drops to the floor between the two of you. 

Steve watches the other three scramble about, he quickly fires the shots, he keeps one person alive. 

He grabs the other chain, yanking it with all his strength. It gives way. 

“Where is the shield?” He walks over to the man on the ground, pleading in pain. 

A shaking hand rises, pointing to the vault. 

“Access code?” Steve picks him up and takes him to the keypad. 

The man enters it crying when Steve presses on the open wound, “Don’t fucking pull any stunts.” 

You watch as the doors part and the shield stays there as a momento. 

You blink when everything goes out of focus. You blink again. Heat spreads over your body goosebumps raise across. 

Your thighs clench and you squirm trying to get some friction to release the ache. Tugging at the restraints is maddening. They don’t relent when you try to manoeuvre but no position provides any respite and you sob out as the frustration grows. 

“Poppet.” A warm voice calls out, you whimper. The hold on your right arm loosens and your hand reaches for the tactical suit. You had to get it off. You needed to get it off. 

You blink and watch as Steve’s hand stops yours, you push at him. 

“Please,” you whimper as another cramp takes over. 

“You smell so sweet baby.” He groans, the sound urges you on, you guide his hand to where you need him. 

His warm palm cups you the fabric of your suit soaked Steve hears your sigh of relief. 

“Going to take care of you Poppet, but you need to hold on for me okay?” Steve assures, breaking out your left arm as well. 

“Steve please,” you beg again, your mind screaming at your body, your hips move making you grind onto his palm. Your smaller palm wrapped around his wrist not letting him pull away. 

“Fuck,” He groans, pushing you against the corner and undoing your suit’s zipper, you don’t face him palms braced against the wall. Steve’s warm calloused palm is as though cold respite to your heated skin. 

He doesn’t waste time, fingers running over your folds, palm pressing against your clit. Your head tilts back resting against his shoulder, mouth parted moans leaving you. 

Steve presses his fingers into you, two thick digits and your walls clench around him he almost wishes he’d fuck you right there. 

“Fuck this pussy remembers who she belongs to doesn’t she?” Fingers curve finding the spot he very well could have placed. Stars line your vision as he hits the spot over and over, fingers curving.

“Right there Steve!” You cry out your ass rocking against him, pressing onto his cock. He keeps his thrusts hard and fast, palm rubbing your clit in the most delicious of ways. His grunts fill your senses.

Pleasure thrums from his touch to your body, your back arching as his fingers drive deeper and deeper into you. Your walls are gripping them back in not wanting him to stop. 

“I know sweet Poppet. I know what makes her weep for me. I’m going to taste you. But first you’re going to make a mess on my hand alright?” He instructs filthy words offset by the sweet kisses placed against your forehead and cheek. 

His other hand cups your breast playing with your nipple. Your hands fall from the wall, gripping onto his nails leaving indents on his skin. Steve watches your chest constrict, your voice choke off, eyes rolling back as your orgasm crashes into you. 

His fingers keep moving, riding your orgasm out, your walls quivering around him the sensitivity of your clit as it pulses. Some of the haze clears but the need just returns tenfold.

“Steve, please, I can’t, can’t wait—,” 

His lips are on yours, cutting you off, your suit pushed down further without breaking away from the kiss.

The shield clatters to the floor, his suit haphazardly discarded. Steve’s hands explore your body, remembering the planes he explored before. The love he whispered across your skin. Marking you with his touch, his lips, his seed.

“Wanna see you,” You want to turn, he grabs your hands pinning them to the wall. 

“No one gets to see you this way but me.” He growls, you feel his hard cock move between your thighs. His larger body covers yours, shielding you, watching over you. 

When your thighs clench around him,  Steve hisses, “Going to fill you up, sweet girl.” he coos. 

Inch by inch Steve’s length stretches you, your back arches. The relief the stretch of his cock brings is unlike anything else you’ve felt before. 

“You can take it, made for my cock aren't you?” He stills inside you, throbbing as your walls clench around him. He moans biting down on your shoulder the feel of you decadent, unable to be given justice by his mind.

“Heaven. Pussy feels so good, baby. Missed you so much.” He grunts, you push back against him needing him to move, “hands around my neck.” He orders, leaving your hands.

You wrap them around him, holding onto his now longer hair, soft between your fingers. Your mind remains you of the soft moments when he laid in your lap and your fingers combed through these locks.

Steve pulls you out of your thoughts with the snap of his hips. His palms gripping your waist anchoring you to him. Skin slapping against skin, his cock feels so good you could sob, the need turns into embers, your thirst being quenched. 

Each delicious, deep stroke moves you towards sweet bliss. You hear your name in an echo of his name. Steve watches the wall you mould against him, as countless times before. Your heart may have put up walls but your body left no space.

The way he sees the telltale signs of your orgasm he brings his right hand towards your apex, timing his rough circles on your clit to his thrusts. The sensations blooming become too much, your body alit with flames of pleasure, Steve moans as your walls begin to milk him just as your orgasm shatters through you.

He keeps his thrusts going, pumping into you. The arousal that spills onto your thighs, the mix of you and him. 

“One more.” He demands, fingers coated with the mix of the two of you, his marked fingers brought back to your clit, you cry out in ecstasy. 

The blissful haze clears, everything returning to you. The mission, the power, you can’t, you can’t, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve–,

“Right here my sweet poppet, you will give me one more. You know I'm greedy.” He reasons, only increasing his pace, you thrash in his hold. Lips find the sweet spot of your neck.

It’s your undoing, you cum around him yet again. Crying out his name, tugging on his hair. Aftershocks moving through you. He holds you up, pressing kisses to your forehead, temple, cheek, jaw and shoulders. 

Grounding you, palms moving over you after he brings his coated fingers to taste them. Your head lols against his shoulder, you reach for his jaw, placing a soft kiss. Steve smiles at the familiar gesture. 

Helping you get dressed he follows as well. You’re lifted into his arms and carried to the quinjet.

As it had turned out Bucky wasn’t in UK it was a precautionary measure they came up with to secure Bucky from any life threatening attempts. The guilt you had harboured lessened.

Steve had stayed away from you, once Tony and Bruce cleared you of any remnant pollen he took his leave. Avoiding you as he had after the elevator confrontation. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

As much as you felt as if you were an emotional fool for considering the thought of wanting to approach him, you missed him. Terribly. 

You knew your walls were useless against the one man who you had given your jagged heart to, the blue eyes you had drowned yourself in multiple times. Whether it was when he found your gaze across the room or when you were pressed against him.

Your feet carried you after three days to his door. Your hand shook when you knocked. Thoughts swirling through your mind insecurities gaining fleet. 

The door opens, Steve’s eyes widen then his brows furrowed with worry, then fall to the still fading love bite that  he placed on your collarbone. You shift your weight to either side. Hands fiddling with the hem of your top.

You look down at your feet, Steve’s palm cups your cheek. 

Your eyes meet their old home of blue.

“I want to listen.” You manage to say, his pink lips stretch into a familiar smile.

He steps to the side inviting you further into his room.

-x-x-x-x-

[avelera]

I am never going to be over what the movies did with Steve and Tony's dynamic, because- listen, listen. The reason Civil War was (supposed to, it was kind of a hot mess) hit so hard in the comics was that these two were *best friends* and had been for decades of comic time. In the movies, they never are friends, so Civil War is just two colleagues who never really got on, and not the devastating tearing apart of a long-established friendship group.

Dude I literally burst out into like... outraged, furious laughter in the theater when Tony said, "I thought I was your friend?" because, umm, footage not fucking found?

I completely get and respect the comic readers here for whom Steve & Tony and Steve/Tony were, in fact, the best of friends! But the MCU never ever actually showed it.

To cram that line, which felt lifted from the comics, into the MCU was genuinely laughable. How could Tony possibly think he compares to what we've seen of Steve and Bucky's relationship, since childhood even if you don't ship them, as the only person Steve has left from his entire life pre-WWII? How could Tony possibly think he compares except through the lens of a galaxy sized ego and being totally self-involved to the exclusion of all else? How could any work colleague, since that's what they are at best when not outright antagonists to each other in the MCU, think they'd compare to a childhood friend in danger, that Tony is actively putting in danger? Who Tony is blaming for the death of his father despite the fact they've got piles of evidence that Bucky was a mind-controlled prisoner of war being actively tortured at the time?

