virtuosovillain:

Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I will catch it.


kaywinnetleetam:

Jumping on a bandwagon, Part VI (Seriously the last one. I’ve already done my best possible, so here’s the last of what I had saved.)




Thunderbolts: Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Thunderbolts: Wade Wilson/Deadpool



Harry Potter tumblr style // inspired by (x)


Steve/Tony: Yesterday

starkiest:

On the screen, Steve is holding and bouncing a baby Peter, grinning at the camera. It’s one of many montage clips that Tony has to watch every morning, because he wakes up everyday not remembering the last three years.

Everyday the video is slightly different, although Tony doesn’t know that. Steve asks JARVIS to help him every night after he’s convinced Tony to go to bed (something that’s gotten easier since Tony wakes up everyday and does the same tiring thing), and together they add a new clip or edit an old one.

Each night Steve records a new ending, any variation of “I’ll be here for you everyday, Tony. I love you.”

Tony doesn’t react the same way every single time, although there is a pattern. Some days he storms to his shop, locks himself inside and demands everything out of JARVIS that he can. Other days he seeks out Bruce and the doctor that he saw all those years ago after the accident. 

Sometimes he’ll stare at Steve for a long aching moment before just sitting quietly with his now-toddler son (who was just a few months old yesterday, dammit, this isn’t fair) for hours

Today, his eyes are wet and he doesn’t even spare Steve a glance before he stares at the floor and murmurs, “How many times have I watched this?”

Steve stares at the floor too.

-

Bruce’s face looks the same to Steve, and freshly regretful to Tony.

"Your condition is stable, Tony, but most likely permanent." He gives them both a mournful look. "I’m so sorry."

Tony spends the rest of the night reading about the Avengers minus Iron Man. 

-

Tony wakes up tucked in covers. He revels in the fresh state of being awake for several minutes before rolling onto his back, and immediately he sees Steve, shirtless and standing by the window.

Steve is holding something Tony actually recognizes, a disk in a clear case labeled “Good Morning”. He doesn’t think much of it at first, and when Steve doesn’t notice he’s awake, he clears his throat.

"Hey baby."

Steve turns obediently, and that’s his practiced smile. “Morning, honey.”

Tony doesn’t think, he just closes his eyes, satisfied. Steve takes a step forward, disk held out, and starts: “Tony—”

"Will you make those cinnamon waffles from yesterday?" 

Steve stops.

Tony finally opens his eyes and looks at him. “Steve?”

"Yesterday?" The word is a rush of breath from Steve’s knotted chest. The alarmed look on his face slowly registers with Tony, and he slowly sits up, sheet catching on the reactor as it falls from his skin. "You remember the waffles from yesterday?"

Tony’s eyes travel downward and his voice is so low. “I remember yesterday.”

The next sound in the room is the disk hitting the carpet and Steve is suddenly all over Tony, clutching him around his neck like he’s trying to catch his memory before it escapes.

Tony’s eyes are already wet and he thinks he feels tears on his shoulder. Steve is in his ear, pressing kisses to his hair, whispering over and over a mantra.

"You remember yesterday."


hotja:

bucky x steve 

hotja:

bucky x steve 


crazyk-c:

Decided to do something for my return hohoho~ Also I realized that an anon sent me a message a little ways back, asking if Tony would hold a welcome home party. If it was a small thing, then yeah, Tony would. But if Steve was seriously hurt, or it was a dangerous mission, Tony and Steve would celebrate quietly and alone like this~

crazyk-c:

Decided to do something for my return hohoho~ 
Also I realized that an anon sent me a message a little ways back, asking if Tony would hold a welcome home party. If it was a small thing, then yeah, Tony would. But if Steve was seriously hurt, or it was a dangerous mission, Tony and Steve would celebrate quietly and alone like this~