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Avengers Reassemble Ch 1
*SPOILERS FOR SPIDER-MAN: FAR FROM HOME & AVENGERS:ENDGAME
“This is a terrible idea,” Peter Parker gulped, looking outside of his aunt’s car.
It was a peaceful evening in Queens as the teen watched his classmates dart into the building of Midtown High School. With the student’s senior year ending tomorrow and graduation in a week, the staff decided to hold a farewell party.
The problem was that the school begged Peter not only to attend, but to also give a grand speech to everybody there. Peter still remembered the class presentations, the charity balls and the court trials, and he remembers screwing up every one of them. But he wasn’t the type to say no to teachers, so here he was.
“Well, no turning back now, kiddo,” Aunt May grinned, “Come on. I overheard you rehearsing it in the bathroom for the past week. It sounds great!”
Peter blushed, tugging at his tie, “It really doesn’t.”
May sighed, placing a hand on the kid’s face. This boy’s been through so much. He’s lost his parents, Uncle Ben, Mr. Stark. He’s lost any chance of a normal life, but he still kept fighting. Even after his secret came out to the world, he still hasn’t given up.
“Hey, Peter, you deserve this,” May smiled, “A break from supervillains and world-ending disasters can’t hurt, right?”
Peter chuckled, “Guess not.”
“You’ve got this, kid,” May pecked a kiss on his cheek.
The boy opened the car door and began to walk towards the building. Students greeted him on the way in. A lot of them brought him into group selfies and asked for autographs. All Peter could do was put on a fake smile and put on a facade.
Peter began to mutter to himself, “Okay, Pete, you can do this. You’ve taken on Thanos, Vulture, asshole reporters. It’s just a simple graduation speech. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Once Peter reached the doors of the gymnasium, he groaned, “Oh, I am so screwed...Alright. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man.”
He pushed open the door to hear the sound of blaring music and bright neon lights. The gymnasium of Midtown High was buzzing with energy as the class of 2025 was partying it up. He recognized everyone there, including a few members from his decathlon team.
The young boy walked towards the podium, chest out and back straight. People began to clap for him as felt his classmates patting him on the back and congratulating him. What was only a few feet away from him felt like an eternity away.
Once Peter finally got there, he began to fumble with the microphone. Loud noises screeched from it as he tried to set it up. The audience cringed, but at least he got their attention, right?
He laughed nervously before clearing his throat, “Hello, class of 2025! How’s everyone doing tonight?”
The response he received was applause. He heard people cheering out his name, cheering for Spider-Man. It wasn’t easy after his identity was revealed, but with time, he was able to regain at least a little of the people’s good will.
He giggled a little, “Well, I know we’ve all got things to do and, uh, places to be, so I’m keeping it short. Kind of like me, heh!”
The lack of laughter caused Peter to begin to worry. He pulled out a stack of notecards and began to read them out loud.
“Now, I want you to go out there-Wait, no. That’s the, uh, last part. Must’ve mixed it up,” the boy stammered, “Let me just resort them.”
As he tried shuffling them back in the right order, he accidentally dropped the pile, causing the cards to fly away. Peter cursed at himself as he tried desperately to get them back together. The awkward silence caused him to start shaking as he nervously stuttered apologies to the audience.
Before Peter’s anxiety could completely engulf him, he finally noticed a certain someone in the crowd. His girlfriend, the amazing Michelle Jones.
The usually somewhat dour woman looked beautiful that night (hell, she looked beautiful every night) as she gave him a reassuring smile and a knowing look. MJ knew he was Spider-Man even before the incident with Europe and she’s been helping him with his job ever since.
One look from her reignited the boy’s confidence in himself as he dropped his cards, got back up, and leaned towards the microphone. He could do this.
“Now, I know we’ve been through a lot,” he started, “Europe, the Battle of New York...The Snap.”
He noticed the uneasy glances some of the students gave to one another as the memories of these events flooded back. They were raised in a world of iron men and god, where their city could be destroyed at any moment. Hell, they lost five years of their lives to a maniacal alien overlord.
Peter nodded, “Yeah, I know. It can be overwhelming, the world we live in. We thought we would never make it out alive. We thought we were doomed. But we made it. We persevered, we worked our asses off, and we got to where we are now. Well, as it weird as it may sound, that’s honestly no different from adulthood. We think that this is the end of our lives, that we won’t have any future, but...if we can survive Thanos, I think we can survive college!”
