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Episode Two : Gracie Bloodworth.

Ps: This is taking place in a Thanos-less and Ultron-less world because I do not appreciate it when my favourite characters die. Like I'm fine with them being traumatized forever but un-aliving them is out of the question

Ps: If you do not recognize her don't be alarmed. She's an OC of mine. And if you do, it's because I mentioned her in episode one

- Gracie Ibtisam Bloodworth.

- Her name suits her so well because she's always smiling.

- She has a very hard time keeping her cool when in certain situations.

- Her parents met in Algeria, her mum's country, when her dad went there for a documentary.

- She was also a reporter and they worked together.

- Fast forward 5 years, her parents are married, they move to the U.S. and Gracie Ibtisam Bloodworth was born.

- Due to being part Mediterranean, she has these big, very dark eyes, long black eyelashes and a deep skin tone.

- In the summer, after a few hours at the beach, she practically glows.

- Gracie has a particular hair colour.

- It's a shade of brown that goes lighter towards mid-length. Almost like a copper-ish colour.

- She explains it with an equation.

- Blond mum + redhead grandparents on her maternal side + brown-haired dad + blond grandparents on her dad's side = Gracie.

- She even made one of those TikToks that goes "I'm at the pizza hut. I'm at the Taco Bell." and you show where you're from.

- It's her favourite thing about herself.

- She's very Mediterranean.

- She talks with her hands.

- There are more bottles of olive oil (real olive oil) in her home than in any of her friends' houses.

- She can be very loud.

- But one thing's for sure.

- She knows how to party.

- Gracie has a younger brother.

- Evan Youssef Bloodworth.

- The absolute light of her life.

- She loves him more than anything and you can frequently find them in her room, spending time together or cuddling after Evan had a nightmare or just a particularly bad day.

- When her family moved to The U.S., they moved to the same building as the Parker family, and immediately, she and Lizzie Parker became best friends.

- They would spend all of their time together.

- May and Ben thought of her as their daughter just like they considered Lizzie and Peter their children.

- And so did her parents, Meriem and Joseph.

- Gracie was just as sad as Lizzie and Peter when Ben died.

- Up until that point, she had never lost anyone and she never imagined that, her hero would die.

- The fact that he had promised to teach her to play chess the next day but never came back made things even more difficult for her.

- She really wasn't prepared.

- After that, Gracie developed the caretaker side of herself.

- She can be very... Maternal.

- Always making sure everyone had eaten.

- Making copies of Lizzie's, Evan's and even Peter's homework because she knows he can be super forgetful.

- Going as far as packing an extra pair of gloves and a scarf during the wintertime.

- Peter and she were never that close.

- They would greet each other and ask about their respective days but it never went farther than that.

- Until she got to college and Peter was in his 3rd year.

- Gracie was in the library, he came in and it made sense to sit next to her.

- So he did.

- And from that point on they would sit together and study in silence.

- They would even save a seat for each other.

- Gracie grew up in a multi-cultural home.

- She grew up speaking multiple languages.

- Like 3/4 of the Algerian population.

- She's fluent in French, Classical Arabic, Dardja, Berber and of course, English.

- At one point, she considered studying Arabic literature but she quickly figured out that Mahmoud Darwish and Ilya Abu Madi weren't the only poets she would have to study.

- Gracie grew up attending church on Sundays and mosque on Fridays.

- On Fridays, she would eat Couscous and on Sundays, it was roast.

- Once, she had to do a whole project about the culture she came from.

- She showed up to school wearing a white Berber dress, traditional silver jewellery, and converse.

- She never felt fully American.

- She never felt fully Algerian either.

- She was somewhere in between.

- Her favourite thing to do with her mum is to watch shows, under the covers with a nice cup of tea.

- Her favourite thing to do with her dad is to dance.

- Her favourite thing to do with Evan is to go to the arcades.

- Her favourite thing to do with May is to cook.

- Her favourite thing to do with Peter is to tell him stories.

- Her favourite thing to do with Lizzie is to watch her paint.

- Lizzie and her know each other like they share the same mind.

- They're everything to each other.

- They're sisters, best friends, maids of honour, emergency contact, partners in crime, role models.

- Gracie is Lizzie's muse.

- Lizzie has painted more portraits of Gracie than anything or anyone else.

- Gracie will not hesitate to beat up anyone who harms her best friend.

- When Lizzie went through her first break-up, Gracie slashed the girl's tires.

- No one ever figured out it was her.

Hi! If you enjoyed these headcanons or want to see someone specific or, you have a particular scenario in mind, please tell me about it, I would love to get your feedback.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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I have a theory that Mobius from the Loki series is actually another variant of Loki. Think about it, all of the TVA workers are variants kidnapped from the sacred timeline, and Mobius is one of those workers. When Mobius was pruned, he ended up in the void or at least a version of the void that appeared to be specifically for varaints of Loki (I assume this due to the fact that all of the inhabitants are variants of Loki). Now, because Mobius ended up there (in what appears to be the Loki void) by default, I think he is another variant of Loki.

