Please picture the following
Wonder Woman greeting T’Challa with the Wakanda Forever salute, but forgetting what happens when she clashes her gauntlets like that
Accidentally blowing him through three walls, a car, and M’Baku
He is, of course, completely fine, but that was certainly not the greeting he expected from the suddenly VERY apologetic Princess
Bonus: T’Challa runs back to Diana and does the salute again, channeling the power from the improved kinetic absorption and redistribution on his suit, and launches Diana straight into the sky. They laugh about it later.
This is the wholesome content I signed up for
Further bonus: during a later team-up, the villain has T’Challa by the throat and is threatening to snap his neck if Diana comes any closer. She hesitates, at which point the villain laughs and asks if T’Challa has any last words. Of course he does:
“Wakanda Forever…”
Diana just smiles…
Tag: fic!!
Just fooling around.
“You’re kidding me right?”
The table stared blankly at Tony before all nodding their heads in agreement. Tony squinted his eyes at the other Avengers and then grabbed Steve’s face with his left hand and pulled him close.
“You’re telling me that this guy, right here, Steve Rogers. CAPTAIN AMERICA. Managed to out prank each and every one of you.” Tony squinted at all of them before looking at Steve incredulously. “Does FRIDAY have evidence of this?”
Natasha crossed her arms and glared at the man held in Tony’s grip with a shocked face. “He is surprisingly devious.”
Clint rubbed the small bruise still on his forehead. “He’s also really quick.”
“I keep trying to tell you guys Rogers ain’t a saint. Will any of you listen? NO.” Bucky shouts from the kitchen.
Tony released Steve’s face with a groan shoving the other man away. “Rogers, next time, we team up okay? No fair having fun when I’m away on business.”
Steve laughed and pat Tony’s shoulder. “Sure Tony. What ever you say.”
But now I’m curious between all the ships which one would you choose to be endgame in the bachelor au?! but only if you want to tell us obviously!!
okay so I have given this some thought.
On the first day Stephen and T’challa make a strong impression, but Tony won’t even look Steve in the eye. Eliminated first are Bucky and Loki because Tony might be opened minded and forgiving but he does have some limits.
After a group date making cheeses, Tony declares Bruce the winner of the one on one date for his charming knowledge about microbiology. But the candlelit cheese dinner date is disastrously awkward, and they decide they are better off as friends. Bruce leaves that night.
Quill wins the next week’s dance competition, but that’s overshadowed when Steve and Stephen get into a physical fight on the terrace. Tony yells at them both and then eliminates Steve, who honestly looks like he’s going to cry. The audience are devastated because he was the fan favourite.
The next to go are Thor, Quill and Rhodey, even though Thor did tremendously in the horse riding challenge and Rhodey aced the “How well do you know Tony?” challenge.
That leaves Stephen and T’Challa as the finalists. BUT WAIT! By popular demand, the producers decide to bring back Steve for the finals too. The perfect date challenge is a ball: T’Challa takes Tony to Wakanda to show him the palace labs and observatory and to introduce him to Shuri. Tony considers marrying T’Challa right then and there so he can have this awesome girl as his sister in law.
Stephen takes Tony to another dimension and they bicker about whether magic can be explained by science. Tony finally decides to shut Stephen up by kissing him. It’s pretty effective as it turns out.
And then it’s Steve’s date, which Tony has honestly been dreading. He’s tense and on edge when they first meet, but Steve produces a bag of blueberries with a smile and leads Tony to the old Avengers Tower, of all places. They sit on the landing pad to watch the city lights below, and they talk and talk after a while it’s like they were never apart. When Steve kisses him, Tony knows that he’s made up his mind.
When Steve gets down on one knee and offers Tony a ring inscribed with you gave me a home, Tony realizes that there was never really any other person for him.
on a related but separate (but related) note, When the Lights Go On Again literally changed my life.
Title: When the Lights Go On Again 1/19
Authors: seanchai and elspethdixon
Rated: PG-13
Pairings: Steve/Tony, Hank/Jan, Carol/Wanda
Warnings: No much, really. Some swearing and violence.
Disclaimer: The characters and situations depicted herein belong to Stan Lee and Marvel comics. No profit is being made off of this derivative work. We’re paid in love, people.
Summary: Aliens have invaded earth, and the Avengers are scattered. While Steve leads the resistance, Tony once again finds himself playing captive scientist. In the midst of a violent alien regime, separated by seemingly insurmountable boundaries, Steve and Tony have nothing to keep themselves going but each other.
