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I keep saying I’m going to fix my sleep schedule eventually and actually go to sleep at a reasonable hour

and thEN LOOK WHAT HAPPENS

stormylittleworldshaker:

If I ever go a week without reblogging this please check on me

(Source: micool-jones, via inspiredbystruggle)

(Since I can’t tag asks on mobile I did this the super complicated way)

Alwaysss! Some might end up taking forever to write (I’m still working on like, two or three) but some get churned out in a few hours, like this one! I adore prompts, especially with these two. Even when they don’t turn out exactly how I intended when I started them.

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Steve hadn’t actually found himself in New York for long at all since SHIELD fell. He’d been informed that he had a floor at Stark Tower - though apparently they’d been going through the process of renaming it Avengers Tower - and Tony had firmly ignored any protests about it, ending the call with a brisk “See you when you move in.” If he were honest with himself, there wasn’t much to complain about. His old apartment was nice enough but it felt odd going back after his returned-from-the-dead best friend had shot his old boss in the living room.

There hadn’t been much time to consider it recently anyway; he and Sam had been moving from city to city following leads, whispers, any hint they could get about where Bucky might have turned up. The closest they’d gotten so far was in a small costal town in North Carolina, when Steve had caught a quick glimpse of a silver hand and carefully shadowed eyes in a passing crowd. They’d lost him immediately and came to the consensus that Bucky wasn’t about to be found before he wanted to be. It was a draining search despite there being essentially no type of action, and after another week or so they had agreed to give it a break.

Sam returned to his place in DC, promising to keep an ear out for anything that might need looking into, and Steve had finally decided that, with SHIELD gone, there wasn’t much reason not to check in to New York. He’d called ahead to let Tony know that it was just a visit for the moment to get a look at the area and Tony had informed him that he’d get his key system set up.

It was Clint, ironically, that was the one to meet him in the lobby. At the questioning look the archer had just shrugged absently. “Stark’s in some R&D meeting or something,” he explained. “Probably forgot you were coming, knowing him.”

"And he’s wrangled you into staying here?"

"Well all my stuff was at SHIELD, and as they’re no longer paying for rent…" Clint swiped his card at the elevator door with practiced ease and leaned against the wall as the numbers above the door began dropping. "We’ve come to an understanding. He doesn’t go through my stuff, I don’t shoot his robots. Could be worse."

The elevator arrived with the usual soft ding and Clint had just punched in the floor number when a hurried “Hold the door!” had him tossing an arm out to keep it from closing. Steve didn’t pay much mind to the new occupant initially, taking a moment to wonder just how Tony had managed to make an elevator look like it could do calculus for you. It was only when he realized he recognized the voice that he actually focused on the woman who had joined them.

"I realize it’s time-sensitive, Troy - I just can’t do a whole lot with all this damn red tape they’ve put up around us." Maria was talking into a headset that he hadn’t noticed right away, a tablet in one hand that was tilted carefully away from Clint as he seemed to be trying to read it over her shoulder. "Tell Klein I’ll call him once I talk to Pepper, alright? We need to get those satellites running sooner rather than later."

She apparently ended the call, free hand going to press a button on the earpiece before she gave a quick sigh and glanced around. Steve wasn’t entirely surprised he hadn’t recognized her at first; all of his previous encounters with Maria Hill had been with SHIELD, and she’d never strayed from the standard black uniform. Now she had a blue blouse, slacks, hell, her hair was actually down, that was new…

"Captain." He blinked quickly when she shot him a quick polite smile before turning to tap at something on the tablet. "Didn’t know you were dropping by."

The subtle nudge Clint gave him was entirely unnecessary and Steve resisted the urge to return it. “Getting the grand tour, apparently. Tony’s trying to convince me to move in.”

"Not surprising. Just don’t let him program any door codes for you, they’ll be ridiculous - and what, exactly, is that look for, Barton?"

Steve barely looked over in time to catch the wide smirk before it was wiped away. “Nothing,” Clint said immediately. “Just still not used to seeing you looking like some kind of civilian, right, Steve?”

It took a decent amount of self control not to glare at the other man because he was looking far too smug about nothing, even though hell, he was sort of right. It was an entirely different presence Maria commanded out of uniform, but still an impressive one, and it was just as beautiful as the first time he’d seen her on the Helicarrier, and there was no reason for Clint to know any of that.

"Considering you’ve been here for a couple months, I’m a little skeptical," Maria told him. "It’d be slightly more believable for Rogers."

"It looks good," Steve found himself saying, and then grimaced a little just as the elevator doors opened. "I mean it’s…different, but…" He could practically feel Clint trying to hold back his laughter and pointedly ignored it.

Maria considered him a moment, then smiled - less of the automatic polite smile he’d gotten before and more something genuine. “Move in,” she advised him unexpectedly, adjusting her grip on her tablet as she stepped into what looked like an office area. “We need someone to even him out until Natasha gets back.”

The doors closed again behind her and it only took a few seconds for Clint to snort loudly.

"Could you be any more obvious?”

"Shut up."

"Aw man, Nat totally owes me twenty bucks…"

(Since I can’t tag asks on mobile I did this the super complicated way)

Alwaysss! Some might end up taking forever to write (I’m still working on like, two or three) but some get churned out in a few hours, like this one! I adore prompts, especially with these two. Even when they don’t turn out exactly how I intended when I started them.

Under the cut, as usual!

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verysharpteeth:

I feel like Peggy was telling that grenade story to the Howling Commandos one night and before she gets to the exciting part, Bucky just sighs and goes “he jumped on it, didn’t he” and rolls his eyes and takes a drink because he’s just so done.

(via deprofundisclamoadte)


age of ultron 

age of ultron 

(Source: gosh-i-love-arrows, via arms-and-arrows)

oh no

we’ve reached the end of this billing period

which means the internet is reset

and see, I do hate the slow internet, I do, it drives me mad

but at least I don’t have to worry about using up all the bandwidth like I do when it first resets

because now I’m going to have to be SUPER CAREFUL and avoid Tumblr like mad and pretty much do nothing interesting

and it will STILL use up all the internet within a matter of a week, at the most, and then my mom will get all annoyed again because REALLY DISH and I’ll tell her again that I DO TRY I SWEAR, IT JUST HATES ME

and then we’ll run out and then I’ll be back to the super slow internet until I go back to school

I cannot wait to get back to school internet, let me tell you

Bourne Legacy and Looper reference on the same page

aww yiss

Bourne Legacy and Looper reference on the same page

aww yiss

I admit to vaguely considering actually getting an upgrade at some point in the near-ish future

but this is great and pretty much covers all my reasons for loving my dinosaur

The real difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin

brilliantbucky:

evil-freak:

Gryffindor : Mate, I would die for you

Slytherin : I will kill for you, bro. Just give me the word, the bitch is dead

Ravenclaw: I’ll find a way we both can survive

Hufflepuff: I’ll die with you

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