#mth2020

For@onemuseleft, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the fifth of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Muse, for MTH 2020!

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark - Service Dog AU.

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For@onemuseleft, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the forth of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Muse, for MTH 2020!

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark - Haunted House.

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For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the seven of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!

The sound of T'Challa’s low, rich laughter bloomed warm in her chest. Yesterday, in the company of Sam and his sister Sarah, she appreciated their dynamic more than felt jealous of their closeness. Today, however, listening to her brother’s voice, seeing something tall and leafy blowing in the wind behind his head, produced a few pangs of homesickness. Leaning a little heavier against the wall behind her, Shuri scanned the cafe. Wakanda had many establishments like it; she used that familiarity to push back encroaching ennui.

“I have appreciated the images you sent, particularly that red barn —so quaint and quintessentially American.”

“I know, right?”

“I was surprised, but pleased to see that Peter Parker and the young woman I do not know were at the Avengers Facility to greet you. As I understand it, Peter is not active with the Avengers. He’s finishing up at University.”
Her brother reporting those mundane details gave Shuri pause, although she wasn’t yet sure why, “Riri Williams —she goes by Iron Heart. She’s like Peter in that she’s a protege of Stark’s.”

“Yes, that makes sense,” T'Challa said.

What didn’t quite add up Shuri realized, rolling back the tape of her memory of Peter’s odd behavior at the Facility; his skittish, nervousness that never quite dissipated, compared with a sibling-like ease with Riri and nerdy nonchalance around Bucky and Sam. And here was her brother, admittedly someone whose job included keeping strategic tabs on the world’s shakers and movers, (especially empowered ones), aware of the minute details of a young person yet to win an official place on a (so-described) superhero team. Of course Shuri and T'Challa knew Parker’s masked identity, thanks to the war, but he wasn’t out to the world. 

“Would you ever consider taking Peter Parker on as an R&D intern?” Shuri asked her brother on a whim. “He worked closely with Tony Stark before his passing.”

T'Challa squinted and placed a hand over his mouth the hologram, “Hmm. It’s an interesting proposition and one I’ve considered. His attachment to Queens and New York City is strong. Stark attempted to entice him to MIT, but Parker chose Empire State University to stay closer—“

“AH-HA!” Shuri shouted.

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For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the six of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!

“On ice,” Shuri thought to herself.

It was a description, a phrase, a saying she knew, certainty. Sure, she’d grown up hot and warm —sun-touched and sun-loved— but Shuri knew ice. She was familiar with the mountains, the edge of Wakanda where the Jabari Tribe had long-ago retreated.

When necessary, Shuri wore knits and wools and furs to ward off the fingers of ice that would freeze her skin, pierce her sense of comfort, of warmth.
Shuri didn’t let ice go unchecked, unquestioned. She preferred her ice in a tray featuring sixteen rectangular slots. Under shrimps, beneath oysters, mussels, and surrounding clams, ice served a vital role. In a glass, ice appealed, partnered with citrus fruit and maybe CO2 —bubbly, icy, ephemeral delight.

Ice was a treat, and ice could treat. It offered an antidote to bumps or scrapes or punches. As second child, daughter of royalty, Shuri had been taught how to protect herself with fists, a wooden staff, shooting weapons, her voice, and her brain. She was no stranger to ice wrapped in a soft cloth, pressed against her eye, elbow, knee.

No stranger but how shockingly, awfully, bone-rattlingly strange to look upon her brother’s —the King’s— dark body struck down, unmoving; laid out on ice.

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For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the five of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!

Wandering from the kitchen, Ororo snagged an elephant-shaped watering and followed the line of plants situated in clusters around the windows. Not one window wore a shade, so the pinking sky sang to her heart, nearly equal to Stevie’s soulful grunting living just enough, just enough for the city, as she admired the view and her plants’ enthusiastic response. They seemed more buoyant than usual, leaves standing and shining like maybe they had something to say. Ororo tested the moisture level of the soil with a chopstick, watering some plants and skipping others. Usually, the plants who spent warmer weather on her small balcony grew the best, and certainly they were doing quite well, as far as Ororo could see, but these indoor plants weren’t too shabby in comparison.

“Hmm!” Ororo remarked, taking a sip of her coffee and smiling upon them. She couldn’t help feeling proud.

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For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the forth of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!

Kamala Khan & Jubilation Lee - Friendship.

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For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the third of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!

Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes - Friends Comforting Friends.

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For@onemuseleft, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the third of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Muse, for MTH 2020!

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark - Space AU.

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For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the second of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!

Shuri & Bucky Barnes - Friends sharing Food.

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