Laughter erupted through the audience, reassuring the child that everything was going well.
He smiled, tears of joy starting to well up, “I am so grateful, not only for having been your classmate, but also for being...your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. Thank you, Midtown High!”
The sound of clapping and cheering almost deafened Peter, as everyone was chanting his name. As he stepped down from the podium, he waved to everyone, almost like a president would wave to his citizens.
“Thank you! Thank you so much!,” he grinned, “I’ll be here all week! Well, not literally, but...you know what I mean.”
Peter walked across the room to finally embrace one of the people he cared about the most. MJ buried her neck into the boy’s shoulder as Peter stood on his toes to reach her.
Peter sighed, “Well, that could’ve gone better.”
“Well, it was better than that bio presentation from last month,” MJ pointed out.
“You ever gonna let me forget that?,” he asked.
“Not in a million years, Web-Head,” she placed a hand on his shoulder, “Better than being the Menace of Queens, right?”
“Oh, I’d rather not think about Jameson right now,” Peter groaned.
“Yo, Pete!,” cried a voice from behind Peter. He turned to see his best friend, Ned Leeds, standing behind him, wearing his fedora and everything.
“Ned, holy crap, man!,” he hugged his friend, “I heard about you getting the Osborn Scholarship, congrats!”
“Thanks, Peter!,” Ned beamed, “Looks like you’re not the only one working for a billionaire!”
“Ey, last time I checked, Stark Industries is still on top,” Peter bragged. He was happy that even after the passing of Mr. Stark, his wife, Mrs. Potts, still wanted Peter to work for her at Stark Industries. It was only as an intern, but it was still nice to be working for the company he idolized for years.
“Whatever, man,” Ned scoffed, “By the end of this year, Oscorp’s gonna be the best of the best all thanks to yours truly.”
“Well, I’m sure your plans for a fully-functioning Lego Death Star will thoroughly impress your boss,” Peter commented.
“Don’t give Oscorp any ideas,” MJ snickered, “Knowing them, that’s totally something that overly-patriotic, corporate douchebag would build.”
As Ned and MJ went about their usual back-and-forth on Oscorp’s beliefs and policies, Peter could only watch and smile. This was what he loved about this school. This was what he was going to miss.
…
After a few years, the night ended and everybody began to head out. Ned headed out with Betty a half-hour before the party was over, leaving MJ and Peter on their own.
Everybody was heading over to Flash Thompson’s house to keep the party going. MJ wasn’t the type to party, but she did like skulking in the back to creep out the party-goers. Peter usually liked to watch, but he was just dying to go out and fight crime.
The two walked out, hand-in-hand, as Peter begin to fiddle with his web-shooter on his left arm.
MJ couldn’t help but notice the gadget on the boy’s wrist, “You are just itching to get out of here, aren’t you.”
Peter gulped, quickly tugging his sleeve down to hide the object, “Oh, I, uh, I’m sorry, MJ, this speech’s just got me thinking.”
After a moment of silence, the taller girl scoffed, “Well, you gonna share with the class?”
Peter shook his head, “It’s just that...it’s starting to hit me. I’m now the only superhero still working in New York. I mean everyone else is either retired or...gone. It’s just me.”
The somber look on the boy’s face prompted the young woman placed an arm on his shoulder, “Hey, loser, you might be the only one in this city running around in spandex, but you sure as hell aren’t alone.”
“Thanks, MJ,” Peter said as he embraced the girl he cared about.
“Don’t stay out too late,” the girl commanded to him.
“I make no promises,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He only walked a few steps before rushing back, giving MJ a kiss on the cheek. The sight of her blushing got him to snicker as he hopped over the gates of his school and started swinging away.
MJ slowly lifted a hand to her face, “Oh, that nerd.”
…
The boy sat on the roof of a building in downtown Queens. Crime in the city was lax tonight, so Peter didn’t even have anyone to fight. He took of his mask and sighed, looking over the place that raised him.
Peter couldn’t help but feel alone now. He hasn’t had contact with any of the Avengers in about two years, not since Mr. Stark’s funeral. He knew that there were other heroes out there, but he hasn’t heard about them in news in a while.
Dr. Banner and Mr. Barton retired, Thor’s in space, Captain Rogers is in hiding, and Agent Romanoff and Mr. Stark are...gone. No one’s guarding the planet now.
