Lets Just Be Clear, If You Spend The Time Baking A Cake/cookies/brownies, You Can Eat As Many Of Them

Shuri: So we can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

T’Challa: Shuri, no! That’s not how you bake cookies!

Peter: Floor it?

Tony: Peter, no!!

Shuri: HOW ABOUT 4,000,000 DEGREES FOR 1 SECOND?!

T’Challa: SHURI, YOU ARE GOING TO BURN THE PALACE DOWN!!!

Peter: WE’RE GOING TO HARNESS THE FREAKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!!!

Tony: KIDS P L E A S E!!!

The Suck-Kovian Accords

I can’t seem to put Civil War out of my mind so I had to type out this quick one shot. Imagine your dating Steve, when the Sokovian Accords are announced. You don’t know if he is right by not signing and you’re not sure if you agree with your father, Tony Stark either. Just a quick, spoiler free Civil War imagine! :D (And yes Sokovian is spelled wrong in the title on purpose.)

It was late at night, most of the Avengers had retired to their rooms, but you couldn’t sleep. The Secretary of Defense had left the compound hours ago and yet the videos he’d played for the team were still flashing through your mind’s eye. Your thoughts turned to Sokovia. You had seen so much destruction in the name of justice. Wanda had even lost her brother. To make matters worst the Scarlet Witch still felt guilty for the most recent incident with Crossbone.

There was certainly enough evidence for the UN, and Tony, to convince the team to sign the Sokovian Accords. Still, there was this feeling you couldn’t shake. Maybe there was some validity to Steve’s side of things too. Civilians didn’t understand the types of difficult choices that faced masks like the Avengers everyday. Was it really the right choice putting so much trust in a suit and tie who could barely comprehend the gravity of their power? There was clearly no correct answer you decided as you drained your coffee cup down to its bottom. 

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Please Don't Do It || Steve Rogers

Summary: It was the end, you couldn’t take it anymore, you decided to end your life. Until a certain handsome 97 year old finds you and tries to change your mind…

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Suicide, Depression, Reader Near-Death If you’re depressed or suicidal then, please please please ask for help. Ending your life is not worth it. You can talk to me ANYTIME, I don’t bite.

*Requests are open*

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You were alone in your bedroom, laying on the bed as tears were rolling down your cheeks. You’ve been holding it in all day. Seeing all those people smiling an happily living made you want to die. You felt like you were drowning, expect you could see everyone else around you breathe. That’s what depression felt like.

That was it for you. No one understood your pain. No one wants to help. No one.

You made your way to the bathroom, making sure to stop by the mirror, wanting to take one last look at yourself. You hated what you became, you used to be such a happy person, but now it was too late. That joy and desire to live you used to carry has been robbed from you. But then Steve came, and for a while, everything seemed to be better… but it didn’t last, unfortunatly. Not wanting him to abandon you, you never told your lover about your depression. You felt like you were a burden to him, and expressing to him how you felt would just add more weight on his shoulder. You didn’t feel like you mattered.

But what you didn’t know, is none of that was true, you did matter. You did have people who cared about you, you just needed to be brave enough to ask for help, because you deserved someone to be there for you, and help you get through those difficulties. But it didn’t really matter anymore now, did it?

Sighing for what would maybe be the last time, you opened the cap of the bottle, pourring a part of its content in your hand.

Ready to swallow the pills, you shakingly brought the pills close to your mouth when you heard a familiar voice shout.

“Don’t do it, please don’t do it (Y/N) .” No, you told yourself, what is he doing doing here?

“Baby, please don’t do it. I can’t lose you too. Please just put those pills down, love.” He gently whispered.

“You don’t get it Steve, you just don’t. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep putting a fake smile on my face and pretend I’m okay when I’m not. I can’t live with those people who pretend to be my friends while they actually hate me. This world is cruel and I can’t live in it anymore. You can’t understand my pain, no one can Steven. You’re better off without me, you’ll find someone better, there’s so many pretty girls out there who would kill to be with you. Please just let me die Steve.”