It's literally staggering, it beggars belief that this line was uttered. And wildly enough, it's not even my least favorite line in Civil War. (That one goes to Vision's stupid fucking comment about how strength invites challenge, basically victim-blaming the superheroes for having villains, which only possibly makes any sense if you ignore Thor, the greater galaxy, all of the infinity stones, and basically every other part of the MCU timeline before Steve Rogers got the serum, Christ that line makes me mad.

Oh, and the line about Tony just handwaving signing the accords because their lawyers can fix it later as the most boneheaded line of insane privilege I've ever heard. Kids, never fucking sign something just because you can supposedly fix it later, christ it's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.)

ANYWAY, I have major beef with Civil War's logic. It never should have happened where it did in the MCU. Cap 3 should have been dedicated to its original plot before they found out RDJ was staying on in the MCU and they had the pieces to make Civil War (the original was the hunt for Bucky and an examination of Captain America's legacy through the lens of Bucky killing off the pretenders the US government set up to be him over the years, and I still weep that we never got it) But I do honestly, deeply, have sympathy for comic fans and why they're mad about the Steve and Tony friendship never actually appearing on screen in any meaningful way.

Civil War shouldn't have happened then. Civil War is a plot you run now, when you've got the rights to the X-Men and too many damn characters running amok. Civil War would be perfect now for pairing down some of the ballooning MCU nonsense. The cast was literally not big enough circa Cap 3 to make Civil War. And I'm eternally bitter that they pivoted away from the smaller-scale Cap-centric movie we should have had and instead made another Avengers movie in its name.

[minweber]

" 'You know, Aristaeus-Theta, you are not like most tech-priests I've met before. Much more... free-thinking. Why is that? Are you some sort of youthful rebel among your kind?'

'Not quite, lord-captain. Age is a factor here, but it is the other way around - I am actually considerably older than most magi you'd meet today.'

'That's the first time I hear of age making anyone more open-minded.'

'And you still haven't. The march of time has only nurtured in me a conservative streak, as it tends to do. But me and many of my generation - we are the children of the last CBR, brought up in what one might call a more... liberal era of our kind.'

'The last what? I am unfamiliar with this abbreviation.'

'Cawl-Based Renaissance, my lord. How to explain...' "

So, going through the Genefather again, a bit that jumped out at me was one where Alpha Primus notes that Cawl seems to be approaching one of his "solitude phases". This manifests through him starting to divest himself of excess of followers and resources. Which I think is cool for two reasons.

Firstly, from the meta perspective, it seems like a sneaky laying of groundwork on Guy Haley's part, done so that any future Cawl stories can be written without having to constantly explain why he is having death-defying adventures on the ground somewhere with his sad psychic super son and nervous immortal not-husband, while literal legions of techpriests, skitarii and Taranis knights sit in the orbit above twiddling their thumbs.

But secondly, I love the lore implications of the idea that Cawl has these looong phases of either acting like the Archmagos Dominus and Prime Conduit of the Omnissiah, or just a lil' guy who chills in his lab doing his own thing. According to Primus, at the dawn of the 42nd millennium Cawl is in the process of switching from the former to the latter, which he does, among other ways, by slowly disbanding his court of weirdo followers which he has accumulated over the years. And Genefather specifically confirms this idea - one that seemed so natural to me but never was really validated before - that Cawl seems to act as a sort of rallying beacon for all manner of radicals, weirdos and malcontents within the cult Mechanicus. Weirdos that he, after one hot summer (or a few hundred years) of them all brewing together in this big pot of radical ideas, is in the process of releasing back into the wild...

Hey, isn't this a part of how - some would argue - the actual Renaissance started?

And with Cawl having apparently done this enough times for Primus to intuitively know the pattern, I can't help but imagine that, say, about every thousand years the galactic community of Adeptus Mechanicus get these spikes of radical and heretek activity. It causes tensions, purges, sometimes civil wars - but also a general liberalization of AdMech political climate for a time. Because if everyone is busy arguing about this particular attempt at pushing boundaries of the Lore by overly ambitious smartass of the week, a dozen less flashy projects can fly under the radar.

And with Mechanicus' love for recording of things - I also believe this pattern would be recognized! At least enough so that when Cawl emerges from another one of his "solitude phases", ready to present the galaxy with the hottest takes of M36, senior magi across the galaxy make a collective sigh and start preparing to deal with a fresh wave of bright-eyed mad science college graduates in a couple hundred years' time...

[jellymeduza]

1250 followers gift - take a peek at my medievalish fantasy game (part 1/?)

I've reached 1250 followers milestone way faster than I expected. Curiously enough, there was influx of new followers after I opened my poll regarding the gift. Has the promise of a showcase of my game lured you in? 😉

The showcase of my game won by the vast majority of votes. Hardly anyone wants me to build a lot. That is probably a right decision. xD

As my medievalish neighbourhood is much older than my modern gameplay, it'll be divided into more parts - there are more Sims, more backstories etc. Translations are going to be inconsistent once again, some names will be probably difficult to translate as some of them are made up to be puns and don't exist in the real world.

I'll start with explaining the rules and lore for this neighbourhood. This is my only neighbourhood that has any rules.

The kingdom is called "Ciemnogród", which can be literally translated into "Dark castle", but has also other meaning: it is used to depict a place or a group of people as superstitious, xenophobic, intolerant and of conservative beliefs. According to the Great Polish Dictionary it's a neologism created by Polish writer Stanisław Kostka Potocki. Wikipedia tells me that the word used in his work has been translated into "Dunceville" and let's stay by this option.

So, backstory for this neighbourhood is that there are two royal houses in the kingdom: Dariuses (red banner) and Claudiuses (blue banner). The houses have fought over the throne, leading the kingdom nearly into a collapse. Economic repercussions of that civil war are felt by every social class: nobility is even scarcer, once prosperous merchants dress not much wealthier than those who used to be middle class merchants. Crime is on the rise.

August the Mad of house Claudius and Konrad the Ginger of house Darius decided to put an end to the madness started by their fathers and agreed to diarchy. Moreover to make the houses more bound, they agreed that their eldest sons would marry their daughters. After the marriage daughters are allowed to keep wearing the colours of the house of their maiden name. Additionally, the third child of each couple, should they have so many children, shall wear the colours of its mother's maiden name house.

The problem is that the kings who signed the pact are dying out and their children can hardly remember the atrocities of the war as it was ended when they were still very young. The royal children, soon to become co-rulers are hungry for power and co-ruling brother-in-law can be an obstacle. Not to mention that the loyalties of their wives are uncertain - will they choose houses of their maiden names or houses of their husbands should a new war start?

Humans and supernatural creatures live in peace, however supernaturals are not allowed to live within city walls. They can own a business and work in the city. The only exception are witches and wizards who can live in the city. Royals respect wizards as they are useful servants and make good advisors. Some people speculate there are more reasons why wizards are treated favourably, especially by the Dariuses - it is said there's a blood curse cast on the house, hence some of its members have red eyes (e.g. Konrad the Ginger and his daughter Fiona). Some say it were the wizards who cast it and Dariuses in fear went lenient on wizards. Other say wizards played a positive role and earnt the privilege by fighting off the curse, red eyes being curse's last remnant.

The kingdom is divided into sections. At the center there is royal district. Between the castle of Claudiuses (on the left) and the castle of Dariuses (on the right) there are gardens of reconciliation, built to commemorate the end of civil war. Opposite the gardens there are public baths.

The main part of the city is filled with merchants' houses and their businesses. It is also inhabited by wizards, monks, knights and beggars. There's the central town square, a church, a library, a pub, training fields, fisher's shop, buthcer's shop, tailor's shop, potter's shop, greengrocer's and a store with magical artefacts.

The third part is only partially a part of the city as it is divided from the rest of the city by inner city walls, but is has its own city walls as well: it is the seashore. The only living family in this part of the city are the fishermen (who when fish don't want to be caught resort to piracy). There's also a public beach with docks.