DAY 15: A HOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS

pairing: platonic!avengers x gn!stark!reader, peter parker x gn!stark!reader

summary: just a few domestic headcanons about living with the avengers

warnings: mentions of kissing

notes: not really christmas themed, but whatever lol

living in the stark tower was the best thing in the world for you. you were sixteen and it felt like all of a sudden you had a huge family, when before it had always only been your dad and you

the best thing about it was, that they all didn't really act like grown ups but more like much older siblings. but it was great to have some role models, that weren't pepper or tony

then when peter and his aunt moved into the tower, you couldn't have been happier. he was your age and the both of you hit it off immidiately

tony wasn't really happy about this, but he knew that both you and peter were good kids and eventually accepted it, to his luck, the avengers really are teenager and constantly made jokes about your and peters relationship

the worst thing that ever happened was when sam caught you and peter making out in the kitchen on new years day. of course, sam being sam, he didn't shut up about it and it took about ten minutes for everyone to know

that situation was mentioned a lot during the next few months and you and peter found it absolutely embarassing.

every sunday there is a big family dinner, which includes all the avengers and is mandatory

these dinners are CHAOTIC, it's loud and everyone talks over the other but you absolutely love it and wouldn't have it any other way

every friday evening is game night and each of the avengers takes it very serious, because the winner decided what you'll eat on sunday. sometimes you play scrabble, or poker and sometimes also charade, which was banned after a few times, because peter and you always won

the avengers were sure you were cheating, but peter and you had just decided on very indicating gestures that told the other if the word was a movie, a book or anything else

steve spend a week researching how you had done it

speaking of steve: you love to show him and thor everything that is going on in the world, considering they're the ones that aren't really on the internet

you created a tiktok account for thor and he only made one video and went viral immediately, gatherin thousands of follower, while you have like a hundred followers, despite posting 200+ tiktoks

you have a close relationship with wanda and nat, those two are often the most sane adults around you, so you often come to them if you have problems, like a fight with peter or anything

ultimately you keep a close relationship with all of the avengers and they're like a family to you

you're probably the most loved 16 year old in the world lmao

taglist: @twistedhistory @bakingintheshire @mqstermindswift @taygrls @athenalikethegoddess @helpimhopelesslyinlove

—tolerate it

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: maybe you and peter had done a good job at ignoring your problems, or maybe there was nothing worth saving anymore

warnings: toxic!peter, basically a very toxic relationship, underage drinking, a bit too much drinking.. let me know if i missed something

note: the ending is a bit in the air, you can make out of it what you want

"hey! how are you?" gwen hugged you smiling and sat down on the sofa beside you.

"i'm good" you smiled "where's harry?" you asked, finding it weird that he was nowhere in sight.

"oh he's off playing beer-pong with his friends" gwen explained "i saw you across the room and thought i'd join you" she paused, unsure if she should say what she was thinking, but eventually did "you looked lonely"

you nodded your head and gwen swore she saw you blink away a tear. "thanks for sitting by me" you smiled and then looked around the room quickly "i don't know where he is, he told me to wait here. it's been an hour since i've last seen him"

"oh sweetheart" you had almost bursted into tears at her caring tone "he just left you here?"

you shrugged, it's not like that was something new to you. peter would often bring you with him to these frat parties, just to disappear into thin air the moment you entered a place.

"i don't mind" you lied and gwen looked at you unbelievingly. "it's great that you are here, finally someone i know" you meant to change the topic, but gwen furrowed her brows at that.

"he left you alone and you don't even know anyone?" she asked unbelievingly "does he know how dangerous these parties can get?"

the question was rhetoric. of course peter knew that.

"i don't drink" you said, as if that would make it any better.

"doesn't matter" gwen shook her head "everyone else does" she took a calming breath "why would you even be here when you just sit on your own?"

"because peter likes to take me with him"

"and he isn't anywhere to be found" gwen looked around the room "typical"

"he doesn't always do that"

"he did it back in highschool too" gwen reminded you "i thought he had stopped with that, i thought he had changed, was the only explanation for me how you guys were still together"

"i really don't mind"

"well you should" she looked at you worriedly "why don't you just break up with that dick, y/n?"

"i love him" you said as if that would excuse everything. "i have loved him for the past five years"

"and he treats you like that?"

you shrugged. "i can't help it" you almost said bitterly "sometimes i hate him, especially when he does things like that, but i still love him"

"do you think that is healthy?" gwen asked genuinely.

you shook your head and tears brimmed at your eyes. "no" you looked into her eyes and she could've almost started crying too. "love shouldn't be like this, right? loving someone should be easy" you turned your head to look at harry and gwen followed the direction your eyes where going "it looks easy for you two"

gwen had to be honest "it's not always easy" she admitted.

"i know" you said "but i don't think it should make me feel how i feel"

"how do you feel?"

"hurt" you simply said "i feel hurt any time i look at him"

gwen was ready to repeat her earlier advice, simply convincing you to finally break up with peter parker, but to her surprise you weren't finished.

you breathed a shaky breath. "and i feel guilty" you almost whispered "there was a time where it was easy to love him, as easy as breathing and doing it made me happy. it felt like back then we were loving each other the right way and now-" you paused and sighed "i don't think we have been loving each other the right way for a long time. but somehow we still belong together, even if that doesn't make sense in the slightest"

"i don't know if it does" gwen said honestly "but that doesn't make it wrong" she thought about what to tell you, and her mind slipped by the question if a frat party was the right place for a conversation like that, but she continued to speak anyway. "did you ever tell peter that?"

"what?" you looked up to her in surprise.

"maybe it would help both of you to talk about it" gwen suggested "he might be feeling the same way" she shrugged. "but just so you know, his behaviour is still absolutely unacceptable and if he doesn't change it up i'll have harry take care of him"

"thank you" you smiled, hugging her.

when you sat back down, there was a loud voice calling your name and soon enough peter entered your field of vision. he was being held up by harry.

"he's wasted" harry explained, which wouldn't have been necessary. you had known it immediately when you had first heard him call for you.