You whispered the last sentence, not finding enough strengh to use your voice. Steve was fighting back his own tears, blaming himself for not noticing sooner, all the signs were there, if only he just paid more attention to you.

“(Y/N) Look at me.” At first you ignored him, feeling too ashamed to face him. “Baby, hey, look at me. You don’t have to pretend anymore, okay? From now on, I want you to be honest with me. I want to help you fight this, I want to help you. Do you know why? Because I love you, because you’re the only one I want, those other girls mean nothing to me. (Y/N) please, just let me spend the rest of my life showing you how important you are to me.”

As he went on with his speech, he slowly took the pills from your hands, and hid them in his pockets, you didn’t take any actions to try to stop him. You were just exhausted, all you wanted was someone to hold you and tell you everything would be okay.

Steve wrapped his arms around your fragile body. He then tightened his grip around you, never wanting to witness an event like this ever again.

“Please don’t let me go…” You desperately asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to sob once again.

He kissed your hair and your forehead multiple times as you both sat down on the floor.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere, baby. Everything will be okay.  We’ll get through this together love, we’ll get trough this together.”

You weren’t alone anymore, everything was finally going to get better.

His name is Aegon Targaryen.

TLOU2 and the Stages of Grief

To begin, here’s a quick crash course into the 5 Stages of Grief. 

There are five stages of grief; Denial & Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Although these are the identified stages, they are not experienced the same for everyone. People experience them occurring in different orders, experience each stage to different degrees, and in some cases people don’t experience all of the stages. Often times people in real life experience these stages without full completion due to how quickly the world moves and the responsibilities that society has put on an individual. Throughout the whole process, our own feelings and thoughts of mortality is brought up. But there is a common thread in each of the stages and that is Hope. While you may have lost someone you are still alive and there is hope that you will continue to live, or in some cases just survive.

Now that we’ve covered some basics to the 5 Stages of Grief, let’s really get into it in regards to The Last of Us Part II. There will be spoilers ahead.

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24 and 35 for Peter please?

24. “If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.”35. “I’ll just tell your mom on you.”_____________________________________________________________

“Dan Reynolds, put that down!” you yell across the chaotic apartment, rushing towards the mischievous seven year-old holding the kitchen knife. He grins at you and drops it on the floor with a clatter before rushing away to find another part of the home to wreak havoc on.

Whoever said babysitting is fun is a dirty liar.

Placing the knife safely back into the block, you turn around and look for where the little monster went. Then you hear a knock on the door. Groaning, you head towards the door, already thinking of how you’re going to tell Mrs. Reynolds that you can’t babysit anymore. You cry out when you trip over something just as you reach the door, and you place your hands against it to regain your balance.

Looking down, you see another one of Dan’s shoes. “Daniel, if I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away!”

With that said, you open the door, and are shocked to see a cute boy around your age, smiling softly down at you with his hands in his pockets. “Hey, I-I’m Peter. I live in the apartment next door.”

You smile bashfully up at him, internally wishing he didn’t see you in this state. “I’m (y/n).”

He smiles crookedly, and your heart melts a little. “So, you’re the Reynolds’ babysitter this week?” You nod. “That’s a crazy thing to take on. Do you mind if I come in?”

Shaking away your mindlessness, you open the door wider and allow him to enter. “Watch out for the shoes,” you warn.

Peter looks around the home, and a blush dusts your cheeks at the state of the apartment. “You know,” he says, “this is the best I’ve seen this apartment when sitters come.”

You scoff. “Seriously?”

He nods. “Daniel!”

“Peter!” You hear the little boy squeal before he comes flying around the corner in his pajamas (that you barely managed to get on him) and hugs Peter around the tops of his legs.

Peter laughs, and your mouth drops open in shock. “Hey, kiddo. Having fun?” Dan turns around and gives you his mischievous grin again and nods. You resist the urge to scowl down at him. “Good!” Peter exclaims. “But it’s time for you to go to bed, but first you have to put your shoes away like (y/n) said.”

