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Marvel will literally put a guy on top of another guy, chest on chest, and swear on their life they're not gay. BFFR

I hate Marvel for this :,)

Billionaire Tony…

Does things like:

Making smoothie for his team

Chopping wood for a teammate

Repairing a tractor for the teammate

Playing paper football

Doing dishes

Tinkering in the garage

Building a bar with his science bro

And does not know what art is

Loki was 16/17 in 2012.

(I still love Lokius, but everyone forget that)

As much unrealistic it is for the character, I’m really glad that Tom Hiddleston looks older than 13 years years ago because otherwise this:

Would have just been illegal …

Loki: I don’t die often

Loki: but when I do, I don’t

Thor:

Thor: you need therapy

Thor: Loki, wake up

Loki: i’m not sleeping, i’m dead. leave the flowers and get out.

Loki: *dressed in black from head to toe*

Thor, laughing: who’s funeral is it

Loki: i haven’t decided yet

Thor:

Loki:

Thor: oh

peter: accents are just mouth fonts

tony: peter please just turn your brain off for one second

Loki: what do you want from me?

Thor: the truth!

Loki: *laughs*

Thor:

Loki:

Loki: oh you weren’t joking

Bruce: the real treasure was the memories we made along the way

Thor: i almost died

Loki: *wiping away a tear* that was my fondest memory

Making Tony eat: Steve edition

Steve: please, come on eating is so important. do it for me. i’ll make you a sandwich and bring it down to your workshop, promise you’ll eat it.

Tony: fine. whatever.

Making Tony eat: Bucky edition

Bucky: *throwing metal arm at Tony* EAT SOME GOD DAMN FOOD YOU FREAK

Tony: FUCK THE SHUT UP CLUCKY

Bucky: I WILL SHOVE. THE WHOLE PLATE DOWN. YOUR THROAT. DON’T THINK I WON’T.

Tony: PHYSICALLY FIGHT MY WHOLE FACE

Bucky: *launching breadsticks across the room like projectiles* I CARE ABOUT. YOUR. WELL BEING. EAT OR I WILL. SHOOT YOU.

Tony: *screaming*

Bucky: *more screaming*

Accurate

Odin: You have a sister. Her name is Hela.

Thor & Loki: what

Odin:

bucky: look stop fucking around and show us your flying car tony

steve: yeah tony

tony: uh

bucky: your dad promised us a flying car tony

peter: listen. FUCK trains

bucky: this guy gets it

The Ice - Aftermath

(The Ice - Here)

The cold still clung to him as he stepped through the portal and into his bedroom in the sanctum. The warmth of his room felt like an assault on his senses. His hands tingled painfully a little at the sharp, sudden change in temperature.

The cloak flared off his shoulders, slipping off into a corner to settle onto the chair that rested there.

Movement caught his attention in the peripheral of his vision. He turned to see Tony setting his tablet aside and sliding out of their bed. He was dressed in sleep clothes. Stephen blinked and glanced at the time. It had been getting dark when he’d left Nebraska, with the timezone difference it was starting to get late here. But not so late that Tony—who was the definition of a night owl—would be in bed.

“How are you?” Tony asked quietly as he moved closer. His gaze searched Stephen’s face, and Stephen knew that the weight of everything from today was clear and visible to Tony’s too perceptive gaze.

Stephen wasn’t sure if Wong had told Tony what had happened. Because it had to have been Wong who had given Tony the all clear to return to the sanctum after Stephen had sent Tony away.

“I’m… better.” It was true.

Tony nodded. “You look cold,” Tony said, not pursuing the topic. Yet. “Let’s get you into something warmer.”

Stephen didn’t exactly need help changing, but Tony’s hands were warm on his skin as he helped him undress. There was nothing sexual about the moment, just simple love and affection in every trace of touch. Stephen slid into his own sleep clothes, despite the fact that it was too early for bed.

“I’m not ready for sleep,” Stephen warned Tony.

“I know,” Tony said, his expression was soft. “But I wanted you comfortable. We’re going to read, together. Something light and simple, I’ve pulled up a list. Then we’re going to cuddle and if you want to and are ready, you’re going to tell me what nightmare sent you back home.” Tony pressed his hand over Stephen’s heart. “And I’ll listen. Then we can decide whether we’re going to sleep tonight or if we’re going to get dressed again and go for a walk in the middle of the night.”

