“Hello, old friend. And here we are. You and me, on the last page.”
This is the last week of the Reblog Challenge and the last Reblog Challenge I will do. I hope my list has brought you many new stories to read and some old ones as well. This has always been something for me to do and I didnt get everyday done as I hope the days that had duplicates made up for it. I’m sorry I didnt get to everyone’s stories. I did my best. I do ask one thing of you. If you read a story by a creator and you love it, reblog it. Tell them you loved, give it keyboard slams. Writers may write things they enjoy but they share it with you because they want you to enjoy it as well.
“Oh. Hi. Hi, is anyone home? This is Scott Lang. We met a few years ago at the airport in Germany. I got really big. I had my mask on. You wouldn’t recognize me.”
“EDITH is this an old message?” Natasha asks breathlessly, watching as the man on the screen bangs on the front door once more.
“Ant-Man. Ant-Man. I know you know that.”
“It’s the front door of the compound Natasha, a live feed” EDITH replies calmly.
“I really need to talk to you guys,” Scott shouts, waving at the cameras, and Natasha can’t stop the wet laugh that bursts out, vision blurring with tears.
“Shall I wake James?” EDITH asks politely and Natasha grins, wiping under her eyes, something like hope igniting in her chest.
He looks up and Tony is leaning forward, elbows on his knees and hands between his legs, loose and relaxed, sweater sleeves pushed up so Steve can see his muscular forearms. They flex as Tony’s fingers twitch and he tears his eyes away reluctantly to meet his burnt sugar gaze.
Tony’s lips curl slowly and Steve feels it like those lips are on his skin, soft and warm and he shivers, swallowing hard.
“I’m glad you came,” Tony murmurs, voice low and honest and a little raw with emotion.
Summer bleeds into fall and Tony watches the leaves turn, crisping as the air cools, the rolling mountains in the distance coppery in the sunlight.
When he stands on his back porch and looks out at the lake in the morning he imagines watching Steve see this view for the first time—eyes going wide at the light filtering through the forest, the gleam of the lake in the distance, the trees afire with color.
He does this more—thinks about Steve, wonders if he thinks about Tony too—or maybe his new boyfriend takes up all his thoughts.
The coffee in his mug abruptly tastes bitter and he scowls at it, flicking the lukewarm liquid out with a snap of his wrist that sends it sailing over the edge of the porch.
He has more important things to do than mull over what Steve Rogers and his boyfriend are getting up to.
When Steve wakes for the first time he hears soft voices talking distantly, but he’s fuzzy from the painkillers they have him dosed with and the words sound as though he’s hearing them from underwater; muffled and distant.
When he wakes again his head is clearer and his eyes open slowly, a throbbing deep in his skull telling him the man with the crowbar got a few good hits in before he’d managed to fight his way free and out into the street.
The room is empty—no cards, no flowers, no people and for a moment he’s overwhelmed with memory of the last time he’d been in the hospital. He’d just found out Bucky was alive and had nearly died trying to get him back. Sam had sat by his bed, protecting him, smiling when he’d woken up, a soft crooning song on in the background.
There’s none of that now.
The utter loneliness sinks into his chest and leaves him gasping; shaking and crying, he presses his hands to his face and sobs, stripped bare and raw for the world to see.
He cries himself into exhaustion and sleeps again.
As for the rest, I found them on Pinterest and their signature are in the pictures. I don’t know if they have a tumblr account, but support those two artist above ⤴️
I’ve been looking for a fic that I remember reading a long time ago and as you all might relate…I wanna read it again!
It was a stevetony fic which focused more on Steve Roger’s as captain America finding a kid in the burned out remains of his home? Kid was Peter Parker, May n Ben died. So Steve kinda suddenly takes him in and we get alot of Steve being a dad with tony realizing he loves steve and eventually they both adopt Peter.
Please please pleeeaassee help me find this fic
All I remember is that Peter is a little kid and in 1 part he picks chinos and sth to wear out of the outfits steve brings him at the hospital
Steve makes beards out of bubbles during bath time
It all happened in the 2012 all the avengers live together in the tower era.