The world needed protectors. Was Peter going to be the only one to step up for that role?
He sighed, “How did Mr. Stark do this?”
“You know, usually a guy getting out of high school would be out partying.”
Peter quickly turned around to see a man in a giant grey suit floating behind him. The guy was so large that even when his slow landing created a loud thud. The helmet popped off of his face to reveal a familiar face.
“Sup, Pete. Been a while,” greeted James Rhodes, the War Machine.
Peter met the soldier briefly during Tony’s funeral. He was nice, helped comfort him during the process.
The boy stuttered, “Rhodey, hey! I mean, Mr. Rhodey! I mean, Mr. Rhodes! Or is it Colonel Rhodes?”
The older man raised his hands up, “Whoa! Slow your roll there, kid. Rhodey’s fine. What are you doing up here?”
“Uh, just patrolling the neighborhood, keeping the city safe, the usual.”
“I saw you walk out of your school,” the colonel said, “You know, when Tony got of high school, the end of the year party he held at his place was something out of a dream. It was the type of thing older Tony would regret.”
“Yeah, figured,” the kid nodded, remembering the stories of Tony from before he became a superhero.
“Not that big of a party guy, huh?”, Rhodey noticed the shy look on the boy’s face.
“Pfft, before tonight, the last real party I had ended with me almost getting killed my homecoming date,” Peter laughed before regaining his composure, “Yeah, I...Parties have never really been that great for me. With everything that’s happened...I’m really not in the mood, you know?”
Rhodey nodded. He was more the type who would get dragged to parties instead of going on his free will, “I can get that. Sorry, I couldn’t help you with that whole Europe thing.”
“It’s cool. I know you’ve been busy,” Peter nodded sympathetically, “So, what brings you to Queens?”
The man in the armored suit began to shuffle awkwardly, “Well this is gonna sound crazy, but…I’m here to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative.”
Avengers Reassemble Ch 2
The king fondled with the silver ring on his finger, almost as though it would drop anytime soon. It looked as though T’Challa’s entire focus was solely on the trinket on his hand.
“Are you going to keep on fondling that ring all day,” his sister, Princess Shuri, joked. She walked towards him, a hologram of what looked like a finished building in her hand.
The two were standing before a construction site in Oakland where a few buildings were being built. The sound of drills and jackhammers filled the air, as well as what sounded almost like lasers. Construction workers, both American and Wakandan, ran back and forth, discussing plans and designs.
T’Challa rolled his eyes, “Oh, hush now. How goes construction?”
“Everything is going according to plan,” the teenager nodded, “The Outreach Centre should be finished by next month.”
“That is good,” the king nodded, “So many in this nation need our help as soon as possible.”
This area was once a symbol of Wakanda’s failures and mistakes. Where T’Challa’s father not only killed his own brother, but abandoned his own nephew. A nephew who almost caused the downfall of Wakanda itself.
Now, this place was going to be a symbol of Wakanda’s generosity and successes. A bridge between Wakanda and the rest of the world, where the technology and practices of T’Challa’s people could save lives.
However, to some people, it wasn’t enough.
Shuri’s smile slowly dropped as she looked around, “T’Challa, I know we are doing good work here, but do you not feel like we could do more?”
T’Challa sighed, having grown tired of this conversation, “Shuri, we have discussed this. We have been gone for five years. We need to concentrate on rebuilding our own nation and our ties to the rest of the world.”
While the Snap affected the lives of many, it hit T’Challa hard. The entire royal family was turned to dust, leaving the nation without a Black Panther to protect them or rule. The heart-shaped herbs were only to be consumed by those of royal blood, so no one could take the title. The Council and the Dora Milaje were the only ones keeping order.
Unfortunately, once the royal family returned, it’s been a difficult process returning to the original status quo. Even worse as outside of Okoye’s work with the Avengers, the nation has been keeping out of the issues the rest of the world was dealing with. It was as if they were backtracking to before Killmonger’s rule.
Shuri groaned, “I know the Council has been keeping you busy, but is there not a more proactive role we could take? Maybe while wearing a certain Panther uniform?”
“The role of the Black Panther is not only to fight off evil, but to bring hope and aid to those in need,” T’Challa shook his head, “I must not only-.”