Now onto parts of kingdom that aren't parts of the city. There are woods outside the gate guarded by a noble family of knights. In the forest lives a family of werewolves and a family of bigfeet. Further towards the borders of realm there's a settlement of fairies and elves - they are uninterested in the affairs of humans and tolerate the short-lived specimen as long as they don't bother them too much. They are also suspicious of elves of other settlements.

In this part of map can be found a cemetery just outside the gate, a lake, fairy park and a forest.

Last but not least, rural area on the other side of the city. It is inhabited by a family of an elf of another settlement than the forest elves and a plantsim. In the furthest part of the are there's a single man who is trying to run away from responsibilities (and the consequences of his actions).

There are some empty settlements busy with farmers before the war. The only public lot in this part is a wooden temple.

There's also university district and vacation destination - far east. I'll show them once I'm done with the main map.

I hope you'll find the journey through my neighbourhood interesting. 😊

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

[dykeseesgod]

what well its just that you havent spoken to me in years except to call me a faggot or to dislocate my shoulder and you know what else is missing besides an attentive listener a segue i suppose forgive my bluntness please dont hit me but i could giv two shits about you or your vacant mind or your morbid curiosities or your dead fucking dog so why dont you just leave i never dislocated your shoulder according to my doctor you did in shop class last spring you twisted my arm behind my back and said you wouldnt let go until i said and i quote i like to get it up the ass i was just playing around with you oh that makes me feel so much better you know through my screams and the searing pain i can definely recall hearing laughter any way i can contribute to the fun of the group we were just messing around with you fuck you cb id rather you say we beat the shit out of you because we cant stand you rather than youre just messing with me that implies light teasing or slightly oproprious behavior i havent eaten in the cafeteria in 2 years for fear of going home with some part of it smeared across my shirt i havent been to the bathroom on campus since my head got slammed into a wall i believe you were there i didnt do that well you didnt stop it either and the faculty doesnt care you know what im tired of hearing they only pick on you because of your own insecurities aw jeez mrs blank now that you said that my head doesnt hurt so much and people wonder why kids bring guns to school to shoot you fuckers down maybe youre not the bully but you stand idly by and watch and to me thats even worse so please just go youre being hostile and im just trying to have a conversation with you like a civilized i dont want to talk to you i just want to be left alone i dont need social pointers i just want an apology for the five minutes youve stolen from my day see this is why you dont have friends i think we both know why i dont have any friends oh dont be so melodramatic youre in here crying about a dead dog and im being melodramatic shut the fuck up about my dog ok or what youll hit me go ahead ill show you how people get hurt and dont run away to cry like a big fucking baby whats so funny asshole im sorry nothing i dont see anything to laugh at its nothing its just that i was scared of you for like a second im sorry no its ok i deserved it promise me you wont bring a gun to school i dont even know where id get one you were one of my best friends you all were i just dont get it can i be honest if its any consolation none of us knew what to say to you after your dad got arrested it was pretty awkward it was more awkward for me im sorry we werent there for you that means a lot see now youre being sarcastic again no i wasnt its hard to tell with you truce i wasnt fighting a war but sure truce are you i dont know ive never had sex so kinda hard to tell at this point what about my dad im not sure thats considered sex you remember how my dog used to howl when you played the piano yeah i always found it pretty annoying he was singing along what do you think happens to animals when they die they go to heaven you believe in heaven sure there has to be some reward for living through all this and you think there are animals there in heaven the wolf will live with the lamb the lion will lie down with the goat and the calf the lion and the yearling together and a child will lead them the cow will feed with the bear their young will lie down together and the lion will eat straw like the ox the infant will play near the hole of the cobra and the child will put his hand into the vipers nest but my dog killed a living thing wouldnt god be mad he was sick cb he couldnt help it you know they say a dog sees god in his master and a cat looks in the mirror i hate cats me too

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Thoughts on Steve Rogers ending?

I have an unpopular opinion, so don't come for me, because I'm warning you now: I don't care if you don't agree with me. You're allowed, and so am I, so don't get mad because I won't care.

I think there were only two ways Steve's story could have ended, and the way it ended was one of them. The other one was that he dies in battle.

Was it ideal?

No.

Am I okay with it because he got some form of happy ending?

Yeah.

Leave your head canon and fanon at the door, and JUST look at the movies. I don't want you to talk about Steve and Tony being heart eyes for each other, and I don't want you to talk about the Avengers all living in the tower together because that's all fanon.

His entire fucking story was miserably sad. He "dies" in the 40's, comes back in 2011, everyone he loves is either dead, or very nearly. Bucky has been brainwashed, and even when he's deprogrammed, they've spent so much time apart from each other that they don't even know each other as people anymore.

One of his three best friends (leave your fanon at the door, Steve and Tony were not besties in the movies. He had Sam, barely Bucky and Nat) fucking dies on Vormir.

This man spent so long trying to make it work, and was un-fucking-able, to the tune of Peggy's death in the prime timeline and Bucky being framed for terrorist activity kicking off what amounts to a nervous fucking breakdown.

Civil War was a nervous fucking breakdown. I mean, Steve was right not to sign the accords. The accords were horseshit, but he went hard because he was nuts.

So is him going back to the past and winding up with Peggy even though that makes no fucking sense re: the rules of time travel and weirdly fucks with Peggy's timeline in the MCU ideal?

No.

But I'll take it anyways, because holy fucking shit.

[louisdotmp3]

actually the most delicious undercurrent of this whole movie is that there is a clear distinction made between enhanced individuals and guys wearing suits.

and that really brings into focus the way the us government in particular want to own not just technology but some of these individuals. sure, we see congress getting mad at tony for not sharing his iron man tech. but that's a completely different animal to the way they talk about the people who they can't just manufacture themselves. and it's part state monopoly on violence and part this capitalistic urge to pick something apart and profit off of it, in this case profit off of it through use and expansion of the us empire.

but we see it throughout this whole saga, starting with steve in the 40s - the whole thing is they wanted to make a whole army of super soldiers and all they got was him. he goes into the ice leaving behind just 2 vials of blood that absolutely everyone wants to get their hands on - it's property of the us government! in the hulk secretary ross literally says as much about bruce banner - "as far as i'm concerned, that man's body is property of the us army." in the shield show you learn that shield has a list of all the enhanced people they know about in the world. in civil war secretary ross refers to thor and bruce as nukes that should be under the oversight of the us government.

so to me one of the most important parts of the accords is that here we have this document that regulates the activities of enhanced individuals, creating a whole new class of people. except some people can decide to leave that class if they simply take off their little suit (tony) while others will always be subject to it no matter what (steve)

[indoraptorgirlwind]

For indora (and if it's possible, Kit)

Thoughts about civil war?

Oh... we begin with the polemic civil war 😅

Before anyone read this, please remember this is just my point of view and you may have a totally different one. Please keep respectful with me, anon and everyone else in this.

Well, how do i start this? First of all, i wanna say i think both Steve and Tony were right and wrong, let me explain why:

First, i'll begin with Steve. First of all, for me it was right that he thought the accords were too strict and manipulative. Honestly, i doubt these accords were too human at all. What do i mean with this? That just by the fact of being heroes and being stronger than ordinary people, the avengers could have seen unhumanized by this, only seen as weapons they could use whenever they'd want. He was also right in protecting Bucky, i totally get it. It was his all time friend who we're talking about after all.

However, despite his good intentions and motives, i think Steve went too harsh with other friends of his. It is true that the accords were restrictive, i know. However, he may have been too focused on Bucky to try and deal with it. And i know Bucky is his best friend and was in risk of death. I know. However, Steve was perhaps doing wrong on not explaining correctly the situation to Tony. A person gets more hurt when you hide something to them for a lot of time that when you are sincere with them from the beggining. That's what i mean that Steve failed with.

Keeping with Tony and addressing earlier things. I think he was right in accepting. Why? Because he cared about his team and the people out there. He knew not signing could bring them the problems and persecution they would eventually get in the movie. He knew what Ross was capable of. And he also knew they had to ammend their own mistakes.

