WIP - Tony, you have friends with super strength. Let them open that door for you. 

WIP - Tony, you have friends with super strength. Let them open that door for you. 

Fic: Speech

Fandom: Marvel movie-verse

Summary: There’s a bit of a language barrier there.

Steve isn’t really that much taller than Tony, but when he does that thing with the thick arms crossed over a massive chest with that handsome, all- American face twisted into a disapproving frown, Tony kind of feels like he’s only four feet tall. If that.

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Fic: Find A Compromise

Fandom: Marvel, Earth-3490

Summary: Or, that time that boobs canonically prevented the Civil War

The arguments are getting worse. The problem here is that they’re both just really stubborn people. Like really stubborn. A lot of people have the wrong image of Captain America in their heads. For sure, he’s definitely all of the star spangled, all-American glory, and he’s got that boyish charm that everyone just eats up. But a lot of people don’t know how he can and does just dig his heels in and refuse to budge on any issue.

Not that she’s much better, but hey.

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my greatest creation is you.

gyzym:

Oh god oh god oh god, okay. So earlier I saw this gorgeous photoset; I reblogged it, and you guys should click and check it out, it’s SO PRETTY OH MAN. letsallcry, YOU ROCK. In case you cannot click, here is what is shown: it’s two images, the top one being Howard in Captain America leaning up against a piece of his tech, and the bottom one being Tony in IM2, staring at the projection of his father’s new element. Beneath the images, there’s this Howard quote from IM2: “I’m limited by the technology of my time, but one day, you’ll figure this out.” AND BECAUSE OF THIS I’VE REALIZED SOMETHING I WISH I DIDN’T KNOW, which, now, we must talk about. 

Just for a second, try to imagine you’re Howard Stark. You’re the best engineer America has to offer, so you’re a genius—hell, for all intents and purposes, you’re the genius. In your relative youth, you are exposed to weapons created by a power source so far beyond the scope of modern technology that it’s staggering; a few years later, you locate that power source, which is still far too advanced for you to make heads or tails of. You do what you can; you help found an agency dedicated to dealing with situations such as these, you learn and design absolutely as much as you can, you apply all of your considerable genius to the problem. You do all you can, but it’s not enough. You are limited by the technology of your time. You have seen war, lost a soldier (and a friend) who you thought to be invincible—you are all too aware of your own mortality. The power source still exists, with so much untold potential it’s almost painful to look at. You could change the world, but you are running out of time. It’s not going to be enough. Even you cannot overcome the barrier that mortality presents. What do you do? 

Well, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it. You have a child. 

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I’m limited by the technology of my time, but one day, you’ll figure this out. 

(Source: letsallcry)

it wasn’t worth it.

(Source: hiddleston)

andlatitude:


Third in my series of summer-y Avengers drawings. 

andlatitude:

Third in my series of summer-y Avengers drawings. 

Fic: Spiders on the Ceiling

Fandom: Marvel movie-verse

Summary: Natsha has a very special kind of love for Tony.

He’s totally minding his own business, just sitting at the island bar in the kitchen, a jumble of wires spread out before him. Natasha is digging around in the refrigerator, looking for the left over souls of small children, Tony assumes. Because obviously that’s not where the vodka is.

There’s a sudden clanging, and Tony looks up on reflex. Natasha is standing there, stalk still, and on the ground by her feet is an extremely large syringe.

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