Author’s Note:The point in volume three that we’re branching off from was originally published around ‘98-‘99, but since Marvel time runs at a slower speed than real world time, early volume three is probably four or so years ago in canon time. Hence 2004 and troops in Iraq. Also, just a heads up; this fic is really, really long. Like, over two hundred pages long. We’ll start by posting every other week, though we may move to posting once a week, eventually.
A/N 2: Wow, this holiday has brought out the angst in people. Anyone else ready for some fluff?(it’s definitely complete, and has been for ages)
Tony: I heard you have a crush on me.
Steve: What –
Tony: Do you have a crush on me?
Steve: Tony, we’re married.
Tony: And?
Steve: *sigh* I have the biggest crush on you.
Inspired by (x)
Three Days (Steve/Tony)
“We need to talk,” Tony said, walking into the room with the pained, false-confident stride of a doomed man on his way to the guillotine. He was dreading this, but it had to be done.
Steve shot him a brilliant smile. “Nope!”
Tony blinked then spluttered, “What – I – no, you can’t – no -”
“I think I just did. See you later.” Steve pushed to his feet and walked out, leaving a stunned Tony behind.
**
Tony next cornered Steve in the gym, his eyes flicking up and down as Steve bounced on the treadmill. “Steve. We need to talk.”
Sorry, Steve mouthed, can’t hear you. He gestured to the earbuds in his ears then turned his gaze serenely towards the far wall.
Tony opened and closed his mouth a few times, then turned on his heel and left.
**
“Steve, look,” Tony started, leaning over the back of the couch. “I -” He cut-off when his eyes fell on Natasha, hidden on the floor in front of the couch. She sat at Steve’s feet, working bright blue polish over his toenails. “Uh. Hi, Nat.”
“Hey, Tony.” She grinned at him.
Tony turned back to Steve. “I really need to talk to you.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, I told Nat she had me all afternoon. It’ll have to be another time.”
**
Steve walked into the kitchen, and Tony started chewing madly, trying to get his huge mouthful of peanut butter toast down his throat before Steve left again. Steve wandered around, pouring juice and selecting a yogurt from the fridge while Tony swallowed desperately, adding a layer off coffee in the hopes it would wash it down. All it did was make a truly disturbing flavour combination. Steve rounded the counter and pressed a kiss to the top of Tony’s head.
“Morning, darling.”
“Nu-!” Tony tried, sticky crumbs spilling out. “I hef ta- tu- oo-” Tony tried, but Steve just shook his head affectionately and walked out.
**
Steve’s shield bounced down the street, taking down alien after alien before returning to his hand. Tony swooped around behind him. Landing at his back and spraying repulsor fire at the oncoming horde.
“Steve! We have to talk!” Tony yelled over the noise of battle.
“No chatter on the comms, sweetpea!” Steve said brightly, ducking low to roll under Tony’s arm and slam his shield into another alien.
“Goddamnit!” Tony swore. “Will you just -”
“Iron Man! I need extraction!” Clint called, and Tony fired off again, swooping through the sky. JARVIS muted his mic so he could spill forth a volley of curses that would make even Fury blush.
**
“Stop right there, Rogers!”
Steve screeched to a halt at the end of the hall.
Tony advanced on him. “It’s been three days. Three days of dodging me, three days of ducking out of rooms, three days of coming to bed after I’m asleep, cuddling me to within an inch of my life – yes I know you have been, I woke up with your hair in my mouth – then getting up before I’m awake. Three days. No more! You. Me. We need to talk.”
Steve nodded. “Okay.”
“Wait – I – what?”
“Okay. Let’s talk. Come on.” Steve took Tony’s hand and gently led him into the living room. He deposited him on the couch then fetched two glasses of water, one of which he handed to Tony. “Go ahead, I’m listening.”
Tony blinked at him, mouth open, then took a sip of water to cover his confusion. “I don’t get it.”
“Don’t get what?”
“You made it obvious you didn’t want to talk to me for three days and now it’s just ‘sure’?” Tony picked at a water spot on the side of the glass. “So, now you’re fine with it. You want to break up.”
Steve’s hand slid over and covered Tony’s knee. “No, of course I don’t want to break up. I never wanted to break up. But if you want to, if you still want to… It’ll hurt. A lot. But I understand. If you don’t want to be with me anymore…” Steve’s voice broke. “I’ll let you go.”
“Why did you dodge me for three days then? Just to delay the inevitable? Drag this out? For fucks sake, Steve. This has been torturing me.”
“Because you asked me to.”
“What?!”