"y/n" peter slurred, trying to free himself out of harry's hold "let's make out"

you sighed and ignored him, instead turning your head at harry and gwen. "could you maybe help me to get him home?" you asked "i would do it alone, but it's late and i don't—“

"of course" gwen interrupted your rambling. harry nodded as well.

"thank you" you said, relieved.

gwen and harry helped you navigate through the crowded party, guiding peter, who was clearly in no state to walk on his own. as you exited the chaos of the frat house, the cool night air hit you, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

"he's really out of it," harry remarked, glancing at peter struggling to keep his balance.

"yeah" you nodded, a tinge of embarrassment in your voice. "i appreciate your help. i didn't want to deal with this alone."

gwen gave you a sympathetic look "you shouldn't have to deal with this at all," she said, genuine concern etched on her face.

as you reached peter’s place, you collectively managed to get him inside and settled on the couch. harry, ever the protective friend, shot peter a disapproving look.

"i’ll take care of him," you assured them, grateful for their assistance.

harry hesitated, "are you sure you're okay?"

you nodded, "yeah, i’ll manage. thanks again for helping."

after gwen and harry left, you found yourself alone with peter, who was now slumped on the couch, still lost in the haze of alcohol. you sighed, both annoyed and exhausted by the evening's events.

you unfolded one of the blankets, burying peter under it. then you made sure he was laying on the side and set a few alarms to check on him throughout the night. you left the room, slipping into the bed in the other room.

the night was not as busy as you had predicted it to be. peter did not wake up and was fine and breathing as normal any time you checked on him, probably thanks to his faster metabolism, getting rid of the alcohol as fast as it had registered in his body.

it was only nine a.m. when you silently walked out of the bedroom on your way to the toilet. peter was still asleep, peacefully laying on the couch. your eyes softened when they fell on him. he looked so tired, but still much more like him than yesterday.

he was just sitting up when you came back from the bathroom. "hey" he muttered, his voice hoarse.

"hi"

you contemplated gwen's words from yesterday, the sincerity in her eyes when she spoke about love not always being easy. the heaviness in your chest returned as you looked at peter, wondering if it was time to address the issues that had been piling up between you.

"peter," you said, your voice firm but weary. "i think we need to talk."

he blinked at you, not quite awake yet. "talk? right now?"

"yes, peter, right now" you took a deep breath. "I can't keep feeling like this. like i'm alone in our relationship like i'm waiting for you all the time."

his brow furrowed in confusion, but you pressed on, "i love you, but things can't continue like this. we need to figure out if we're still right for each other."

peter's eyes widened. "what are you saying?"

"i'm saying we need to either fix this or admit that maybe it's time to move on," you replied, your voice steady despite the emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

the room fell silent as peter processed your words. eventually, he let out a heavy sigh, "i didn't realize it was this bad."

tears welled up in your eyes, "it's been bad for a while now, peter. we can't keep pretending like everything is fine."

he nodded slowly, a mixture of regret and realization crossing his features. "i want to make us work, but i don't want you to feel like that" he paused, just for a second, a few tears slipping over his cheeks "i didn't know.."

"i should've told you"

"i should've noticed" he looked up at you, regret evident on his features.

"yeah" you admitted "maybe you should've" you softly put a hand on his shoulder, he grabbed it, comfortingly squeezing it.

"i've been acting like a dick, maybe because i knew deep down that something was wrong. i thought shutting you out would shut the problem out too" he admitted and you nodded, somewhat understanding what he was talking about.

"i've been holding on to something too" you said softly "but ignorance won't help us anymore"

"i'm sorry" he said, adverting his eyes.

"i know, peter" you nodded "me too"

Tony *at grocery store with Peter*: Hey Pete, what's your favorite snack?

Peter *reaches for Tide pods*: This. This is my favorite snack.

Tony *at grocery store with Peter*: Hey Pete, what's your favorite snack?

Peter *reaches for Tide pods*: This. This is my favorite snack.

Tony *at grocery store with Peter*: Hey Pete, what's your favorite snack?

Peter *reaches for Tide pods*: This. This is my favorite snack.

Helloooo, im pretty sure your requests are open right now, so can I request Hc for Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, and Steve Rogers (if you want you can also do T'Challa) where they are the Parent figures of the youngest avenger? (if you do T'Challa I'd rather go for a brother figure for him) so just platonic fluff if you do that :33 (Idm if it's Fem or Gender neutral) Also dw if you dont write this, have a great day/night <33

Marvel Avengers characters as Parental Father/Mother/Brother figure to the youngest Avenger of the team.

Tony Stark

Tony may come off as a bit of a playboy and a rebel, but deep down, he has a heart of gold. Especially when it comes to the youngest member of the Avengers, s/o. Tony sees s/o as a protege, someone who can learn from his own experiences and mistakes. He takes s/o under his wing, offering guidance, support, and a shoulder to lean on.

As a father figure, Tony is fiercely protective of s/o, always looking out for their well-being and safety. He imparts valuable life lessons, teaching s/o about responsibility, courage, and the importance of using their powers for good. Tony encourages s/o to embrace their uniqueness and to never be afraid to stand up for what they believe in.

Despite his busy schedule and the demands of being a superhero, Tony always makes time for s/o. He listens to their concerns, offers advice, and shares in their triumphs and struggles. Whether it's helping s/o with their training, building new gadgets together, or simply spending quality time bonding, Tony cherishes every moment he gets to spend with s/o.

