The GOTG are self-proclaimed bunch of jackasses but y’know what? They work! They talk and listen and frickin work! The AMATW team mess up and do dangerous stuff a lot but y’know frickin what? They work too! Honestly, screw the Avengers, they’re dumb. Absolutely ridiculous bunch, disqualified from every event, sign them up for communication classes.
Writing Advice: it doesn’t matter if an idea has been done before. It’s never been done by you. So long as you do it well, and in your own way, it’s a wonderful contribution.
*slams fists on table*
THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED
*flips table*
BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS
*Kicks chair*
ENEMIES TO LOVERS
*throws lamp across room*
HELP I NEED A FAKE BOYFRIEND FOR MY EX’S WEDDING
*rips down the curtains*
THEY’RE FAMOUS AND THEIR FANS SHIP THEM
*clutches wine glass so hard it shatters in my fist*
THEY WERE ROOMMATES
oh my god they were roommates
AND THEY PINED MUTUALLY
YOU’RE FROM THE ROYAL FAMILY AND I AM JUST A SIMPLE SERVANT
THEY BOTH HAVE A SECRET THAT RELATES
THEY ARE ENEMY AGENTS
EVERYONE THINKS THEY’RE ALREADY TOGETHER
THEY DON’T REALIZE THEY’RE SOULMATES
Anyone who wants to write their own take on something that’s been done a million times should DO THE FUCK OUT OF IT.
Steve cried in swallows. Heart crashing into lungs, suffocating in nerves, tears freezing on cheeks. Sorrow flowed in sweat of punches thrown, blood spit out from hits taken. He cried in fading transitions – one with the downpour and the landslides he would be buried under.
Tony cried in bites. Half formed lumps, shattering in synapses, teeth grit against escaped sounds. Grief exploded in clanging against burnt metal, dents in scratched exoskeletons. He cried in flashing flares – one with the false stars of festivities and finicky fame in which he would burn.
Thor cried in exhales. Cooling ash against scraped feet, cracking in joints, breathing in old wounds. Torment seeped into his bones in bloodbaths, melting ice with skin attached. He cried in beaten chests – one with the crown around his neck and choking smile with which he would be sculpted.
Natasha cried in blinks. Stained photographs crushed in fists, paralysing in mid motion, moisture dried in swollen eyes. Mortification tied into a bun between changing locks, paint reapplied on old skin colourless. She cried in darkened veils – one with the coffin lined with velvet and roses clinging to broken fences where she would be lost.
Bruce cried in rips. Threadbare memories melded into load, forsaken grasps clenched into self, salt mixed into terrified glares. Despair clipped into burnt fingernails, acid running into all bases. He cried in smudged glasses – one with the fog of polluted freedom and misspelt addresses of homes where he would never stay.
Clint cried in jerks. Motionless hitches of breaths, boiling in vaulted brain, trails down his jaw. Agony shot out of every quiver, screaming in the path of an arrow’s release. He cried in abandoned free falls – one with the wish of unseen endings and breaking homes to find ground over which he would seek remains of himself.
It binds them. It breaks them. It is the human in them. It hurts.
incredible story, really if you want a beautiful, fun (and a so hot) moment you just need to read this story, go and give it all the love it deserves because it deserves a lot.
“So what I’d like to propose,” Tony continued on, “is for you to let me help you out a little, yeah? We’ll work off some of this energy, some of this adrenaline, and you don’t have to worry about hurting yourself anymore, okay?”.
Steve’s in a bit of trouble. Tony wants to help him out. Sexily.
I know it’s not en vogue to be unabashedly in love with CATWS anymore, but it’s still one of my favorites so… Let’s talk about the differences between the movie and the comic arc on which it’s loosely based!
Steve, Bucky, Sharon, and Nick Fury are the players involved in both, though a lot of Sharon’s role ends up informing Natasha’s characterization in the movie, to my great annoyance
Because women aren’t interchangeable and
I really love Sharon and wanted to see her shine
There are other players in the comics that don’t make their way into the movie: Red Skull and Alexander Lukin, the Russian businessman. Also, the cosmic cube. The MCU has a tesseract, but it isn’t the cosmic cube.