“You asked me to. When we first got together, in that restaurant, what, three months ago? You said, ‘I’m going to panic the first time we fight and try to break up with you, just a warning.’ and I said, ‘I won’t let you.’” Steve shrugged. “I figured three days was enough time to cool off a bit and be sure you really meant it.” He wound their fingers together. “So, yes. If, now, after some time to think about it, you still want to break up with me, then okay. But if it was just the heat of the moment… can we talk it out, instead?”
Tony rubbed the pad of his thumb over the back of Steve’s hand. He loved those hands. “You still want to be with me after I yelled and then spent three days breaking up with you?”
“Of course. It was just a fight, Tony. There are going to be fights. Two people as hot headed as we are… there are definitely going to be fights. But it doesn’t mean everything has to be over. We just need to take some time, breathe, then talk about it.” He reached up with his other hand and brushed his fingers through Tony’s hair. Tony leaned into the touch. “I can’t promise we’ll be together forever, maybe one of these days, it’ll be too much, we’ll go too far. But this was just a little disagreement, and I think we’re worth trying, if you do.”
Tony sniffed and turned his suddenly prickling eyes towards the window. He took another drink of water to wash down the lump in his throat. “I may have already told some people that we broke up,” he said haughtily. “I decided that since you wouldn’t let me break up with you, I’d just do it on my own.”
“Is that what you want?”
Tony flicked his eyes back over to Steve’s. Bright, wide, wondering. That was real hope glowing in them, real love. “No. No, that’s not what I want,” he admitted. The licking flames of their fight had faded into nothing more than smouldering embers, easily washed out. "I want to be with you.“
Steve burst into a beautiful grin, like a firework going off. “Alright. Guess we’ll just have to get back together then.”
Tony laughed. “Are you going to dodge me for three days every time we fight?”
“Only if you spend them trying to break up with me.”
“Okay.” Tony curled into Steve’s lap, pressing his face against his neck. “That works.”
steve and tony playing the newlywed game with jan & hank, clint & bobbi, natasha & bucky, and then WINNING and jan and clint are super sore losers “BECAUSE THEY AREN’T EVEN DATING GDI”
#bonus if stevetony don’t even WANT to play#they just get roped in#and tony grumbles the right answers while half on his phone#every time he gets one right steve just makes a ‘huh’ face and nods like oh yeah that makes sense that tony knows what i wear to bed#(those fools have been “’platonically”’ bedsharing for weeks)#meanwhile every time steve gets one right tony just smirks at everyone else#but no one’s missing the way he sneaks little awed glances at steve#these idiots are hopeless (via @goodmorningbeloved)
#IORTREUIREUIIOEWNJDSJNDJSK TONY HAS LITERALLY 439058436 BEDROOMS WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY BE PLATONICALLY SHARING A BED DJSKFSDG#IMAGINE THEM JUSTIFYING THAT TO OTHERS……..AND THEMSELVES#‘oh it just. saves a lot of money on electricity’ tony stark; the richest man this side of the globe; says#‘i mean i need someone to wake me up in the morning haha’ steve says; a supersoldier with an unrelenting indestructible 5am body clock#‘well who’s gonna bring me coffee? hahahahah’ tony says as jarvis his butler hands him his 3rd cup of the morning#‘well he runs hot & i like sleeping when it’s warm. makes it cozy haha’ tony; owner of a tower entirely designed to his specifications; says#‘uhm. team bonding?’ steve says.#“HOW THE FUCK IS IT TEAM BONDING IF YOU ONLY DO IT WITH TONY’ clint shrieks (@bardingbeedle)
“He-” Tony’s voice trailed off into a strange sputtering noise. He made a step closer, fitting his fingers against Steve’s left cheek. Steve had to clench his hands into fists to stop himself from moving, or doing something ill-advised like turning his head and nuzzling into Tony’s touch.
He was fairly certain it wouldn’t end well.
Tony tilted his head to the side, frowning up at Steve. “What the hell did you do to yourself, Rogers?”
My New Year’s Resolution Is You by izazov (MCU, 1114 words, G)
This is for @izazov‘s beaaautiful fic as a part of the Art/Fic Madness! She also wrote me a wondeful post-CACW fic in response to one of my drawings: Something I Will Never Have. Check out both fics if you haven’t already and send some love because they’re AMAZING!!!!
steve rogers, trying to flirt: so.. you come here often?
tony: this is my tower
Steve: babe you can’t do this everytime I come home
Tony laying the in the rose petals he put on the bed, illuminated by the candles that are Steve’s favorite scent while his bathwater runs: but I love you
LemonGrenade 