And while i get attacking Bucky was inmmoral, Tony just saw him killing his father and mother. They played an important part on his life, and despite his father's bad care, Tony loved him. And what hurts the more is that he never knew this until the recording. And even so Steve still tried to hide it. Tony also saw his friends get hurt in the airport battle, be them team cap or his. Just look at Rhodey. Of course he was going to get mad, everyone would. But please do not confuse with excusal of murder. It was wrong, but it was an impulse rather than a firm choice.

If i have something to say about him being wrong, is that he let his emotions and experiences make him believe it was all his fault. This drove him to extreme meassures to "prevent it" that at the end of the day ended up doing more harm that good.

CONCLUSION:

As i've said before, they were both right and wrong. They made mistakes, but they both meant it for good for their friends. This is not a hate post. I love both characters and i think they deserved better than what they got. Specially Tony. At the end of the day they're humans, and they make mistakes just like everyone.

Now you Kit!

Kit: "uhhhhh. Yeah. What Kit mun said"

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how would Benedict (or Anthony) react to a reader with a strong Southern accent (southern as in Texan). Let’s say she was daughter of a Baron, high society. Just curious to see if they would find her accent somewhat alluring.

Hi Nonny!

So this is actually a very difficult question to be honest, as the scenario you suggest would not really be possible. Full disclosure, you are not going to like me for the way I answer this. (sorry) :)

Without going into a long explanation of the British peerage and its history, in the Regency time period the child of a Baron would be very unlikely to have an accent that was not British or possibly French.

In that time period, the Texan or even Southern accent as we know it did not really exist. That evolved (according to documentaries I have watched) after the American Civil War, which was much later. At that time the land we now know as Texas was owned by Spain then Mexico. It did not become a part of the union of United States until after the Regency time period (1840s I believe - someone correct me if I’m wrong on that).

Generally, from what I understand, Regency attitudes to the Americas, certainly among the aristocracy, was a place to be looked down on. Remember in the previous fifty years the Americans had turn coated from British rule lol. The United States were seen as a place to own land/exploit/gather resources/make a fortune, but not desirable to live if you were from the upper echelons of British society. Think Jack Featherington and his running away there after his disgrace haha. So generally, British society looked down on American society for many, many years beyond the Regency era.

I’m sure that is VERY boring and not AT ALL what you wanted me to answer lol.

But, given all the context above, I honestly don’t know how to answer this question? I’m so very sorry, please don’t be mad at me. :)

[unioncolours]

I would love to know the answers to 6, 48, and 50 on that post you reblogged 😊

Also, Happy New Year again ❤️

Thank you so much Barb for writing me <3

Number 48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

The last fic I read a chapter of was ch7 of SpicedGold's When All Is Said And Done, and obviously I will recommend it 💖

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

I choose to modify question 23: What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

To that I will say I would like to get more self-confident with the wlw-fics and write more of those. My own opinion of my fics rolls between deep pride and love and then embarrassment and shame. At times I feel ashamed for breaking up amazing canon couples for it, at times I feel ashamed for showing that part of me at all. I want to work on those concepts more!

And finally 6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

Well, dear Barb, I actually wrote an entire scene of no one cries for unknown soldiers after the fic was published, which I haven't ever edited in.

To read the missing scene which gives some facts about that universe, click read more ❤⬇

“That metaphor was born when I discussed politics with Yashamaru,” Rasa said. “In fact, he was the one who told it to me, right after H*itler became the chancellor. But it seems like the poison broke him down at last.” He put the olive in his mouth and chewed slowly, jaw working intensely. “And now there won’t be a body to bury. If I would travel there, I would not be coming back, I’m sure. Soviet would take me.”

They both stared at the candle they had lit. One single candle burning for Yashamaru. One single candle burning for the millions of people lost since the madness begun. Now all the suffering would be paid back.

“I understand,” Temari finally said and silently gave Yashamaru a goodbye inside her head. 

It was no lie she had thought about what life she would have had if her family had never moved. If she even would have survived the war. Maybe she would have been conscripted to the Volksturm when the war imploded on itself, maybe she would have worked in a factory to get materials and weapons out to the army, maybe she’d be a teacher for the H*itlerjugend.

And hopefully, she would have been blissfully unaware of the ugly truth.

But, with a general father, she knew she would probably not have been unaware. She would maybe have known. It felt at least like a relief now to know that she hadn’t personally known of the genocides. It was as if she wanted to keep her hands clean from that guilt, even with the blood of her one hundred and fifteen confirmed kills.

“Why… why did you move away?” she asked. “Why did we leave Berlin?”

Rasa looked at her, clearly a bit surprised at the question. He stared down at the candle before clearing his throat. Secrets didn’t matter anymore. 

“When the Great War was raging over the continent, on western fronts, on eastern fronts, in trenches and for the first time in the air, my father was assigned a very different task,” Rasa said. “Do you know why Finland never became a communist state?”

Temari knew. That was common, but oh so painful, knowledge for the natives. She hadn’t ever been part of disagreements that were remnants from the civil war, and had only shrugged her shoulders. All of her friends had been either Whites or immigrants after all.

“Because the Whites defeated the Reds and bolsheviks in the civil war,” she said. 

“And do you know why the Whites won? Because they asked Germany for aid,” Rasa said. “My father was one of the generals who accepted the task. He took me with him.”

Temari stared at her father’s face, deeply concentrated to be able to hear everything he said. She wrinkled her forehead.

“Took you with him?”

“As a messenger boy and to help him make up plans,” Rasa said and Temari’s face was confused enough that he on his own accord raised his voice. “I was a messenger boy.”

Temari realised that her grandfather had done the exact same trick as Rasa himself did. Rasa’s father had sent his older son to the western front to die against France, and taken the younger boy with him to save him and to protect the family name. Rasa had sent Kankuro to the eastern front and sent Gaara to safety.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

“We spent five months in Helsinki in 1918,” Rasa explained. “I didn’t understand a word of what anyone was saying, but their schemes and way of coming across reminded me of our own people a bit. I followed my father everywhere and after the summer we returned home. As a thank you from the winning White side, my father got an account at a Finnish bank and he stored some of his savings there, in Finnish marks. And when the Treaty of Versailles was signed, I understood the importance of having money outside our own German bank. You were arriving that summer, right into a political situation when…” 

He looked up, face dark.

“When Germany was punished for a world war the first time,” he finished. “Debted, ruined, humiliated and poor. I had no intention of moving away. I wanted to see my country flourish. I wanted to help rebuild. But money is money, and the economy was struggling. My father’s money in the Finnish bank was tempting, and when both you and Kankuro were small, we originally moved with the idea for me to work on the Finnish side to receive a salary in Finnish marks, to start saving and insure our future. The German mark was barely worth anything.”

“You intended to return,” Temari stated.

“We did,” Rasa said. “But then your mother died.”

Both of them fell in silence, not wanting to touch that topic, preferably not ever.

“Yashamaru wanted her buried in Berlin,” Rasa said. “And maybe she would have wanted to be buried in her homeland. I understand that. But the idea to ship her embalmed corpse in some… cargo ship… I didn’t want to, couldn’t stand the idea. Yashamaru was furious at me when she was laid to rest here. It was a wonder he even showed up at the funeral.”

“I only remember that I was freezing so much during the funeral,” Temari said. “It was a cold February.”

“And so, I chose to renew our permits of residencies when our first ones were about to expire,” Rasa just replied. “It felt like betrayal to leave her here, while we would move home, leaving her grave to turn into a jungle of weeds. I had already a good job here and Gaara’s situation complicated everything.”

He didn’t continue after that.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Becoming Spider-Man - Chapter Seven Peter Parker Makes a Move

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Peter Parker & Tony Stark (IronDad)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> In which Peter Parker has to move out, and Tony doesn't know how to deal with his Feelings.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 2938

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (T) None applicable.

𝐀/𝐍 -> All of this has been post-Civil War, of course. This chapter is about something that, canonically, happened about two months after signing the Sokovia Accords, and which much of the team was not present for. Yup. I know, I know. My timeline is squiffy. It's fine. Oh, also, the whole Civil-War-forgiveness thing happened already – wanted a full attendance! Don't come for me. This chapter is split into two, because it was getting long, our bad. Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Cute divider by @/sweetmelodygraphics!