Through his actions and words, Tony shows s/o that they are valued, loved, and supported. He may not always express his emotions openly, but his actions speak louder than words. Tony Stark may be a billionaire, a genius, and a superhero, but above all, he is a father figure who will always be there for s/o, no matter what challenges they may face.

Clint Barton

Clint took on the role of a father figure to s/o, the youngest member of the Avengers, with a sense of responsibility and care that mirrored his own role as a father to his children. Despite being a skilled and experienced operative, Barton approached s/o with patience, understanding, and a willingness to guide and mentor them in their journey as a superhero. He shared his knowledge, skills, and experiences with s/o, helping them to navigate the challenges and responsibilities that came with being a member of the Avengers.

Barton's fatherly instincts kicked in as he looked out for s/o's well-being, offering them advice, support, and encouragement when needed. He made sure s/o felt included, valued, and supported within the team, creating a sense of family and belonging for them. Barton's protective nature extended to s/o, as he prioritized their safety and ensured they were prepared for any dangerous situations they might face.

Despite the weight of his own personal losses and struggles, Barton found solace in being a positive influence and role model for s/o, imparting important life lessons and values that went beyond just being a superhero. He showed s/o what it meant to be brave, compassionate, and selfless, leading by example and instilling in them a sense of integrity and purpose.

Through their bond, Barton and s/o forged a special connection built on trust, respect, and mutual support. Barton's unwavering dedication to s/o's growth and well-being reflected his deep sense of care and love, making him not just a mentor, but a true father figure in s/o's life.

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff was like a mother figure to s/o, the youngest member of the Avengers team. Despite her tough exterior and secretive nature, Natasha had a soft spot for s/o and took them under her wing. She always made sure s/o was safe and looked out for them like a protective mother would.

Natasha would often spend time with s/o, teaching them self-defense techniques and sharing stories of her past missions. She would listen to s/o's problems and offer guidance and support, just like a mother would do for their child. Natasha's caring and nurturing nature shone through when she was with s/o, making them feel loved and valued.

S/o looked up to Natasha and admired her strength and courage. They felt safe and secure in Natasha's presence, knowing that she would always have their back no matter what. Natasha's maternal instincts kicked in whenever s/o was in danger, and she would do everything in her power to protect and defend them.

Natasha's bond with s/o was special and unique, like that of a mother and child. She may not have had children of her own, but she treated s/o with the same love and care that a mother would give to her own child. S/o was grateful to have Natasha in their life, knowing that they had a fierce and loyal protector in her.

Overall, Natasha Romanoff's motherly instincts towards s/o made them feel cherished and loved, like a true member of her family. She may have been known as the Black Widow, but to s/o, she was a nurturing and loving mother figure who would always be there for them.

Steve Rogers

Steve is a natural leader and protector, always looking out for those around him. When s/o, the youngest member of the Avengers, first joined the group, they were nervous and overwhelmed by the responsibility that came with being a superhero. Steve immediately took them under his wing, offering guidance, support, and encouragement every step of the way.

As s/o's father figure, Steve is always there to listen, offer advice, and provide a sense of stability and security in the chaotic world of superheroes. He teaches s/o the importance of standing up for what is right, being courageous in the face of danger, and always putting others before themselves. Steve's unwavering moral compass and selfless nature serve as a shining example for s/o to follow.

Despite his own struggles and losses, Steve never hesitates to show s/o love and affection, making sure they know they are valued and cared for. He is a source of strength and inspiration for s/o, helping them grow and develop into a confident and capable hero.

Through their shared adventures and challenges, Steve and s/o form a deep bond that goes beyond mentorship. They become family, with Steve always looking out for s/o's well-being and happiness. As s/o grows and matures, they know they can always count on Steve to be there for them, guiding them with wisdom and compassion.

In the end, Steve Rogers is not just a superhero, but a loving and supportive father figure to s/o, helping them navigate the complexities of the superhero world with grace and courage.

T'Challa

T'Challa was like a brother figure to s/o, the youngest member of the avengers. Despite his regal and serious demeanor, T'Challa always made sure to look out for s/o and offer guidance whenever needed. He would often check in on s/o to see how they were doing and offer words of encouragement and wisdom.

Whenever s/o was feeling unsure or overwhelmed, T'Challa was there to lend a listening ear and provide reassurance. He would remind s/o of their strengths and capabilities, boosting their confidence and helping them to believe in themselves.

T'Challa also took on the role of a mentor to s/o, teaching them valuable lessons about leadership, responsibility, and the importance of standing up for what is right. He would share stories from his own experiences and offer advice on how to navigate difficult situations.

Despite his busy schedule as king of Wakanda, T'Challa always made time for s/o, whether it was to train together, have heart-to-heart conversations, or simply spend time bonding as friends. His presence was a source of comfort and stability for s/o, knowing that they had someone as wise and caring as T'Challa by their side.

Overall, T'Challa's brotherly relationship with s/o was one built on trust, respect, and mutual support. He was not just a king or a hero, but a true friend and ally who s/o could always rely on in times of need.

Hello! I love love love your works!

May I request headcanons for:

Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, and Loki

In which the reader (fem or gender neutral) gets hurt to protect them (or the reader got hurt taking a blow which was meant for them), and is dying.

I don't know if you've written this before, and you don't need to rush to write this, if you do write this, thank you so much!

P. S. Your works brighten my day, thank you!!

Avengers reaction to fem s/o getting hurt protecting them/taking a blow for them, and dying in their arms.

Warning: this Mentions Death, and it's sad.