Dan crosses his arms and fixes Peter with a glare. “But what if I don’t wanna?”

“I’ll just tell your mom on you.”

Dan’s eyes widen with shock and fear and he rushes away, beginning to pick up his shoes and put them on the rack by the door. You look up at Peter in shock. “How–”

“If there’s one thing you need to know about Dan, it’s that he’s terrified of his mother.” Peter laughs. “Kinda weird, actually, because his mom is the sweetest and,” he leans over and whispers, “spoils him rotten, if you can’t already tell.”

You laugh, and watch as Dan trudges toward his bedroom, mumbling a half-hearted “good night.” Peter and you say it back, and you finally get a good look at the apartment. “This is going to take forever to clean up,” you realize.

Peter glances over at you, and now, it’s his turn to blush. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair is thrown up in a messy ponytail with strands falling out, but he couldn’t care less. And your eyes are beautiful. He gulps and looks away before you notice him staring. You just might be one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever met.

“You know,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck. “I could stay and help you clean up.”

You look up at him and shake your head. “Oh, no no no, that won’t be necessary, you’ve helped enough already.”

“I don’t mind!” Peter insists, already moving to the kitchen and putting dishes in the sink. “With two of us, it shouldn’t take as long.”

Smiling, you move to the living area and begin to pick up the various toys and put them in a basket that the Reynolds’ keep for Dan. You and Peter make small talk as you work, and he’s right–it does go much faster than it would if it was just you. Sooner than you would have liked, the two of you are done cleaning, and you stand at the door together.

“It was really nice to meet you, Peter,” you say, smiling up at him. “And thank you so much for all of your help.”

“Anytime.” He grins. “The next time you babysit, I’ll be happy to come over again. The Reynolds’ know me, so I’m sure they don’t mind.”

Your heart drops–you weren’t planning on babysitting for Dan ever again–but flutters when you think about seeing Peter again. “Sounds good to me.” You smile.

Peter scratches the back of his neck. “So, um, could I, maybe, have your number? We could go see a movie sometime, or do something else, or…” He trails off, laughing as a blush comes over his cheeks. You’re blushing too.

“Sure,” you whisper, getting your phone out of your pocket. He smiles, and the two of you exchange numbers, before continuing your awkward stalemate by the door. He’s smiling adorably down at you, and you up at him. Neither of you want to leave quite yet.

Gathering your courage, you stand up on your toes and press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Bye, Peter.”

By now, he’s blushing madly. “Bye,” he whispers. You smile once more at him before shutting the door behind you. Leaning against it, you smile to yourself. There’s something about that boy.

Little do you know, he’s skipping back to his apartment, thinking the same thing.

Sparrows and Iron (Part Eight)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

A/N: Well… This got uncontrollably long.. Be forewarned, this part was mostly filler and explanation, but the next two are going to start getting to the angst plot. My favorite kind… Enjoy the fluff while it lasts!

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Previous Parts: One~Two~Three~Four~Five~Six~Seven

Word Count: 1,701

Explosions and gunfire raged around the Avengers. The HYDRA base was heavily defended, but the team had come prepared. They were spread out all over the area, each working on wearing down the enemy defenses.

Nat, get over to Wanda. She’s about to be overrun!” (Y/N) shouted to her friend. “I can handle the situation here.”

As if to prove her point, she used her wings to twist herself upwards, kicking two stray agents into unconsciousness on her way down.

“I got this, go!”

Natasha nodded and ran off to find the mind reader.

“Hey Tony!” (Y/N) called through the comms. “Clint is gonna need a lift in about 30 seconds, northeast corner of the roof!”

“I’m on it.” came the reply.

“(Y/N), what  else have you got for me?” asked Steve’s voice.

She paused to fend off an agent.

“Not much, as far as inner defenses.” she yelled back. “I’m still not too great at controlling what I see, and battles are harder to predict since there’s so many variables that are constantly changing.”