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My room looked wrong.

The last of the boxes had been carted off midmorning, leaving Tony and I to do a last sweep before we made our way to the compound.

But standing in the space previously designated my bedroom, looking around at the plain walls and the wood beneath my feet, I wasn't ready to leave.

Tears pricked at my eyes despite myself, and I sniffed loudly, the sound echoing in the empty room.

"You ok, kid?"

I turned at the sound of Tony's voice, offering him a weak smile. "I guess. It's just… This is where I became me, you know? It's where it all started."

He moved to my side, clapping a hand on my shoulder as he faced the space. "It may be where you started, Peter – but it's not you. You can be sad about leaving, but you should be excited, too. A whole new environment, with a bunch of your fellow Avengers around for you to pester. A new neighbourhood for you to friendly-Spiderman."

He grinned down at me, and I couldn't help but laugh.

We sat in the last remaining car, procrastinating to avoid leaving. The silence was heavy, and I knew that Tony was reflecting on his time here just as much as I was.

"She's been good to us," I murmured eventually, dipping my head respectfully. Tony nodded in agreement, pausing once more before fitting the key into the ignition, the engine roaring to life around us.

"She has. But the compound will be good for you too, kid. Like I said – plenty of opportunities that you don't have here. And I… I want that, for you. It's safer, and outside the city, and… And it's the sort of place I'd rather you live, not a dusty bachelor pad with just a lonely old man for company." His voice cracked on the last word, and I turned in my seat to look at him as he pulled out of the lot, startled by his self-deprecation.

"Mr. Stark… I've loved living with you!" I protested passionately, and he half glanced toward me, offering me a soft smile.

"I know, kid. But that doesn't mean you don't deserve better." My mouth moved wordlessly, and I felt my cheeks flush an impassioned pink. "And you're not old," I muttered, sullen and entirely at a loss of how to counter his argument. Tony laughed, reaching across to tousle my hair fondly.

"Thanks, kid. But compared to you, I'm ancient."

The compound, while enormous, was nestled amongst wide, open space, punctuated occasionally by small groves dotted along the side of the road and out into the fields before merging into a concealing forest. The complex itself was astounding, made of sharp angles and glass walls – albeit ones likely strong enough to withstand a nuclear blast. I knew Tony had spent a long time renovating before we made the move, so I was sure to gush accordingly, nose pressed to the glass.

"I can see the ocean, Mr. Stark! Is there a beach? You know, I've never been to the beach. Lived in New York all my life, and it's right on the coast, but I've never been to a real beach. How mad is that? Oh, it's so cool! Do they all live here? Will we see Captain America? I still gotta apologise to him, do you think he's still mad at me?" I paused then, feeling the enthusiasm seep from my bones into the cradling leather of my seat. "… Do you think they're all still mad at me? What if they don't want me here?"

Tony pulled up by the entrance before turning to me, removing his sunglasses to meet my gaze. "Nobody's mad at you, Peter. And this is my place, and you're my kid. You go where I go, no questions asked." His tone was firm and protective, and I couldn't help but smile weakly. His kid. "And besides, we already had a team meeting. It's fine." "You… The Avengers had a meeting about me?" I repeated, dumbfounded. He smirked in response as we clambered from the vehicle, draping a casually supportive arm over my shoulders. "Of course, Peter. Speaking of which…" He led me into the foyer, the magnificent wall of glass looking out across the lot barely drawing his eye as I ogled. Everything was black and white, silver and sharp lines; in essence, everything looked incredibly expensive. "You're getting older, and stronger. And – with my help – I think you can be a real asset to the team." "The… T-the team?" I questioned breathlessly, stunned by the whirlwind. "Do you… Are you…" He nodded once, waving a hand to part glass doors before us, a metal capsule whirring to life as we entered. "The Avengers. They – we – think you're ready to start getting you feet wet, kid. We think you're ready to become an Avenger – officially." The metal opened to reveal a darker suit than my own, the extended arachnid legs edged with gold splayed across deep crimson. I simply blinked, struck to silence. "…Well?" he prompted after a moment, turning me to face him. I blinked back my pricking tears and sniffed, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. "M… Mr. Stark… I'd be honoured," I murmured, stunned, and he broke into a broad, childlike grin.

The compound was large enough from the outside, but the inside still sprawled further than I had thought possible, twisting and turning and folding in on itself to create seemingly endless spaces - a feeling only enhanced by the layers of sub-basement out of sight from the exterior.

The ground floor was mostly made up of the standard amenities – a lounge or two, a colossal kitchen, and several larger meeting rooms. There were several staircases that wound their way through the levels of the building, but perhaps the most impressive of these was the grand, elegant flight that connected the ground and first floors of the library. I resisted the urge to lose myself in the endless rows, instead allowing my hand on the sleek banister to guide me upwards.

A winding corridor led past several closed doors, each differentiated from the next by a small, irrefutable plaque on the wall. "Bedrooms," Tony offered with a grunt, waving a dismissive hand, "for the freeloaders. We have a strict privacy rule – make sure you knock before going in. It's a small thing, but it means a lot, I guess."

I simply nodded in response, following my guardian through the hall, eyeing up the names etched into the brass.

Clint Barton.

Steve Rogers.

Natasha Romanoff.

I swallowed around the lump in my throat, slowly realising the reality in which I found myself. All these heroes… "What have I ever done to deserve to be here?" I murmured under my breath. Tony half-turned, frowning.

"You helped me when I needed it, Peter. You got involved in a fight that wasn't yours to worry about, without hesitation. You've earned your place here, just as much as everyone else. And you were the only one who never needed to – except me, of course," he added with a wry grin. I chuckled nervously, feeling my palms sweat despite his reassurances.

The tour continued into the lower levels, with the first basement level dedicated to labs and a medical bay, while the second seemed largely recreational, with a gym and home cinema, but with the surprising addition of a formal meeting space.

"This is where all of the big talks happen," Tony explained, opening the door wide enough to show me a large, curved table. "It's mostly reserved for the most serious of matters – doesn't get much use."

I nodded again, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "…And us? I mean, I didn't see our names, y'know, upstairs. Where do we sleep? Not that I mind sleeping on a sofa," I added, shrugging my backpack higher on my shoulder, laden with my most precious possessions.

Tony's smile was gentle as he turned back toward the elevator without a word, leaving me to follow in his wake.

There was only one button left unpressed, and Tony pushed it decisively, the doors sliding quietly shut as the ring of light turned green.

B3.

Home.

The decent was short but felt eternal, my heart hammering in my chest. I'd no idea what stressed me so, but there was an undeniable anxiety building within me as the elevator eventually came to a smooth halt. From the corner of my eye, I saw Tony's gaze flick to me, watching and waiting for my response.

But words failed me as the doors eventually opened. The entrance room was a lounge of sorts, dominated by an expansive black sofa, a low table nestled close to the curve of the L-shaped furnishing. But it wasn't this that drew my eye – my gaze went instead to the image played out on countless screens coating the wall. It was a moving, living representation, an intricate jungle, entirely believable. It was difficult to remember that we were in New York, below ground level, rather than in the depths of the Amazon. As I watched, vibrant birds arced across one wall, disappearing as they rounded a tree.

"Tony…"

He shook his head wordlessly before nodding me forward. "Explore first. Check out the space. I'll be back in ten, ok? Just gotta check in with the team."

It was in that way that I found myself gazing around my new bedroom, entirely speechless once more. The impressive mural of the previous room was continued here – and, I'd found, in Mr. Stark's own, though there it showed a shimmering ocean.

My new room was easily twice the size of my last, and far more decorated; there were drawers pushed up to the moving walls, a dark mahogany that blended seamlessly with the environment, similar to the plush, moss-like carpet beneath my feet. Even the sheets continue the theme, I'd noted wryly as I dropped back against emerald silks.

A soft knock on the auburn door sent me bolting upright, clearing my throat to clear the emotional lump formed during my exploration. "Yeah?"

Tony's head appeared through the gap, a shy grin gracing his features. "So?"