Some part of Stephen already knew they were going to end up on that midnight walk. There was something about walking hand in hand with Tony through mostly abandoned streets as they talked about everything and nothing, the strain of long days eased away in the light of the moon and intermittent street lights.

Even when they were silent, it was… it was good.

“All right,” Stephen agreed. “What are we reading?”

“You choose,” Tony said. He returned to the bed where he’d left his starkpad and started going through the list. 

Stephen chose a book of poems and settled onto the bed, back against the headboard as Tony started reading aloud. His voice was soothing, and the words took on a rhythmic cadence. Stephen closed his eyes as Tony started on a poem about new beginnings and let the words carry him into a meditative state.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he opened his eyes again. “I’m ready to cuddle, now,” he told Tony as Tony finished another poem, this one about the different firsts of life.

Tony immediately put the tablet to the side, slipping closer to him.

They got comfortable together, Stephen holding Tony tight against him. It always helped to hold Tony, to feel like Tony was safe in his arms where Stephen could protect him. Even if Tony was perfectly capable of protecting himself.

Sometimes Stephen wondered if that was something that lingered from Donna, Stephen’s need to feel like he could protect those he loved when he’d failed to protect her. Or perhaps he’d always have been this way.

The lights dimmed, but didn’t go out. Not when Stephen didn’t want to actually sleep, just wanted to hold Tony close. 

“I’ve told you about Donna,” Stephen said.

“I remember,” Tony said quietly.

Stephen took a deep breath. “I… When I told you to stay at the compound for a few nights, it was because there was a problem with the nightmare realm. It… well, I dreamt of Donna.” He took a deep breath. “I… I’d prepared myself for the accident, for Dormammu, for Thanos. I thought I knew exactly what would plague me. It… it caught me off guard. I wasn’t prepared.” He took a breath. “She… she blamed me.”

Tony didn’t say anything, not immediately. Instead, Tony’s fingers tangled with Stephen’s, tugging Stephen’s arm that rested over Tony’s hips up to his mouth to press a kiss against Stephen’s fingers. “She didn’t,” Tony said quietly. “You know she never would have.”

Stephen thought of his moment on the ice, the quiet there was never anything to forgive, the quiet I love you.

“I know,” he admitted. The words caught in his throat, because it was true, but it had been so long that he’d held onto that guilt that it was difficult to let go. “But I needed to go back. I needed… I needed to say goodbye.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

There was a moment’s pause. “Did it help?”

Stephen swallowed hard. “Yes.” He took a deep breath. There was a part of him that felt like it must be some sort of betrayal to find any sort of peace. But Donna would never have blamed him for it. “It did.”

“It’s what she would want. She’d be happy for you.”

Stephen closed his eyes, pictured Donna again. There was never anything to forgive. I love you. Thought of all of the things in his life that he had finally gotten right. Thought of all those things that he thought Donna would have been proud of.

He held on to the thought tightly and let himself believe.

He does say please, thank you and pardon a lot.

OG: https://amp.knowyourmeme.com/memes/polite-cat

Tw suicide implied

this scene. I want to know what Tony’s game plan was, if Rhodey hadn’t shown up.

Because to me, this looks like he loaded as much evidence as he possibly could onto an obvious projector, taking care to detail the connections that Vanko had to his family, motives, history, etc, all in a clear enough manner that someone else could follow the thought process. Tony also let himself be far from a replacement core, while the one he currently had was clearly about to kill him, and he seemed to have no intention of moving from that spot until Rhodey showed up. Not only that, but the spot he chose? A car. The passenger seat, to be more specific, the same spot his mom died in.

I can only speculate, but i think there’s a chance Rhodey saved Tony’s life that day, by storming downstairs and demanding answers.

I constantly think about the fact that Benedict Cumberbatch was the only actor who was trusted with the full script of Infinity War and Endgame, not only because he is an amazing and prestigious actor, but also because of the importance of his role.

Doctor Strange was the only one who knew what should be done to avert Thanos’ snap.

He knew their first plan on Titan would fail. And yet he tried all the same with the same determination.

He knew Peter Quill would mess up with their attempt to stop Thanos. And yet he let it happen.