[I’d like to see the cosmic cube in A4, if I’m honest, as a way of them getting the stones, or at least, finding out how to get to the stones.]
I do like Alexander Pierce (they just swapped out one Alexander for an another) in his role as… The epitome of everything bad with politicians. I think the idea of Hydra growing inside SHIELD and a member of Hydra in a prominent position within SHIELD is… Not as outlandish as it may have been in 2014.
616 Steve is not nearly as lonely as MCU Steve:
616 Steve and Sharon have been in a relationship before and she’s keeping her eye on him.
He and Sam have been partners for a long time, so it’s no surprise Sam is helping him.
Also, Steve has lived and fought alongside Tony, so it’s not a stretch for him to reach out to Tony for help.
Bucky isn’t Steve’s lifelong best friend in the comics, though Steve feels tremendous guilt for Bucky’s death but… It’s not the same. See, Steve has made connections in the present, so he isn’t as reliant on his connections from the past (see: Steve visiting Peggy in the nursing home).
Also, Steve’s more paranoid in the MCU than he is in 616. Steve’s worked within the bureaucratic structure established in 616 many times before as an Avenger. Sure, he’s been dissatisfied before (see: Nomad), but that’s not his issue here.
Anyway, I do still think that the movie tries and succeeds in establishing Steve’s core dilemma in the fact that he’s an anachronism.
People think Tony is all mind – intellect and smartness and wit. While all that is fair, he is more heart. He is forged from fire and failure, broken shards of swords and bent steel. He is elastic in his strength and that is why he expands without extinguishing completely. He is the heart of a battle – the one who loses himself at a victory cost too high.
People look at Steve and see all soul – courage of the fallen and resilience of the hit. While all that is valid, he is more mind. He is crafted from numbing calm and necessary control, clumped atoms and electrified nodes. He is reflective in his strength and that is why he stands ground without shattering under all the force pressed against him. He is the mind of a battle – the one who calculates the cost of a victory needed with every defeat gathered.
People see Thor as the unbridled heart – honour of the kind and valour of the warriors. While it has been accepted by history, he is more soul. Heisassembled from the scattered stars and soundless void, endless space and reborn springs. He is hopeful in his strength and that is why he can extend a hand burnt too often without hesitation of burning. He is the soul of a battle – the one who calls for the dignity of those who survive both victory and defeat.
People sensed Bruce’s presence like trudging feet – worn down by weight and cut by all that came in way. While it isn’t wrong to believe so, he is more vision. He is gathered from scrapes of a broken kaleidoscope and patches of unknown quilts, learnt warmth and hidden purpose. He is watchful in his strength and that is why he is protective even in the throes of his own destruction. He is the vision of a battle – the one who sees the fluttering flags just as well as the burning ground.
People knew that Natasha would hear even the unsaid and thus she was the ears unseen – balanced in her information and aware of where the echoes rose. While it wasn’t unfounded, she is more arms. She is moulded from the cold and conditioned, trained care and bloodstained sweat. She is adaptive in her strength and that is why she can create as precisely as she can burn down. She is the touch of a battle – the one who has weapons of the dead in one firm grip as the other holds a dying hand in gentleness.
People don’t see Clint and hence assume him to be the vision – sharp judgement and changing targets. While it was clear in reason, he is more feet. He is packed with gravel from streets fled and spring before a jump, fading footsteps and dragging knees. He is mobile in his strength and that is why he can walk away from ashes without dropping the burning embers he chose. He is the feet of a battle – the one who is never noticed till the others have become one with the ground.
And then there are Maria and Nick. The ears and voice of the stories from battles unknown. For all the force the body exerts, the team pulls together, there is always an aftermath waiting to be known. The ears hear it. The voice cautions the warriors who come searching for a battle again.
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