I laughed lightly, beckoning him inside. "It's amazing," I gushed as soon as he sat opposite me. "The walls. The carpet. The walls. It's so creative; how did you think of it? It must have been a lot of work," I added, struck by sudden guilt at the idea of him having even more to do just to cater to me.

He only smiled, shaking his head. "I just… Wanted to make it nice for you. But if there's anything I can do to make you more comfortable, just let me know."

I chuckled again, flopping once more onto the impossibly soft linens. "It's perfect, Tony." I let out a yawn as I stretched luxuriously, weary bones creaking under the strain. "I have a feeling I'll sleep well tonight!"

He snorted, reaching out to ruffle my hair fondly. "You can go to bed if you want… But there is a kitchen full of Avengers upstairs who have been looking forward to meeting you. Wait for me!" he added, raising his voice to call after me as I barrelled to my feet, skidding around the doorframe in my enthusiasm.

The way to kitchen escaped me once I reached the foyer, and I pirouetted in a panic, eyes wide and anxious.

They must think you're so rude – they're superheroes! How can you keep them waiting?!

"Peter… Peter!" Tony was panting lightly as he reached my side, grasping my arm gently and stopping my frantic rotations. "Kid, calm down."

"They're waiting for me, Mr. Stark. I shouldn't keep them," I murmured desperately. He held my other wrist, dipping his head to meet my wheeling gaze.

"Peter, calm down. It's fine. They're just hanging out. When, or if, you get there is totally up to you. There's no pressure. Just relax, kid." His voice was soothingly soft, and I hiccupped a reluctant breath past steel lungs. "There you go. You alright?"

I nodded hesitantly, dropping my eyes. "S-Sorry, Tony. I just… I don't want to be a burden."

He offered me a fond smile, reaching up to tousle my hair. "You could never be a burden, Peter. Not for me, and not for the team." He released my other arm, grinning reassuringly. "Shall we try this again?"

I merely nodded once more, falling into step behind my mentor as he led his way through the complex maze of corridors. His pace was confident and unfaltering, while I dragged my own heels like a petulant child. I shook myself bodily, speeding up to walk by his side. If Tony wasn't nervous, I wouldn't be either.

The first thing I saw was the unmistakable black suit encompassing a lean body perched atop a counter, a steaming mug clasped between deceptively delicate fingers between her knees as she engaged in impassioned conversation with the man stood facing away from the door. Her eyes met mine over the curve of his shoulder, and the expression she held, somewhat akin to frustration, melted as she bounced to her feet.

"Peter! Good to see you again. We're all so happy to have you here." Her voice was soothing and gentle, but I couldn't help the stiffness that intruded upon my muscles. The last woman I'd spoke to – aside from MJ, but she was only my age, she didn't count – was May… And I knew better than most what the assassin before me could be capable of if she took the same offense to my existence. She'd been on the same side as me last time, but that was before she knew – before they all knew – about me.

"Um… Hi. Thanks. Hi," I squeaked, cursing the crack in my voice, hyperaware of every curve of my body despite the suit that smoothed the softness. "It's good to be here."

The man turned, Dr. Banner's unmistakable and infinitely kind gaze settling on me. "Hey, Peter. Nice to meet you," he added, a wry grin tugging at his lips. I smiled weakly in response, watching the scientist uncertainly. He was, perhaps, the most notorious of the group, even if the mild-mannered Bruce wasn't typically thought to be much of a threat. We've all seen the videos of the other guy – I'm glad I didn't have to face off against him! An image flashed behind my eyes of his giant green hands descending upon an unwitting spider, leaving only a smudge in their wake – but I shook my head to clear it quickly, cursing my lack of faith in the doctor. From Tony's stories, both Bruce and the Hulk were not the monsters they had been made out to be, and I put a lot of belief in my guardian's words.

The silver arm of the Winter Solider drew my eye next, and I swallowed dryly, remembering all too well the devastation that this man alone could cause. He simply nodded his greeting, watching me just as carefully, though not unkindly.

"Good to have you here, Mr. Parker," a smooth, all-American voice interjected, a hand reaching into my line of sight, offered politely. I took it in my own, feeling overwhelmed and in awe of the power I could feel in his grasp as I met the gaze of Steve Rogers – Captain America, and national hero. "How are you?"

Oh God. I stole his shield. I stole Captain America's shield. He's gonna kill me. God, he must hate me. Shit, shit, shit… "Shit," I added aloud, then felt my eyes grow wide, blood draining from my face. "No- I- Um. Sorry. So sorry, Captain Rogers. Mr. America. I, uh… Sorry," I stammered, the flush catapulting back to my cheeks in my mortification. He offered me a tender smile, releasing my hand, which I flexed unconsciously; I might be strong, but he had a hell of a grip.

"Steve. And you mind your language," he added warningly, a stern look flicking briefly across his features, chased by a broad wink as humiliation threatened to overwhelm me.

"Leave the poor child alone, Steven," a soft, chiding voice interrupted, perfectly measured and lyrical. I turned to the sound behind me, stunned into silence by the red-skinned man before me, golden gem shining in his forehead, his arm around the waist of a fire-haired familiar face.

"You… Must be Vision," I noted uncertainly, sparing a glance to the Scarlet Witch, unwilling and unable to recollect the extent of her power. He dipped his head respectfully, while his partner offered me a wordless smile, genuine but silent. The tense hush that followed led Tony to clear his throat, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

"How about we all get to know each other a little better? Main lounge, five minutes? Peter and I will get some drinks," he added, mercifully sparing me from more awkward pauses. "Get the others, if they're free."

The congregation murmured their assent, dissipating obediently, leaving me to blink owlishly as Tony moved about the suddenly empty space. "… Others?" I clarified, voice hitching embarrassingly.

He nodded easily, glancing my way as he placed several tumblers on the counter. "Legolas. Thumbelina. Pigeon. Point Break, if he's around, but who knows with that guy," he noted with a shrug. My mouth worked wordlessly at his casual teasing, profoundly stunned that he could light-heartedly refer to these people – these heroes – in this way, but deeply respectful of their dynamic.

Imagine having the stones to call the God of Thunder 'Point Break'.

[the-firebird69]

There are a few people that need to leave and I want to know now right now and you'll see what they're doing and I want them in a body bag and it'll be burned and put it on there too

-there's a few other things I don't like how they talk to me or him or relayed or anything he's a bum and we need that we need that curtailed. This guy is a serious piece of s*** okay he's more or less a zombie and a son needs to be able to push him away if he has to

-I've never seen anybody more lonely in my life than our son and this prick is cutting them off from everybody and we're not doing a damn thing I want people to wake up and do something about this situation with these two idiots he wants some out and dead in his ordered it he's waiting for it to happen

-we've done some work on it we need to do more I do insist that you didn't listen to the whole way they say why you've already told me what you did is the ruler stuff of what get criticize one person for telling me the truth which does not conform to what I ordered so I will say this I do understand what he's saying and it makes sense we'll have to do the thought out go right ahead the first thought was good enough. But I do hear what they said assign some people and get rid of them and I heard them say it a lot it's true and I do tons of good work but he says God help us if these two have any effect on society for real because what they do is really bad and they've had effects and we've been screaming about it it's not about personal need is that these people are terrorists so they're ordered to be gone yesterday it's disgusting they threaten me so many times I don't know how anybody watching can come cuz I can't and you're not the ones to be mad at but for Christ's sake with somebody to do their job here. So I said we took a break you know what we're going to get this job done we didn't take a break in coverage it took a break in our own attention because of course you have to because with this assholes doing. Come to think of it what he's been doing is causing us to go elsewhere so I wrote it down and I said this is for a major meeting and we had a meeting we focused on this guy and it's much appreciated he says. So I understand what you're saying you got the yell one and it's frustrating other people are affected by this person in his Stone age crap and we're going to get him. I deserve to yell that but I guess I said the wrong thing on purpose so I do and that's what he says. Hes unique person with dumb jokes but they are kind of funny you said if I was calling out lk a damsal a little distressed and imitating when that he'd be right there to save me.