~Peter Parker~

Peter cradled s/o's broken body in his arms, his mind reeling in horror and despair. Just moments ago, they had been fighting side-by-side against the villain's henchmen. But in a cruel twist of fate, s/o had jumped in front of Peter to shield him from a powerful energy blast at the last second. Now she lay dying from catastrophic wounds, her breaths coming in short, pained gasps.

"No, no, no… s/o, stay with me, please," Peter begged, tears streaming down his face as he held her close. His voice cracked with anguish. "Why did you do that? I'm Spider-Man, I have powers, I could have…"

"I had to…" S/o whispered weakly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "I couldn't let you die… I love you, Peter."

"I love you too. More than anything. You can't leave me, not like this!" Peter sobbed. His mind raced desperately, trying to think of some way, any way to save her. But deep down, he knew it was too late. Her injuries were too severe.

S/o's eyes fluttered as she struggled to focus on Peter's grief-stricken face one last time. "I'm sorry… Take care of yourself and stay strong… for me…"

With those final words, s/o went limp in Peter's arms, the light fading from her eyes as her spirit left her body. An anguished, inhuman howl of misery tore from Peter's throat. He hugged s/o's lifeless form to his chest, rocking back and forth as he wept uncontrollably.

His beloved s/o, the person he cherished most in this world, had sacrificed herself to save him. Devastation overwhelmed Peter, along with crushing guilt. He should have been faster, should have protected her. What good were his powers if he couldn't even keep the woman he loved safe?

As he knelt there in the wreckage, shattered by grief and loss, Peter silently vowed that s/o's death would not be in vain. He would keep fighting to protect others, no matter the cost. He owed her that much. Even as his heart lay in pieces, he would honor s/o's memory by being the hero she always believed him to be.

~Tony Stark~

Tony cradles s/o's broken body in his arms, the chaos of the battle still raging around them. Her breaths come in short, pained gasps as blood seeps through her torn tactical suit.

"No no no, stay with me baby, stay with me," Tony pleads desperately, voice cracking with emotion. He brushes her hair back from her ashen face with a shaking hand.

S/o weakly reaches up to grasp his hand. "T-Tony…"

"Shh, don't try to talk. Save your strength. I'm gonna get you out of here, you're going to be okay…" But even as the words leave his mouth, Tony knows they ring hollow. Her injuries are too severe.

Tears stream down his face as the horrible realization sinks in - she sacrificed herself to save him. Jumped in front of that blast meant for him without hesitation. And now the woman he loves is dying in his arms because of it.

"I-I had to… c-couldn't let you die…" s/o whispers, life quickly fading from her eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that! Not for me. God, not for me…" Tony's body shakes with sobs, cradling her close. "Please… I can't lose you…"

With the last of her strength, s/o reaches up to touch his face. "I love you…"

Then her hand falls limply to the ground as she breathes her last. Tony lets out an anguished cry, burying his face against her neck as grief consumes him. She's gone. And it's his fault.

The profound guilt, devastation and self-loathing would haunt Tony deeply. Blaming himself for not protecting her, for once again failing someone he loved most. Her death saving his life would weigh heavily on his soul, tormenting him endlessly. The sacrifice of his beloved s/o would break something fundamental inside Tony and leave scars that would never fully heal.

~Natasha Romanoff~

Natasha cradles s/o gently, a look of anguish on her face as she sees the severity of s/o's wounds. "Why did you do that?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly. "You shouldn't have…"

S/o manages a weak smile. "I couldn't let you get hurt. Not when I could do something about it." She winces in pain.

Natasha shakes her head, fighting back tears. "You brave, stubborn woman. Always putting others first." Despite the direness of the situation, there's a note of pride and deep affection in Natasha's voice.

She holds s/o closer, stroking her hair soothingly. "Just stay with me, okay? Help is coming. You're going to be alright."

S/o's breathing is growing shallower. "Nat… I need you to know… meeting you, loving you… it's been the best part of my life. You made me so happy…"

A tear slips down Natasha's cheek as she presses her forehead to s/o's. "Don't talk like that. Don't you dare say goodbye," she whispers fiercely. "You're my heart, s/o. I can't do this without you."

"You're the strongest person I know," s/o murmurs. "You'll be okay. I love you so much…" Her eyes flutter closed.

"No, no, no, stay with me!" Natasha pleads desperately. "I love you too. More than anything. I can't lose you!"

She holds s/o tightly as the sound of the medevac approaches, silently praying to anyone who will listen to let her love survive this. In this moment, the Black Widow facade is gone - there is only a woman terrified of losing the most precious thing in her world. All of her walls have crumbled, revealing the deeply vulnerable, human side of her that s/o alone was privileged to know.

It's a poignant, heartwrenching scene, illustrating the depth of love and raw, aching humanity beneath Natasha's guarded exterior. Her s/o means everything to her.

~Steve Rogers~

Steve would be utterly distraught seeing his beloved S/O gravely injured and dying in his arms, especially knowing she sacrificed herself to protect him. As she lay there growing weaker, he would cradle her gently, his blue eyes filled with anguish and glistening with tears he's struggling to hold back.

"Stay with me, please. Don't leave me," he would plead desperately, his normally steady voice breaking. The thought of losing her would be unbearable to him.

Ever the soldier, he would call urgently for medical help, putting pressure on her wound to slow the bleeding, refusing to give up. But he would also take her hand and stroke her face tenderly, wanting her to feel his presence and love in what could be their final moments together.

"You're going to be alright, just hold on," he would say, even as the life fades from her eyes. "I love you so much. I can't do this without you."

As she drew her last breaths, he would hold her close and whisper softly to her. "It's okay. You can rest now. I've got you."