“ ‘Break bones, but also build bridges’,” Shuri finished his sentence, a small smile crossing her face, “That was the only way Baba could get you to memorize your duties.”
T’Challa grinned, remembering his father’s words. He already had a lot of responsibilities to handle before Thanos’s attack. Now, that amount has doubled.
“I still feel like there is more we could be doing,” Shuri argued, “Like in New York. Fighting for a righteous cause, to protect people like we promised.”
“I understand,” T’Challa nodded, “But this is where our focus should be.”
The two stood in silence, their gaze on the construction, until an odd sound rippled through the air. Something that sounded like fires sparking.
“Wait, do you hear something,” the teenager asked.
They turned to see an amber-colored ring start to form behind them. Sparks flew from it as it looked like a figure was coming through.
T’Challa tilted his head, “Is that-?”
From the portal came a man wearing a long red cloak and a blue uniform, a golden necklace around his throat. It was the Master of the Mystic Arts himself, Doctor Stephen Strange.
“King T’Challa,” the sorcerer spoke in a deep voice, “I believe we have business to discuss.”
Shuri chuckled, “Well, if it isn’t the doctor with the cheekbones!”
“For Bast’s sake…,” T’Challa cursed, “What brings you to Oakland, Doctor Strange?”
“I need you to come with me,” Strange asked, “I have a proposal for you.”
The king turned to his sister, who laughed, “Like that movie Baba hated. Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, eh?”
T’Challa looked to the sky, asking for death, before walking towards the portal, “Just stay here.”
The king walked through the portal and found himself inside what looked like a large mansion. Like the ones his parents took him to when they made diplomatic trips to Europe.
“Where are we?,” T’Challa asked.
“Bleecker Street. New York,” answered Strange, “Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?”
“Tea would be nice,” the king nodded.
“Alright,” Strange turned to look at the collar of his cloak, “Cloak?”
Suddenly, the cloak fell off of the doctor’s shoulders and flew off to another room, bringing back a teacup with a spoon in it.
T’Challa warily took the cup into his hands, his eyes focused on the floating piece of clothing, “By the goddess…”
He only looked down when he felt the cup heat up. He looked down to see it slowly fill with hot tea, “Incredible...How are you doing this?”
“I’m not creating the tea out of thin air,” Strange explained, “Right now, that’s coming from the kettle of some college kid from London. Sugar?”
“Yes please,” the king nodded. Two cubes of sugar surfaced out of the cup, dissolving in the drink, “Impressive. Now, what is it that you wished to discuss?”
“It’s a simple invitation really,” Doctor Strange cleared his throat, “I have been sent to offer you a position amongst Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.”
T’Challa almost spat out his tea before gulping. He slowly began to realize what this was about, “You want me as an Avenger?”
Strange chuckled a little, “As odd as it is to say, yes, I’m here to bring you into the Avengers Initiative.”
The king began to eye the wizard carefully to make sure he wasn’t joking. He always respected the Avengers even before he actually met them, but he would’ve never thought in a million years that they would wish to have him as a member.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that the team has returned,” T’Challa said.
“Not all of the original members have, but a few have come to me for help in choosing members,” Stephen explained.
“I assumed a man such as yourself would prefer to stick to your own corner of the universe,” T’Challa said, “Focusing only on the more...paranormal.”
“The people of Kamar-Taj have been protecting the Earth for centuries,” Strange described, “However, we always needed aid from more...earthly heroes.”
“Such as the Avengers.”
“Yes,” Stephen nodded, “That’s why I and a few others have joined to bring back the team. I believe a man of your prestige, power, and heroism would be a great addition.”
T’Challa was genuinely amazed to receive this offer and maybe in a different time, he would have immediately accepted the position. However, this was definitely the wrong time.
“I understand your concerns. If Thanos has taught us anything, it’s that the world needs protectors,” the ruler agreed, “However, I have my own dilemmas at the moment. I have my nation, my people,...”
“Your recent engagement?,” the sorcerer finished the statement, before quickly adding, “Congratulations, by the way.”
T’Challa nodded in thanks. A year after he returned to the world of the living, T’Challa decided to propose to his beloved Nakia. The woman inspired him to go out into the world in the first place and there was no one that he would’ve rather dedicated his life to.
“I don’t know if I have the time to act as a crime-fighter,” T’Challa frowned, looking away.