So we do the job of course but he wants these two out of here we know why. They're horrible and they need to leave and really we need to just get rid of this idiots I'm sorry I'm West but there must be a system of some kind. Hey we have it in place and to take over area as we can and there's a huge war they plan. I guess I'll address it. And this civil war movie represents what the max want to happen they went to a little jerks to escape and go after the pseudo empire and it's kind of dangerous that's too many people. The pseudo empire would be running the Earth in accordance to the empire and we don't know if that's a good idea no it's not. We're aware of that the situation is bad here and it was trump it would not work right and he is going to get out it's going to try and take over the White House like 10 times and people go after him and after him and then finally nothing left of him. But also the pseudo empire has not lost that much in the Western hemisphere once again they had a battle and they have had been fighting responded mildly. And the more luck keep trying to attack they have lost their ships they're losing territory shortly and this is the empire State the pseudo empire is getting power. They're going to be extremely powerful soon with no contenders except for foreigners and have their hands full these jerks are going to get a fight by the warlock and minority warlock and it will take some time they're doing some research and that's the warlock and they are investigating the pseudo empire and checking them for their ships spaceships bunkers and weapons and ordinance capacities and so forth and did studies which is not normal. The civil several of their units have returned with information and are downloading it regarding the ships and they said it's amazing they've taken over our area and they're taking over our fueling just because I took our ships as they say this it's a lot of stuff for them to manage and spends about and they don't have time to make new fortifications and they say we're going to go up against our old stuff guy they don't have a chance. pseudo empire fleet is probably at about 1.3 trillion. And there are a few more ships for not many but a hundred billion. We have other aspects of this to consider. They're a very huge group no and they said this group is not huge and they have all these 7% or so and start to go to the numbers and finally they said we need those and all those in at some point that they want to try and do something as we've been speaking the empire is putting a shield up and that shield is going over to two big Islands New Zealand and Australia they're also put it in minority warlock areas and places you wouldn't expect this kind of remote is to protect their operation it is a huge huge deal it's massive that goes on every day and it is couldn't get much bigger was he pseudo empire as soon they'll have those islands in hand. There are a few aspects of this that are important. And after time before you want that stuff out of there it won't be able to move it I'll try real hard and I won't work the second part is these guys here these ships and they'll say we can use their ships to take the psuedo empire ships. And I'll try to take some fail and the pseudo empire will start aggressive stuff on the islands and both will start fighting them it's coming up very quickly we think within days. It's a huge deal and it's very important and we need people to know about it so we can post

Nuada Arrianna

Olympus

We shall post itnow

Thor Freya

[burnwater13]

Greef Karga holds his blaster pistols in the air as Cara Dune and the Mandalorian point their blaster pistols at him, outside of Nevarro City, on the planet Nevarro. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 7, The Reckoning. Calendar by DataWorks. Caption reads: You can gun me down here and now and it wouldn't violate the Code. But if you do, this child will never be safe. Attributed to Greef Karga.

Grogu didn’t share his thoughts with the Mandalorian, but he really wondered if Greef Karga could be trusted. First, he takes a cut of the bounty from the Mandalorian turning Grogu over to the ‘Client’. Then, after getting his cut, he gets all mad with the Mandalorian for changing his mind and going back and rescuing Grogu.

It’s not like the bounty hunter took that beskar slab back. According to his creed, he probably wasn’t supposed to give any beskar to the leader of the bounty guild to begin with. Did Karga actually give it back to the Client? Grogu didn’t think so. He knew that the guild leader didn’t give it back to the Mandalorian. 

Now, Greef Karga was trying to get himself out of a pile of trouble that he caused for himself and said he’d had a change of heart. Sure. It’s easy to have a change of heart when the people you hire to work for you are just as likely to betray you as the people you planned on betraying with their help. Uff! How could anyone live like that? It wasn’t like Greef Karga was the magistrate of Nevarro City. He was just the leader of the bounty hunters guild. 

Grogu had mixed feelings about bounty hunters. He liked the Mandalorian well enough given all his strange ways and resistance to change. Grogu had never seen a Mandalorian before that he knew of. Sure when he was really, really young, he might have met one or two, or not. He didn’t remember and no one told him stories about a meeting, so he assumed it had never happened.

He had learned a lot about Mandalorians at the Jedi Temple though. As sworn enemies (a strange thing for the Jedi to have considering they were supposed to be a force for good and balance in the galaxy, not mention the Sith occupied all the space most folks could have had for being concerned about an enemy), all Jedi were compelled to learn all about the Mandalorian Civil War, the Mandalorian Wars of Conquest, the Mandalorian Battle for whatever it was… Mandalorians were involved in a lot of battles, which Grogu expected was why they crossed paths with the Jedi so much. Whatever it was about, Jedi were taught about Mandalorians. 

They followed a Creed. They organized themselves into Houses, Clans, and Families. They had to obey the Mand’alor, who was the leader of all Mandalorians. Usually the person who was Mand’alor was the greatest warrior among all Mandalorians, as agreed to or proclaimed by the various Mandalorian Houses and their associated Clan leaders. But someone times the Mand’alor was who ever had a talismen that they won in battle, except for the first one who either created or found the talismen and used it as a symbol of Mandalorian authority. 

All Mandalorians were equal. Only the Mand’alor was stood above and apart. The Mand’alor could change the Creed. The Mand’alor could declare you ‘dar’manda’ or an outcast. The Mand’alor could make peace with an enemy. The Mand’alor could declare an ally an enemy. It was a lot of responsibility. And it was no small wonder that while all Mandalorians strived to follow the Creed, many took actions to set themselves apart. Armor styles, sigils, names, they were all ways to tell Mandalorians apart, even though they were all equal. Grogu had found that a bit baffling. 

Which brought him back to the problem of Greef Karga. Was he an enemy or an ally? He said the Code would allow the Mandalorian to end him right then and there, but the Code wasn’t the Creed. Mandalorians were loyal. They didn’t just throw people away. They also didn’t trust people who failed to meet their high standards. That was also a problem. To deal successfully they needed to work together as a team. 

It was a good thing that Grogu and Kuiil were with them. A Jedi was taught all about diplomacy and negotiations. Kuiil had worked for the Empire (unwillingly, but honorably) and knew how they thought and did things. Between the two of them they had broken Greef Karga’s resolve when he was injured by the reptavian the night before he gave the Mandalorian his little speech. Grogu had healed his wounds, much to the big man’s amazement. The Mandalorian had been proud of him and Kuiil seemed just a little bit smug. A perfect ‘I told you so’ smug without saying it out loud. Grogu had been impressed by that. 

If everything went to plan, well, Moff Gideon and the Client would find out that Jedi had back up plans for everything and when they worked with a Mandalorian they were a formidable team. 

“I have a plan. Kuiil, ride back to the Razor Crest with the child and seal yourself in.” 

What?! Oh, come on! That’s not fair! That wasn’t part of the plan. The original plan that is. How was Grogu supposed to keep an eye on Greef Karga? Or stop anyone from hurting the Mandalorian? Uff. Now he really knew how betrayal felt. Dank Farrik.

Greef Karga speaks to Cara Dune, The Mandalorian and Kuiil (both out of frame), while Cara Dune points her blaster pistol at the un-armed man. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 7, The Reckoning. Caption reads: Go on. You can gun me down here and now and it wouldn't violate the Code. Spoken by Greef Karga.

[madddddy]

I have a rant about two characters who I think have similar traits, and not in a good way.

Spoilers for the Harry Potter universe and Captain America Civil War, that’s your warning for spoilers, you can’t get mad at me for spoilers.

So, after talking with a friend in a discord server, I want to come here and talk about the terrible similarities between Dumbledore and Steve Rogers. Now on the surface, they don’t appear to have many, but if you take them from specifically CA:CW and PoA, there are many.

For one, they both have the mentality of “sacrifice a few people for the greater good.”