“I understand.” the Captain replied. “We’ll just have to face it the old-fashioned way.”

“Right up your alley then, Rogers.” (Y/N) snarked.

“Haha, very funny, Agent X. You’ve been spending too much time with Stark.”

“Well,” she replied, dropping an agent off the roof, “He is my boyfriend, Cap.”

-One Year Ago-

(Y/N) woke in a hospital bed with a sleepy Tony dozing at her side. Blinking the rest from her eyes, she nudged his hand with her own, jolting him awake.

“(Y/N)…” he whispered, sitting up. “You’re okay!”

He smiled, but then it dropped.

“I- I thought…”

Before he could continue, Natasha walked through the door.

“Well, Stark? How is-”

She cut off, noticing (Y/N)’s consciousness.

“You’re awake, I see.

(Y/N) shyly nodded, her uncovered wings nervously drawing closer to her body. Then, she spoke.

“How long was I…”

“About twelve hours.” the redhead shrugged. “You should have seen, Stark, he practically had a meltdown when they said it might be a while before you woke.”

Tony shot her a glare.

“I did not…”

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but (Y/N) could have sworn she saw the faintest hint of a blush dusting his cheeks. After a brief pause, she addressed the assassin.

“I believe you had some questions for me, Agent Romanoff?”

Natasha seemed somewhat surprised by her eagerness.

“Are you sure you don’t want to rest up a bit first?”

(Y/N) shook her head, readjusting her wings as she sat up.

“No. I think it’s time to be honest with you.” she said, glancing at Tony. “All of you. After all, if I don’t trust you, how can I expect any of you to trust me?”

The spy thought about this for a moment, then nodded.

“Okay. But since you haven’t been cleared by Banner or Cho yet, the team is gonna have to come in here.”

(Y/N) smiled.

“Good thing this hospital room is so big then.”

Nat smirked. She had to give the girl some credit for having a sense of humor despite her circumstances.

“In that, case, I better go round everyone up.” she replied.

With that, the spy turned and walked out, leaving the pair alone.

There was a slight pause. Tony cleared his throat.

“So, um…” he trailed off.

“You were worried about me?” (Y/N) teased lightly.

He cleared his throat again.

“Maybe just a little bit…”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“Okay, I was worried.” he admitted.

“But I knew you’d be alright.”

He hesitated, looking as if he wanted to say something else.

“Is the great Tony Stark at a loss for words?” she joked, smiling slightly.

But Tony remained serious.

“Yeah, I guess I am… Who woulda thought, right?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “The playboy billionaire, no strings attached, got caught in a mess of heart strings.”

He looked at her sincerely.

“I play it cool, pretending like I got my act together, but one glance at you and I’m suddenly a hot mess.”

Tony sighed, running a hand over his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you so suddenly… I’ll just-”

“No Tony, I understand. I… It’s the same with me.” (Y/N) admitted, turning slightly pink.

Tony looked up, suddenly filled with hope. He reached over and took her hand in his, grinning like a kid on Christmas day. He leaned forward a bit, closing the gap between them.

“Well in that case, I-”

Just then, the door opened to reveal Natasha and the rest of the Avengers. The redhead raised an eyebrow, taking in their close proximity.

“I hope we’re not interrupting anything…” she smirked.

(Y/N) went bright red as the team filled the room.

“By the way,” Nat added, glancing at Tony, “Bucky just got back from his solo mission. He’s here to meet the new recruit.”

Her choice of wording was quite purposeful. She shot a small smile to (Y/N) who responded similarly. However, her face dropped when Bucky came in. She didn’t panic, but she started breathing deeply as if to calm herself. The heart monitor beeped more rapidly, but (Y/N) didn’t display any emotion.

When Bucky caught sight of her, he seemed confused, as if he were trying to remember something important. Then, his face showed guilt and regret.

“I’m so sorry…” he whispered.

“What?” Tony asked, looking between the pair.