Even if help arrived too late, he would refuse to let her go, rocking her in his arms as sobs overtook his body. The guilt and grief would threaten to consume him. He would forever remember her final act of love and carry it with him always, even as he struggled to imagine a life without her by his side. The woman he loved, his partner and soulmate, gone in an instant… it would shake him to his core and leave him a broken man.

~Loki~

Loki cradles s/o's weakening body in his arms, green eyes wide with shock and anguish as he takes in her grave injury. The chaos of battle fades into the background as his entire focus narrows to the woman he loves, her life force fading by the second.

"No, no, no…" he mutters in disbelief and growing despair. "S/o, why did you do that? Why would you sacrifice yourself for me?" His normally smooth voice cracks with raw emotion.

S/o manages a pained smile up at him, raising a trembling hand to caress his pale cheek. "Because I love you, Loki. I couldn't bear to see you hurt."

Loki shakes his head, tears welling in his eyes and spilling down his face. "You foolish, beautiful, brave woman. I never deserved your love, your loyalty." He pulls her closer, burying his face in her hair.

"I'd make the same choice again," s/o whispers. "I regret nothing… except leaving you." Her breathing grows shallower, more labored.

"Don't you dare leave me!" Loki commands desperately, his slender frame shaking with repressed sobs. "Stay with me, love. I can heal you, I can fix this!" His hands glow with seidr as he frantically tries to knit her grievous wounds back together.

But the damage is too extensive. s/o weakly grips his wrist, stilling his movements. "No, my darling. We both know… it's too late for me."

"You can't go," Loki pleads brokenly, his heart shattering. "I need you. I've lost so much already…"

With the last of her waning strength, s/o pulls his head down and presses a tender kiss to his lips. "I'll always be with you, Loki. In your memories, in your heart." Her voice is fading, her skin growing cold. "Promise me…you'll keep living. Keep fighting for good."

"I promise," Loki chokes out. "I love you, s/o. More than anything."

She smiles serenely as the light leaves her eyes. "And I love you…always."

S/o goes limp in his arms, and Loki unleashes an anguished, grief-stricken scream, his magic exploding out of him in uncontrolled waves. The battle turns in his favor as he cuts down enemies in a berserk rage, tears streaming down his face.

When the last foe falls, Loki collapses beside s/o's body, gathering her into his arms once more as he weeps, desolate and heartbroken without her. He knows he'll have to find a way to carry on, to honor her memory and sacrifice. But for now, all he can do is grieve the loss of his soulmate and vow vengeance on those responsible.

You know that deleted scene in Avengers: Age of Ultron where Natasha asked Wanda about her jacket?

Remember the scene of Steve telling everybody to suit up and Pietro puts on shoes and a different shirt?

Yea, he definitely stole some clothes and shoes for himself. It's canon. Both of the twins stole clothes for their battle gear.

Did anyone else notice the amount of outfits changes Ikaris had during the present times of the film?

Like in the beginning he was wearing this dramatic collared jacket, then when they went to the amazon he was just wearing a deep royal blue muscle shirt, then they went to Chicago and suddenly he was wearing a cobalt fitted sweater, and Finally in the domo when he suddenly changed into his armor. The bitch made sure to stop and change for a more appropriate outfit each time when everyone else only cared about saving the world. This is why I know Ikaris is just an over dramatic bitch.

Does anyone ever think?

Maybe Howard stark was bi? Like Tony in more than one instance has mentioned how his father always talked about Steve how he admired him so much and how his father adored Steve Rogers, but what if Howard actually had a crush on Cap? Like not enough to not be able to love and marry Maria but enough to always remember and talk about him, Like what if Howard always had this inclination towards men just never acknowledged it until he met Cap the he realized maybe he did like men, but because it was the 40′s he just kept to himself and after so long of just repressing it he just kinda got used to it but still wanted his son to know about the first and only man since who got him to feel that way.  

Just my versions of them...Based on my headcanons

Bruce Banner

Clint Barton

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Natasha Romanoff

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Just my versions of them...Based on my headcanons

Bruce Banner

Clint Barton

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Natasha Romanoff

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/644129

we shouldn't agree with erik or charles at the start. they are both pushed to extremes in their ideologies: charles looks for "cures" and only shows off "pretty" mutants, while erik believes in Homo superior and that humans are inherently evil

it is only after fighting with one another that they realize the problems with their own ideologies. charles stops looking to cure all mutants, erik realizes that humans are not a monolith. every time they compromise, their ideologies become closer and closer

eventually, as old men, they finally agree. they create genosha, a haven for mutants, but reach out to other countries and push for progress

both of them are cautionary tales: a world without compromise, without exceptions, is not realistic or kind. only time can teach this, which is why they reconcile late in their lives- the path to a safer, kinder future always lies somewhere in between extremes

not sure if you also follow marvel, but seeing as MCU *also* has a conjunction event, what would happen if the Witchers wound up on their earth (or anywhere else in the MCU for that matter?)

This is a good question!! Ngl, when I first saw this, I thought of Yennefer meeting Black Widow and kinda got really excited about that idea, but also Yen meeting Scarlet Witch is something too.

My mind wonders to Lambert second, and no I don’t really understand yet how his character is/works, like his personality, so not much comes to mind instead or maybe Rocket, or Loki. I personally feel like he’d make good jokes with Rocket, and I’m not totally 100% sure why Loki??? It’s probably because I kinda see his relationship with Geralt seem like how Thor and Loki are? oddly?? Like one of them is totally furious kitty, while the other one is like “he’s adopted guys”.