In CA:CW, Steve doesn’t want to sign the accords because he doesn’t want to be restricted. He is willing to sacrifice the few lives of civilians, in order to save stop whatever threat. Yes, people will die in a situation like the battle of NY, but when he doesn’t try and save the lives that can be saved, that makes him shitty. For example, in CA:CW, his whole thing is about Bucky. He didn’t care about anyone’s feelings, he only cared about Bucky. When he went after Bucky, and the bridge collapsed and that chase was happening in Germany (I think? It’s been a bit since I’ve seen the movie) many people got hurt that didn’t need to get hurt. Or the airport fight, that was no need. He only cared about one thing, finding Bucky. He was willing to sacrifice anyone in order to save his best friend. He hid the death of someone he considered a friend, parent’s death, just because the killer was his best friend. And Bucky stans don’t come for me, he is one of my favorite characters. I know he was the winter soldier when he killed them, but they still died. Steve took Tony’s money to look for his parent’s killer, because Steve was stuck in the past. He was seen as a great person to the world, yet he did some shitty things. Yes Tony wasn’t a good person either, yet he tried to make sure that the world was safe, Steve only wanted Bucky to be safe.

Now onto Dumbledore. Throughout the entire series, he proves that he doesn’t care about Harry like he tries to say he does. If he really cared about the safety of his students, he wouldn’t have let Voldemort entire Hogwarts, multiple years. You can’t tell me he didn’t know, because if he’s this great wizard like everyone says, then he would totally know that Voldemort was in the school. And in PoA, when Sirius escapes Azkaban after being falsely accused of being a traitor, it comes out that he knew Sirius wasn’t the traitor, yet he kept it quiet for TWELVE YEARS. He led multiple people to their deaths, even if it wasn’t explicit, he was still responsible for the deaths of people like James and Lily, Remus, Sirius, Tonks, and many more. He was only worried about Harry beating Voldemort. He left Harry in an abusive home because he wanted Harry to be moldable to his liking. He wanted Harry to trust him so he left Harry in a home where he wasn’t welcome. And Sirius should never have stayed loyal to him after it came out that Dumbledore knew that Sirius was innocent, yet he said nothing. Yes he’s not the minister, but he has so much power that he could’ve gotten Sirius a trial to prove he’s innocent. He was biased towards the Gryffindor students, specifically Harry, because he wanted Harry to be his pawn in a game bigger than Harry.

Both are written as characters you’re supposed to love and trust, yet if you really look into what they’ve done, they are not good people, they only want people to think they’re good people. And if you disagree with me, that’s your opinion. But this is what I think about these two characters.

Anyway, that’s my rant. Enjoy.

[darling-blurbs]

Avengers Politics Rant

I know its so stupid to rant about a fictional series and its fictional politics but I am getting frustrated and need to vent.

Backstory: I am rewatching Marvel Studios movies again. Currently I am on Civil War. I've never watched the movie before this because everytime I've tried, I got so pissed off at the politics in the world. So far I've watched the movies before that in chronical order.

So what do I mean about politics? Well the government in simple terms. I am aware that this is a heavily United States focused movie but I feel as though this WAS set in the United States, it would be terribly different.

Before I get into this I wanna make it clear: I am aware this is a FICTIONAL world. They are fictional characters and I know they arent the real deal. This rant is simply to get the annoyance off my chest. I am most likely going to follow up with my own character/OC because what is the point of rewatching the entire movie franchise without having that in mind.

If there are beings that are more powerful than you and you went into government to be in control, then of course you try and control them. But if they are beings out of your control and you could potentially die, then you would want to have something of similar strength.

In the Iron Man movies, they wanted Iron Man to give his suit to use as weapons. We see time and time again, the military being fine with harming civilians. Even in real life, the military sacrificing few to save many makes little people bat an eye until their families speak out. But if those victims have no families, or if their families do not care, then there is no care for the people sacrificed for the greater good.

It made sense to me that Captain America didn't want to sign the Accords for more than the reasons he said. He went to war for his country. The civilians sacrificed for that war and many others made him get used to the "you cant save everyone" mentality because you can't in war.

Next: What are they gonna do if Wanda was more like how she was in Multiverse of Madness (except the madness. Just purely power level). They literally could do nothing. It would've been a losing battle. Like they were so lucky that they had no powerful beings.

This isnt an insult to favs but power-ranking here:

Iron-Man: He got guilt-tripped beforehand. He is a flawed being and was already damaged a bit cause of Potts (I havent finished Civil War yet). He didn't have his suit and without it, he is just a rich guy with human flesh.

Black Widow: She, despite being trained to be an assassin, is still only human. Without her toys, she just has martial arts. Yes that is still powerful but she won't fight a government official if it won't benefit her. (She is one of my favorites next to Hawkeye)

Falcon/Wanda: They are new to the team. Wanda got broken a bit from the fail bomb threat (though I think she did fine). Falcon is just simply new and a soilder.

War Machine: Also a solider. He is known to be difficult when it comes to jobs going away from the government.

Vision: He was born just the other day so I am not surprised he didn't do anything.

So I am not horribly surprised that they didn't do anything when the Secretary said that but the fact the Secretary was that confident that none of them were bout to jump that table was just surprising.

If I was a politician and there was super beings that could take on more than 100 to their one, I would not try and contain them. Especially since there has been instances of them being 'contained' and breaking out easily.

Anyways thats just the rant.

[uhthor]

Honestly it’s really funny how marvel set up civil war to be this huge event that would change the mcu forever only for it to……..have almost no impact?? the accords were basically forgotten except for ant-man and the wasp i think. but most heroes were still running around doing their thing with no prior permission from de UN. They also faced no consequences for either breaking the accords or not signing it at all. I mean Peter got to swing around one of the biggest cities in the world while keeping his secret identity even though one of the biggest points of the accords was registration. Hologram Ross barely tried to fight Steve and co. in infinity war although he was like the biggest advocate for the accords. T’Challa had a whole car chase in Asia with Nakia and Okoye. Tony broke the accords in the same movie he tried to force everyone to sign it. and then in every scene he appears on ever since. Marvel was so adamant about doing civil war and for what?? They couldn’t handle a proper discussion about human rights violations or world politics so they just scrapped that and focused on alien and loud colors instead. They just can’t handle things that are more grounded so I don’t know why civil war happened. We could have an actual conclusion to the cap trilogy but outdoing batman x superman even though they weren’t qualified was more important i guess

anon you hit the nail on the fucking head

civil war was dumb and always will be and the fact it was to try and beat out batman vs superman... i will NEVER not laugh. like imagine fucking up your movie like that for no reason? no disrespect to the dceu you do what you want but BvS didn’t even come close to any mcu movie at the time like why was feige so threatened?

i can’t stand rdj’s ass i swear to god can you imagine if the roles were reversed? if they said “okay we’re gonna make iron man 3 but cap and the other avengers are gonna be in it because cevans wants the same amount of screen time in your final movie, okay?” there would have been UPROAR! he would’ve done a terrence howard or some next bullshit. he’s so dramatic for NO reason and really thinks he’s the backbone of the mcu when he isn’t even tall enough to be the backbone of his own trilogy

as for the accords... i forget they exist. it was really stupid that all of team tony got off lightly after the airport battle when they are the ones that caused the most damage. vision paralysed rhodey and he just got off with no repercussions. sam got the blame. peter got blackmailed into being on team tony when all of his morals and ideals would easily put him on team cap. tony straight up tried to kill bucky many many times. everything is a mess and only team cap got faced with the consequences - all they tried to do was stop zemo and stop an influx of more winter soldiers. like? imagine if they hadn’t... ross sure as hell would’ve changed his mind about them then, wouldn’t he?

i’m glad they are a distant memory tbh because the fall out was just a shambles and wasn’t given the correct coverage it should’ve been in order to be a meaningful and purposeful plot. like mentioning it for 2 minutes in every movie is dumb as hell. it’s supposed to have been the biggest major event in the history of the avengers and their politics before thanos but it’s treated like fucking nothing lol. it’s stupid as hell! obviously the introduction of thanos wasn’t meant to be after all these major events calmed down, but they didn’t even do any of their storylines justice before they introduced him which just led to more stupid scenes in infinity war and endgame (see tony shouting at steve about them losing, yet another terrible improvisation from rdj. get your head out of your ass please fucko). serpent society you will be mourned and missed for the rest of time

anyway the only good parts about civil war are steve, bucky, rhodey, scott, sam, t’challa, zemo and the five minutes of aunt may <3 everyone else can gtfo