(Y/N) turned to him shakily, her voice unsteady.

“When I was with HYDRA…”

She swallowed nervously, hesitating.

“I knew the Winter Soldier.”

Tony frowned, glaring at Bucky.

“Knew how?

(Y/N) shook her head, unable to speak.

“I tortured her.” Bucky stated emotionlessly, staring at the floor.

“You didn’t know what you were doing.” (Y/N) comforted softly.

He looked up, as if he couldn’t believe that she was so quick to forgive him. (Y/N) smiled, though there was a solemn air to it.

“You know, I never even knew your name… Bucky, is it?” she asked, glancing at Natasha for confirmation.

Bucky nodded.

“I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you properly.” she said, holding out her hand.

He slowly came over and shook with her.

“Likewise.”

Releasing her grip, she sighed.

“Now, I suppose it’s time to tell you all my story… There are some parts that even I don’t know, so bear with me, if you would.

“I was created by HYDRA, scrapped together from some mutant DNA, just because they could. I was meant to be a weapon, but my mother apparently realized the error of her loyalties. She defected from HYDRA and tracked down my father.”

(Y/N) paused.

“I, um… My father and I never met my mother. She died to protect our identities.

“My powers were quite apparent, even towards the beginning of my childhood. My father helped me to keep control of them, but… There were variables that even he couldn’t have predicted.

“I joined a group of people who were like me. Mutants, I mean. I used my abilities to protect humans, similar to what you do here. I was doing something good, helping people. But HYDRA found me.

“I suppose they must have found some of my blood from when I’d been wounded at one of the sites… and they registered it as mine. So they set a trap for me, and that’s how I wound up their prisoner.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, almost reluctant to continue. She dropped her gaze, suddenly fixatedd on playing with the seam of the hospital blanket.

“That’s… how I met the Soldier. HYDRA wanted information, you see. Wanted to know where I’d been, how my mother got me away from them…”

She took a deep breath.

“I couldn’t…” her voice broke. “I had to protect my family.”

FInally, she looked up to Tony.

“It was the only thing that kept me going, really. KNowing that I was keeping them safe.”

(Y/N) turned to Bucky.

“I never blamed you, or hated you for what you did. Because of my powers, I knew a bit about what they had done to you. You were just as much a prisoner as I was. But in your future… I knew things would get better.”

She smiled a little.

“SHIELD found me and, well, here we are.”

The Avengers, who had been listening intently, remained silent, somewhat moved by what they’d heard.

“You haven’t explained about your powers yet.” Natasha observed. “Why you’re so afraid them, what happened when you lost control…”

“I’d rather not ever speak of that, if you don’t mind.” (Y/N) replied, shaking her head. “It brings up… bad memories.”

The team nodded in understanding. Then, Bucky spoke up.

“What’s your father’s name? We could find him for you. I’m sure he’ll want to know you’re alive.”

(Y/N)’s face grew somber.

“I- I think he’s dead.”

Breathing deeply, she continued, “We had a special bond, you see. I could always sense his mind, but now… I don’t know if it’s just something that HYDRA did, or…”

She paused, struggling to keep her voice even.

“He was already an old man when I was taken. The news of my capture was most likely the tipping point.”

She chuckled sadly, wiping away the tears that had come to her eyes.

“His students used to call him ‘Professor X’… but he was always Papa to me. He used to call me his little Sparrow.”

(Y/N) looked to the Avengers with sudden composure.

“I’d like to think he’d be proud of me if he could see me now…” she sighed, then her face lit up as if she’d just thought of something.

“He would’ve liked you all, though.”

She smiled, glancing down briefly.

“You said you were part of a team?” Steve asked.

(Y/N) nodded. Exchanging a glance with Natasha, the Captain continued.

“How would you feel about joining ours?”

A joyful grin spread across the mutant’s face.

“Well…” she began, “I’m a bit out of practice, but I suppose I could give it a try.”

Natasha smiled.

“Welcome to the team, Sparrow.”

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