Stephen sighed and nodded, understanding the man’s concerns. As Sorcerer Supreme, he already had a large array of responsibilities. However, he knew that he needed to join this team if we wanted to make sure this reality was 100% safe.
“Sir, I know this is a lot to deal with and I’m sorry,” Strange apologized, “But the world...It needs heroes. Especially now that we’ve lost…”
“Now that we have lost Stark,” T’Challa ended the sentence, nodding somberly.
He learned of how Strange told Stark about the one of fourteen-million outcomes where they would be successful and how in the end, Tony had to die to accomplish it.
Strange looked down at the floor, his face covered with guilt, “I may not have killed him myself, but I set the dominos up...I took an oath as a doctor not to do harm to others and I failed.”
T’Challa shook his head, “Stark made the choice of his own free will. Blaming yourself will get you nowhere. Believe me. I know.”
The king couldn’t help but think back to his crusade against the Winter Soldier, where his guilt for letting his father die overtook his senses. He knew the power of regret and grief and he knew that that wasn’t something he should face alone.
“I shall consider your invitation,” T’Challa sighed, “However, I cannot promise that I will accept it, Doctor.”
A smile finally came onto Doctor Strange’s face, “Thank you, T’Challa. Just contact me when you’ve made a decision.”
The doctor began to spin his arm in a circle, which opened up another amber portal behind T’Challa. Through it, he could see the construction in Oakland right there.
“I shall be in touch,” T’Challa nodded before walking through it.
Once the portal closed, Strange began to straighten his back and levitate, “Now, off to San Francisco.”
After a few seconds, his astral form surfaced from his body and vanished from the mansion, reappearing in a lab to greet two figures.
The doctor’s spirit looked down at the two, “Mr. Lang, Ms. Van Dyne, we need to talk.”
Scott’s eyes widened as his jaw almost dropped to the floor, “Oookay. Yeah, this is happening.”
Hope threw her arms up in frustration, “Oh, what the hell now?”
Avengers Reassemble Ch 3
Sakaar wasn’t a very forgiving place, as Brunnhilde’s ship was being tailed by a fleet of the planet’s deadliest pilots. What was supposed to be a diplomatic mission to find allies in the cosmos for New Asgard turned into a chase for vengeance.
“SHIT! CAN ANYONE READ ME?!,” Valkyrie shouted out to the communications device on her ship, “THIS IS BRUNNHILDE OF NEW ASGARD CALLING FOR AID!”
A few shots from behind her almost took off her ship’s right wing. The Asgardian dipped down to get out of her enemies’ s scope. Unfortunately, it wasn’t working.
“I REPEAT! THIS IS BRUNNHILDE OF NEW ASGARD CALLING FOR HELP!,” the ruler called out, “I’VE GOT A SHIT TON OF MERCENARIES ON MY ARSE AND I’D RATHER NOT DIE TODAY!”
Valkyrie began to mutter to herself, “Become new ruler, he said. It would be an easy job, he said. You can trust me, I’m the mighty, all-knowing Thor, HE SAID!!! FOR THE LOVE OF ODIN, WHERE IS THAT WOMAN?!”
She could’ve just stayed here working for the Grandmaster or she could’ve been having fun somewhere on Alfheim, but nooo! She had to say yes to helping out Dumb and Dumber kill their evil sister! Now, she’s running a damn nation, everyone was either begging for her help or trying to kill her, and she had to stay sober for this mission for FOUR DAYS!
A beeping alarm came from the warrior’s dashboard, “Warning! Massive energy signature detected!”
“Oh, what in the Hel now?!,” Valkyrie groaned.
Out of nowhere, a blazing light caught her attention. It was like looking into the sun. The sound of explosions rattled the ruler’s ears as she tried to get a look at what was going on.
“Your highness,'' came a voice from the dashboard, “Need a hand?”
Valkyrie looked up to see a blonde woman in red and blue looking down at her, burning like a supernova. Captain Carol Danvers gave the Asgardian a smile, as she hovered before her ship.
“Well, if it isn’t the Kree Captain,” Brunnhilde noted, “Would it hurt for you to pick up the damn pager once in a while?”
“Aw, don’t tell me you came all the way to Sakaar for little ol’ me,” Carol jokingly mused.
“We’ve got some stuff to talk about,” Valkyrie told her knight in glowing armor, “You know a place where we can chat?”
…
“You are my type of guy,” Brunnhilde gleamed as she downed another bottle.