Along with Thor, Geralt also likes to talk to Hawkeye, purely because I once heard Geralt likes crossbows, he may also like Captain America because wasn’t he like, pumped with a super-solider serum ??? and then brought to a strange modern arc in the future at sometime ??? they probably help each other out with adjusting, also Steve saying Geralt isn’t a monster and helping him is kinda really soft to think about.

oh buddy do I have Eskel hc’s for you, I totally want to think he gets along well with Doctor Strange, magic???? it’s not realistic, because poor boy couldn’t comprehend, but this is fiction. I also bet he likes Bucky, cause he likes his hair (and cool arm).

okay, Jaskier. My first thought was Spiderman? but you gotta remember Jaskier isn’t young no more, he’s like 40, spidy is baby. it is a cool idea though. So I kept thinking, and I like the idea of him and Ironman getting along, both having a sharp tongue, I bet they can talk and talk for hours.

for Ciri, I really like her and Captain Marvel to get along, oh my gosh, I think it’s a click right at the beginning. Ciri does get fly rides, and!! I also think she’d get along with The Hulk, she’s curious, he’s willing to answer questions.

for Vesemir? I totally think he sits back with Odin, Vesemir is just surprised to see this. I do think they’d do old people things together. 

Thank you for smiting!! I hope this satisfies you!! If you want to add more, or debunk ideas, I’d love to hear.

Sooooo????? This is not a drill!!!!!!!!! My bsf asked me something like "What music are you listening to except that depressed girl ???" And the thing is she KNOWS that I listen to my babygirl Elizabeth Grant with my ears& soul more than anyone ever could do I was like "Oh...Nirvana's great (greatest of all time)" And she sent me a voicemail sayin "Why TF didn't u tell bout em earlier. I loveeee thiss" WITH "That's what makes u beautiful or how tf it's called".......................................

........................,............................................................................................................. I'm done y'all 🎀

Sweet Caroline

A/N- This is my first imagine so please be patient, I am trying my best but I've only ever written full stories or Incorrect Quotes. But there is a first for everything, right?

Fem!OC x Avengers(Platonic)

Fem!OC x TwinBrother!PeterParker

All the Avengers excluding Celia and Peter Parker were in the lounge area, talking when suddenly music started blaring from the floor above them. Tony knew what was going on and leaned back in his chair with a hand over his face and a roll of his eyes. Noticing this, Stephen Strange, cocked an eyebrow curiously over at the Genuis, Billionaire, Playboy, who simply huffed before answering. "I tried sending Celia and Peter to bed." He spoke, answering vaguely much to the Teams annoyance. As the music continued to blare, muffled voices can be heard in the room directly above them, which happened to be the Twins room. Tony tried giving them separate rooms but the twins always ended up in the same room. After interrogating them, Tony came upon the answer of which they've shared a room since they moved in with their Aunt and Uncle, and of which after having their Uncle shot right in front of their faces, they find comfort in each other to make the nightmares go away. Tony understood completely where they were coming from and ended up combining two of the rooms to make one big one by knocking down the wall in between the once separate rooms.

Upon further listening, the team realized that the song playing was Sweet Caroline from Neil Diamond and of course, their curiosity gets the best of them. One by one, the team went to the floor above them to listen better. Once everyone, including Tony, was upstairs, listening at the end of the hallway, by the elevator, they do admit, that it was worth coming upstairs. As soon as Tony, the last person to come upstairs, set foot on the floor, all they heard was Celia and Peter singing, "Sweet Caroline! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Steve was absolutely and utterly horrified at the young kids language, while Nat, Loki, and Bucky were smirking. Tony just huffed in annoyance, mouthing "Every. Night." Sam and Wanda were smiling trying to bite back their laughter. Stephen Strange and Thor's eyes were sparkling in amusement, with a slight lift of the corners of their mouths. Bruce and Clint were gaping in pure shock at never hearing such foul language from the two babies of the team, Pietro was silently howling in laughter and Vision was off to the side wondering what the hell was going on.

Upon coming back to the lounge, all they heard was a sound of glass shattering. Suddenly, FRIDAY spoke up. "Miss and Mr. Parker wish to apologize for breaking a lamp in their room. They promise to at least try and be careful next time." FRIDAY had said. "But they can't promise it won't happen again." FRIDAY had quickly added. The Avengers apart from Tony laughed at Tony's disgruntled expression. "Their lucky I love them." Tony muttered with a sigh before plopping back down on his armchair. The rest of the team shared a laugh before going back to their original seats just like Tony had done, while upstairs, Peter and Celia were in their assigned beds, letting each others sound of breathing and heart thumping inside the others chest, lull them to sleep, knowing that their other half and best friend were safe.

Logan Howlett HeadCanon

(LOGAN BEING AFRAID OF DOCTORS)

Logan Howlett has an intense fear of doctors and medical facilities rooted deeply in his traumatic past. This phobia stems from his experiences with the Weapon X program, where he was subjected to brutal and invasive procedures against his will. The cold, sterile environment of laboratories and the sight of medical instruments immediately trigger vivid flashbacks of the excruciating pain and loss of autonomy he endured during those experiments.

Even routine check-ups or minor injuries that require medical attention cause his heart to race and his body to tense, as he associates any form of medical intervention with torture and manipulation. His healing factor doesn’t alleviate this fear; if anything, it reinforces it, as he’s acutely aware of how much he can endure before his body mends itself. Consequently, Logan avoids doctors whenever possible, relying on his natural resilience and self-care to deal with most injuries, only seeking medical help as an absolute last resort.

