20 Jul 2018
After everything with the Accords, Tony Stark's reputation is in the toilet. Fortunately, he's got Spider-Man to make it better.
(AKA Five times Peter and Tony's relationship made the internet implode a little)
- Part 1 of The Publicity Verse
30 Sep 2018
What kind of a police officer would give Captain America a speeding ticket? Apparently, one such as Deputy James 'Bucky' Barnes, who had no qualms about it whatsoever.
Bucky meets a guy.
The guy turns out to be a bit weird, adorably honest and very, very handsome.
Minor detail: he also happens to be Captain-bloody-America.
Bucky shouldn't get his hopes up. Then again, he never does what he's supposed to, so why start now?
12 Jun 2018
“Man, are you ever planning on clueing Stark into the fact that you know exactly what’s up with this century?”
A smirk curled around Steve’s lips as he glanced at Sam. He laughed when his friend groaned.
“Not a chance in hell.”
When Steve Rogers came out of the ice, the world was convinced they knew everything about him. The world was convinced that Steve would hate the future, and all of its strange technology. Of course, the world was wrong - not that Steve felt the need to let them know.
Because what the world seemed to forget, was the fact that Steve Rogers is a little shit.
Coulson, for his part, stares up at Bucky with such a betrayed look of frozen horror that Natasha actually goes the extra step and presses another button, capturing the moment and airdropping the photograph to her phone for posterity. When he speaks, his voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Why…?” He swallows and starts again, trying for some semblance of normality. “...Why would you tweet something like that?!”
“If you must know, sir,” and somehow he manages to make ‘sir’ come out with the same inflection most people reserve for ‘motherfucking son of a bitch’, “it’s because I have a difficult time doing my job when my job involves monitoring the man with the best fucking ass in the United States of America.” He slowly lowers himself back into his seat until he’s at eye level, making extreme eye contact with Coulson until Coulson turns away to make mortified eye contact in Natasha’s general direction through the one-way glass. Natasha would take another picture, if she weren’t too busy catching Steve’s red-faced sputtering. “Sometimes, I vent to my Twitter followers. Sometimes, it’s about hot men with washboard abs. Can I go now, or do you need a graphic description of how I pleasure myself at night?”
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