The bar the two were at was filled with criminals, but they were the type not to draw attention to themselves by starting some type of fight with the two heroes. As the valkyrie chugged down the drink, Carol watched her carefully, starting to grow impatient.
“I’m guessing you didn’t cross galaxies just to get wasted,” Carol commented.
“Trust me, they do not sell this brand back on Earth, I’ll tell you that,” Brunn smirked, “No, I need your help. The whole of Earth does.”
“What’s going on?,” Danvers asked.
“That team of yours wants you back,” Valkyrie answered, “Those Avengers of yours.”
Carol scoffed. She remembered working with that group during the aftermath of the Snap. They weren’t exactly the best company, but she had respect for them. Plus, it was a whole team named after her! At least she knew Fury had taste.
“I thought they disbanded after Thanos.”
“They’re coming back together,” Valkyrie explained, “New group and all. Apparently, our names are on the roster.”
“Hm. And what makes them think that I would join them?,” the captain asked quizzically.
“From what I can tell, the Skrulls are doing much better now,” Valkyrie pointed out, “And a good number of the planets you were sent to help are doing far better now. Even this hellhole.”
“Yeah, the people running this place sure have it out for you,” Carol responded.
“Yep,” Valkyrie took another swig, “So, you in or out?”
Carol thought it over. She missed Earth. She really did. She missed the Louisiana nights. She missed messing around with Fury. She missed her family. But she couldn’t go back now.
After the Blip, she finally got them back. Her Maria, her Monica. But they were different. Staying with the Skrulls all these years caused the captain to forget about the shackles of time and age. While she remained as young as when she first got her abilities, time moved on for them. Maria may have forgiven her for the years she missed, but Monica was a bit more...hesitant.
Plus, this was a team! Last team she was on ended up betraying her. No, there was too much baggage.
Carol shook her head, “Look, I’m flattered and everything, but I’m more of a solo act. Your welcome for the save, by the way.”
“Of course,” Valkyrie smirked, “As is the Kree way, right? Not to work with those lower than you?”
The captain’s fists clenched, “I’m not a Kree.”
“Yet you still wear the uniform of one of their soldiers,” Valkyrie scoffed, “Look, I’m not good with emotions or sympathy or any of those made up words Bruce told me about, but I’m going to take a stab at it. The metaphorical stab, not the literal one.”
“Oh boy,” Carol exhaled, ready for some awful advice.
“I’ve tried running away from my responsibilities before. Tried to get away from the place I called home. Wasted my time drinking and working for whoever paid. Believe me, I would guzzle liquor until I blacked out,” Brunnhilde reminisced, “Then I realized that running didn’t solve anything. I had to go back, I had to fix things back home. I think what I’m getting at here is that you can’t run forever.”
Carol listened closely, sympathizing with the woman sitting next to her, “What’s your game in all of this?”
Brunnhilde bitterly let out a laugh, “...I’ve seen too many people die on my watch.”
She took another swig of her bottle and hopped off of her seat, “Well, once you decide to get off your arse and help out, you know where to find me.”
Carol watched the warrior walk out and began to think it over. How was she going to live her life?
Friendly Criminal Spider-Man AU Part Four!
A Valcarol Christmas
The New Avengers unite
Peter: *shoots webbing and dabs*
Shuri: *woah*
Groot: *floss*
Harley and Ned, guys in chairs and science bros 2.0 behind 692963 computer screens: *whip nae nae*
Peter: that’s a little outdated guys—
Bucky:
Sam:
Clint:
Carol: WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FREAKING BATTLE
Steve: Hey what day of the week is today?
Bruce: It’s Wednesday—
Shuri: it is wednesday my dudes
Ned:
Harley:
Steve: thanks—
Peter running into the room with his suit and red goggles on: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA
The New Avengers unite
Peter: *shoots webbing and dabs*
Shuri: *woah*
Groot: *floss*
Harley and Ned, guys in chairs and science bros 2.0 behind 692963 computer screens: *whip nae nae*
Peter: that’s a little outdated guys—
Bucky:
Sam:
Clint:
Carol: WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FREAKING BATTLE
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Bringing The New Avengers into the world of Tumblr. Our fandom may be small, but we love our show.
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The New Avengers - the second version of opening credits.
My second attempt at uploading gifs - should hopefully work this time.
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