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Newscaster Supreme can destroy a person without even getting up.

Does Avengers Academy even have a main storyline at this point? I haven’t gotten any main story missions in almost a year and the tab for it vanished. Since then it’s just been event after event. I was able to unlock The Hulk normally and get Thor in an event, was the main game supposed to end after you got Thor? If so that kind of sucks because I still have two areas to unlock and no idea how to do that.

This made me tear up 😢

I’ll miss you Newscaster Supreme

Me: I think I’m finally able to move past Endgame

What’s sitting on the counter waiting for me after work:

Me:

MCU CHARACTERS I DON'T LIKE THAT MUCH/THINK ARE OVERRATED

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

UNPOPULAR/HATED ON MCU CHARACTERS I PREFER

Clint Barton

Sam Wilson

Carol Danvers

Jane Foster

Peggy Carter

Hank Pym

Pietro and Wanda Maximoff

Bruce Banner

OTHERS I COULDN'T FIT

James Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Sharron Carter

Now this does not mean I hate Tony or Nat at all I just think they are way over hyped and I can't find much to like about them. Idk maybe my opinion will change with the Black Widow movie coming out in a couple months. I STILL LOVE TONY STARK AND NATASHA ROMANOFF.

A Hawkeye, first in a series of commissions for mysteriesofme! This was incredibly fun! :D

Natasha: Lets go.

Tony: Wait, if you're here who's guarding Hades?

Clint: Run, bitch. RUN

^^ This is Tony BTW

Natasha: Lets go.

Tony: Wait, if you're here who's guarding Hades?

Clint: Run, bitch. RUN

Clint: So, we broke a rule.

Nat: Yeah. Hope it wasn't a mistake.

Clint: "Hope it wasn't a mistake." Title of your sex tape. Oh! Title of our sex tape!

I want to write a DC and Marvel crossover where the Justice League and Avengers meet and work together maybe merge together forming a big super team.

But I have so much to figure out, from main characters and ships to power levels and vulnerabilities.

Yes! I’m still alive and ready to party!

Kriff you Joss Whedon and your BruTasha Ship!

CLINTASHA SHIPPERS ARE YA’LL ALIVE???

All jokes aside, the cat’s a good thing. Clint has some self-respect left and refuses to pine after a cat guy. “Are you actually being serious right now?” Nat elbows him in the gut as Clint stares at Bucky’s bleeding face, whimpering a little when he just spits out some blood and, with a scowl, waves off the medic who dares to approach him. “Why is this so hot?” Clint fans himself with his own t-shirt, stretching the cotton with each drag, and pines with the intensity and urgency of at least a hundred dying phone batteries.

[or]

Clint has a type. And his type is assholes.

Y/n: *running into the living with a smile* omg! Omg! Omg!

Natasha: *sitting on the couch with the rest of the avengers* what are you laughing about

Y/n: I changed Steve's ring tone

Tony: really?

Bucky: to what?

Y/n: *whispering* hold on

Steve:*walks in* hey guys

Y/n:*dialing on phone*hey stevie

Steve's phone:

Young Heros-Clint

Clint

They were in California this time, fighting in Sanbernardino County. Clint didn’t know the area, hadn’t had time to memorize streets and routes. The consequence for this was him getting lost. That’s not to say he just wandered off all willy nilly, no, he just caught a joy ride on an enemy drone.

The thing was fast and streamline, armed with lightweight weapons. He’d gotten twirled around, and stunned for his efforts before he fell into a tree.

“Stupid super villains. “ he grumbled looking around, trying to find something familiar...there was nothing. Of course! This was just his luck! Why was he always the one away from the battle field. The buzz of the drone was near by, so he followed, hoping it would be heading back to its master.

The scraping of shoes on gravel echoed around him, he ran faster. Puffed breathing and subtle zapping of a taser, he pushed further. A crash as he rounded the corner, eyes sharp, arrow notched, ready for battle. Standing I. The middle of the street was a girl, ragged clothes, dirty and worn. Her hair cut short, eyes jaded, skin dining a caramel tan.

She shot him a look, startled at his appearance. She shifted her stance, ready to run, in her hand was a slab of wood, at her feet was the drone, metal bent, wire exposed.

“Wait.” Clint warned, relaxing his grip on his bow. “Do you know this area, can you take me to the fight?”

The girl, she couldn’t be any older than ten, narrowed her eyes, sizing him up before she offered a jerky nod. She moved towards him, quickly snatching up his arm and dragging him through the streets.

“Hey, Hey! Let go, I can follow just fine jeez!” He shouted, trying to wrestle himself out of the grip. The girl had a surprising amount of strength. A swift twist, a sharp jerk, and suddenly he was against an ally wall being glowered at by this tiny Latina girl who started waving her hands around dramatically,...or so he thought.

The girl obviously saw the confusion in his eyes, as she stopped, took in a deep breath, and released the tension in her body, hands coming up to sign.

“I will help you, but we must follow the street rules. We are trespassing. Follow me, quickly.” He read

“Well why didn’t you say so earlier! Lead on!” He offered his arm with a teasing smile. The girl’s lip quirked slighting, and then they were off.

They made quick work of getting to the thicket of the action, and when they arrived Clint turned to the girl and signed.

“Thank you for your help.”

A bright smile lit up her face as she turned to to run from danger. Clint would remember the girl for years to come.

———

Jen was four when she ran away, at the time she didn’t know much about the world, only that it consisted of an abusive asshole and a negligent narcissist bitch. Neither wanted a child, and death would be imminent if she stayed. So she ran.