When Logan is forced to attend a medical appointment, he often reverts to a childlike state, despite his rugged exterior and extensive life experience. He becomes noticeably fidgety and irritable, crossing his arms and huffing in frustration like a petulant child. His tough-guy persona cracks, revealing a side of him that's vulnerable and anxious.

Logan’s aversion is so strong that he might even try to negotiate his way out of it, using excuses or humor to deflect his unease. If his friends or loved ones insist on accompanying him, he clings to them for moral support, muttering under his breath about how unnecessary it all is. In the waiting room, he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, tapping his foot and grumbling about the wait times.

Once he's in the examination room, Logan becomes more obstinate, resisting the doctor's instructions with sarcastic remarks or outright refusals. Simple procedures like blood draws or physical exams make him visibly tense, and he glares suspiciously at every instrument as if it might turn into a weapon. It's only through the patient coaxing and reassurance from those he trusts that he can manage to get through the appointment, often with a mixture of embarrassment and relief once it's over.

Logan’s girlfriend, Dixie, often has to "baby" him during these appointments, guiding him through the process with a mix of patience and affection. Knowing how deeply his fear runs, she takes on a nurturing role, holding his hand and soothing him with soft words and gentle touches.

Before the appointment, Dixie prepares him mentally, using humor to lighten the mood and reassure him that she'll be right by his side the entire time. During the visit, she acts as a buffer between Logan and the medical staff, ensuring they explain everything clearly and move at a pace that keeps him comfortable.

When Logan starts to get fidgety or irritable, Dixie distracts him with small talk about their plans, reminiscing about good times they've had, or even teasing him playfully to keep his mind off the procedures. She might gently remind him to breathe deeply or give his hand a reassuring squeeze when he looks particularly tense.

In moments when Logan’s stubbornness kicks in, Dixie employs a mixture of firmness and tenderness, reminding him that the sooner they get through it, the sooner they can leave. After the appointment, she makes sure to reward him with his favorite activities or meals, turning what could be a traumatic day into a more bearable experience. Dixie’s unwavering support and understanding help Logan navigate his fear, making these necessary but dreaded appointments a bit more tolerable.

Logan Howlett HeadCanons

(Logan never learned to read but all that changes)

The X-Mansion buzzed with its usual activity. Students attended classes, trained in the Danger Room, and enjoyed moments of camaraderie in the common areas. Amidst this, Logan Howlett—better known as Wolverine—sat in the corner of the library, his brow furrowed in concentration. Few knew of the struggle he faced, hidden beneath his gruff exterior and adamantium claws.

Logan had never learned to read. Centuries of survival had taught him many skills, but literacy had never been one of them. It was a secret he guarded fiercely, embarrassed by the thought of his teammates discovering this vulnerability. However, secrets rarely stayed hidden long at the X-Mansion.

One evening, Jean Grey found Logan alone in the library, staring at a book with frustration. "Hey, Logan," she greeted softly, sitting across from him. "What are you reading?"

He shifted uncomfortably, closing the book quickly. "Just trying to pass the time," he muttered, hoping she'd leave it at that.

Jean's empathic abilities sensed his unease. "Logan, you know you can tell me anything, right?" she said gently. "We're a team. We support each other."

Logan sighed, the weight of his secret pressing down on him. "I... I can't read, Jean," he admitted quietly, avoiding her gaze. "Never learned how."

Instead of the pity or judgment he expected, Jean's eyes filled with compassion. "Thank you for telling me," she said, placing a reassuring hand on his. "Let's change that."

Within days, the X-Men had a plan. They approached Logan with kindness and understanding, ready to help him on his new journey. Scott Summers, Hank McCoy, Ororo Munroe, and even the younger students all took turns tutoring Logan. They started with kindergarten books, choosing ones with colorful pictures and simple words.

At first, Logan felt ridiculous. A man who had faced down the fiercest of enemies now struggled with basic sentences. But the X-Men were patient, encouraging him at every step. Scott helped him sound out words, while Ororo taught him to write them. Hank, ever the intellectual, provided scientific books with illustrations that captured Logan's interest.

One day, Logan sat with a book titled "The Very Hungry Caterpillar." He read slowly, sounding out each word with effort. "The... cat... cater...pillar," he began, stumbling over the syllables.

"You're doing great, Logan," Kitty Pryde encouraged, sitting beside him. "Just take your time."

Logan continued, each sentence a small victory. When he finished, a sense of accomplishment washed over him. "I did it," he whispered, a rare smile breaking across his face.

"Yes, you did," Kitty said, hugging him. "We're all proud of you."

As part of his learning process, the X-Men assigned Logan to write reports on the books he read. It was challenging, but it helped him express his thoughts and track his progress. His first report on "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" was simple but heartfelt, capturing his newfound confidence and determination.

Weeks turned into months, and Logan's reading skills steadily improved. He tackled more complex books, his reports growing in detail and depth. The X-Men continued to support him, celebrating each milestone.

One evening, Logan stood before the team, holding a book he had read entirely on his own. "I wanted to thank all of you," he began, his voice steady and sincere. "For believing in me and helping me learn something I never thought I could."

The room erupted in applause, the bond between them stronger than ever. Logan had faced many battles in his life, but this one had changed him in ways he hadn't expected. It reminded him that even the toughest warriors had vulnerabilities, and it was okay to ask for help.

As Logan looked around at his friends—his family—he knew he had found more than just the ability to read. He had found a place where he truly belonged, flaws and all.