He knew he would have to hand the Time Stone, a precious artifact trusted to him by his beloved mentor.

He knew Thanos would succeed, wiping half of the universe. The same universe he swore to protect.

He knew he was going to become dust. He embraced death way before Death herself showed up as a test for him to overcome his physical limits.

He knew he would have to trust the remaining heroes so he could come back, which is incredible already because this is not something Stephen usually does. He hates not being in control.

And finally, he knew who was going to die in the process, being forced to live with all the guilt this knowledge could bring.

Stephen might not have the most important role, but he was above everyone else. And no other hero, stronger or not, was in the same league. Because he’s not just a hero. He’s something more.

And in the end, I’m not disappointed that he isn’t recognized as he should. Because it’s precisely what he does. He protects people from threats they can’t see. He’s not out there, being visible for spotlight. He’s always occult, hidden, because while noble heroes such as the Avengers are fighting in the light, he’s the one in the shadows. He’s the one who protects people when there’s only darkness. And that says a lot about what kind of hero he is. 

I couldn’t be prouder.

by @hmhm2229

Stephen: “The food is too hot, I can’t eat it.”

Tony: “You’re too hot and I still eat you.”

Stephen: *Blushes*

Tony: *winks at him*

Wong, done with them: “ONE dinner. I just want ONE dinner.”

Tony:...Look, there's no way for me to tell you this. At least there's no new way for me to tell you this. I just don't things are gonna work out. Stephen: That's fine. Tony: [surprised] It is? Stephen: Mmm-hmm. Because I know that this isn't the end. Tony: Oh no, you see, actually it is. Stephen: No, it isn't, because you won't let that happen. Don't you know it yet? You love me, Tony Stark. Tony: Oh, no I don't. Stephen: Well then ask yourself this. Why do you think we keep ending up together? New Year's? Who invited who? Valentine's? Who asked who into whose bed? Tony: I did, but-- Stephen: You seek me out. Something deep in your soul calls out to me like a foghorn: "STEPHEN...STEPHEN...!" You want me. You need me. You can't live without me. And you know it. You just don't know you know it. See ya. [he kisses him passionately, then leaves] Tony: - CALL ME!

Tony: Can you keep a secret? Stephen: Do you know anything about my life? Tony: No, I do not. Good point.

Tony: You’re the love of my life, I would do anything for you. Stephen: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Tony: Absolutely not.

Peter : WE'RE GOING TO A CANDY STORE?

Tony : It's night time right now, kid.

Stephen : Yeah, candy stores are closed at this hour.

Harley : WE'RE GOING TO ROB A CANDY STORE?

Bruce: Can I borrow Tony for a second? Stephen: If you must. Tony: Why did you ask him and not me? Bruce: He looked in charge. Tony: Of where I go?

Tony: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Stephen: What did you do?

Tony: Nobody died.

Stephen: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Peter: You're not...

Tony: I love Stephen, not his body!

Peter: what is his favorite tea?

Tony:

Peter: Favorite movie? Or at least a song.

Tony:

Peter:

Tony, who noticed Stephen standing in the doorway: Good, good! I don't know any of this, but do you know why? Because it doesn't matter. I know that your favorite tea is in that blue jar with incomprehensible hieroglyphs and it never ends, because you keep track of it yourself, and I just learned how to brew it better than anyone. I do not know your favorite movie, because you are a bore and you disassemble each of them into some small details so that you are interested and you know what? I love listening to these reflections of yours, although you are shy and try to be silent when we watch movies together. And you don't have your favorite food, because your magical stomach digests our food worse and worse, and now you only eat some incomprehensible tentacles in the mucus.

Stephen, who had not slept for several days because of his magical affairs and just came into the kitchen for coffee: baby, I never doubted your love.

Tony:

Peter, who just wanted to know more about the Doctor: sorry, I'd better go.

Stephen: Where are you going? Tony: Hell, eventually.

Tony : Maybe it's true that I look at Stephen in a loving way, talk to him lovingly, and have loving feelings for Stephen, but does that mean I love Stephen?

Tony :

Tony : Oh my god, I'm in love with Stephen

Tony : Why didn't you tell me?

Peter : I thought you knew already!

First meet.