It became prominent to her that the world was a beautiful place filled with ugly people. Of course, she had also met a few exceptions to that (an old deaf lady that taught her sign language after learning she was mute, an teenage boy who taught her how to fight dirty and win, a gay man that taught her how to cook with only what you had on you, a trans woman who taught her how to heal, ext.).

Jen learned how to survive the streets, she could free run and parkour with no fear, she learned that death was inevitable so she had to live life to its fullest. No, she never went to school, but she could earn money just fine, she thrives in the arts department, she sold trinket and commissioned art online, she was poor but she found that despite the hard ships, she loved living.

So when she came face to camera with a current villain’s drone, she faced the challenge head on, ready to run if she found she couldn’t over come the piece of machinery, and to fight with all she had because there were people who cared for her and that she cared for. She had fans that wanted more of her work, she wanted to inspire others like others had inspired her. She had a reason to live and that made her dangerous.

In a flash, a slab of wood was in her hands, gravel shifting loud under her feet,, she was ready. A taser shot out, prepared to zap her but she was having none of it. Her skills and lethal body aiding her in moving quickly. A heaving breather, the sound of metal crumbling under the weight of her swing, victory rushed through her veins.

A skid on boots and asphalt, she whipping her head towards the invader, ready for another enemy, only to find a known hero, Hawkeye. She really needed to get out of there, she was no match for what ever he had to fight against.

“Wait! Do you you know that area? Can you take me to the fight?”

Was he being serious? Really? Had he gotten lost? The thought was both worrying and incredibly humorous to her, she didn’t show that though, no need for him to think she was mocking him. She nodded and strode over to him, taking a firm hold of his arm as she dragged him along. They had to stop when he tried to struggle though. They were in dangerous territory, they had to get out of there before the gang caught word.

She whipped around to face him, hands flying about in almost incoherent aborted words, a result of her frustration and fear. She stopped to calm herself, signing correctly this time.

“I will help you, but we must follow the street rules. We are trespassing. Follow me, quickly.”

She lead him through streets, alleyways, back streets, at one point she even lead him to a roof top and down a tree. When they reached his destination, he signed his farewell, she couldn’t help the genuine smile that pulled at her lips.

Yeah, she wanted to be like him, someone that would inspire others to do their best even at their lowest points.

Getting lost in the middle of battle, really

Exploring Explosions ~

Bucky x reader

: ⚠️ warnings mentions of Sharon, coma, memory loss, and brain stuff ⚠️ :

Summary - While on a mission, something happens to bucky while on the journey to recover, he fines something he wants more than life itself.

(I know I used this before, but look at him)

(And ik these and short and kinda move fast but other wise imma dragggg this out and ain't noone wants that! 😭)

Part 1

Your heals clicked and clacked as you make your way to the living room, as you entered the room Steve stood up and gave you a look of concern look then sat down when he didn't see any distress on your face. You sat in the armchair, looking at your papers, biting your lip, making sure there was nothing else you could do at this moment.

"Good news first.. bucky should make a full recovery and there's no long term damage, the rush surrounding his face will die done duo to the super serum and cream we can provide him-" you were about to get to the not so good news when a irritated voice pipes up from the back. Sharon. "Can you get on with it, like we get it you 'saved him' just tell me what's wrong with him" She states as everyone just stares at her in disbelief, you blink a few times before ignoring her statement completely.

"As I was saying, the issue is the substance sprayed in Mr Barnes' face - well, uhh - to put it simply, it would affect how and what the brain releases chemically. So far, his brain has produced more dopamine, and we have a fair guess that it could also produce more oxytocin at an alarming rate."

You got some nods of understanding, some blank faces, and some straight out confused about what's going on, you were about to explain more but you got a notification that you were needing back at medical. Excusing yourself you quickly left the room and made your way down the hall to the medical ward and started praying on the way that no one died, you cursed under your breath for being stylish and wearing your heels and not your crocs or boots.

You slip through the Automatic sliding doors and went to Barnes door scanning your card and finger, the door opened and you quickly went inside locking it behind you, confused as to why you were notified that his vitals changed drastically becuase they looked normal. Then it hit you, They shouldn't be this normal. You unhooked, then sleeping soldier and grabbed the front of his bed, pulling him to the door, unlocking it and dragging it out, yelling for help, and to get the MRI machine ready. Once he's in the machine and getting scanned, you whip out your phone to inform cap that his best friend might be a lot worse than thought to be.

Cap entered just when James was being moved from the room and was being put back. He looked for you and saw you at the desk looking puzzled by his results. Before you could even speak, he knew you would have some big words and to give it to him so simply that even thor would understand.

"The stuff he was sprayed with was so old that it took time kicking in, and now it has the body got so almost stressed it thought its best way to survive was to just go black." You said with a straight face, and Steve understood but also knew you left parts out you couldnt dumb down. "Steve.. if worse comes to worse, he could be in a coma for years.. and the best outcome is memory loss, " which hung in the air for quite some time before he just started nodding and walking around, pacing back and forth. He sat on the ground and just looked shocked and in denial.

@unaxv @sapphirebarnes

(Idk if it worked)

Nat. She speaks more languages.

Ok, for fic writing purposes, who do you think would be more likely to fluently speak Spanish, Clint or Natasha?

I want a 5 year old with a missing tooth to tell Wanda that she’s her favorite superhero when she is scared.

I so wish this to happen, I cannot describe how much!!

Avengers: Endgame / Marvel’s What If 1x08

Happy New Year!

I wish Marvel would have kept Clint’s hearing loss in the movies. Some of my favorite fan fictions have the Avengers all learn ASL so Clint doesn’t have to wear his hearing aids all the time 😍

WinterHawk ⚾️

Check out this adorable story about Bucky and Clint. @nightwideopen is a fantastic author! 💜🖤

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21458641