Tony: You’re The Love Of My Life, I Would Do Anything For You. Stephen: I Want You To Eat 3 Meals A

Peter : WE'RE GOING TO A CANDY STORE?

Tony : It's night time right now, kid.

Stephen : Yeah, candy stores are closed at this hour.

Harley : WE'RE GOING TO ROB A CANDY STORE?

Making Tony eat: Steve edition

Steve: please, come on eating is so important. do it for me. i’ll make you a sandwich and bring it down to your workshop, promise you’ll eat it.

Tony: fine. whatever.

Making Tony eat: Bucky edition

Bucky: *throwing metal arm at Tony* EAT SOME GOD DAMN FOOD YOU FREAK

Tony: FUCK THE SHUT UP CLUCKY

Bucky: I WILL SHOVE. THE WHOLE PLATE DOWN. YOUR THROAT. DON’T THINK I WON’T.

Tony: PHYSICALLY FIGHT MY WHOLE FACE

Bucky: *launching breadsticks across the room like projectiles* I CARE ABOUT. YOUR. WELL BEING. EAT OR I WILL. SHOOT YOU.

Tony: *screaming*

Bucky: *more screaming*

I constantly think about the fact that Benedict Cumberbatch was the only actor who was trusted with the full script of Infinity War and Endgame, not only because he is an amazing and prestigious actor, but also because of the importance of his role.

Doctor Strange was the only one who knew what should be done to avert Thanos’ snap.

He knew their first plan on Titan would fail. And yet he tried all the same with the same determination.

He knew Peter Quill would mess up with their attempt to stop Thanos. And yet he let it happen.

He knew he would have to hand the Time Stone, a precious artifact trusted to him by his beloved mentor.

He knew Thanos would succeed, wiping half of the universe. The same universe he swore to protect.

He knew he was going to become dust. He embraced death way before Death herself showed up as a test for him to overcome his physical limits.

He knew he would have to trust the remaining heroes so he could come back, which is incredible already because this is not something Stephen usually does. He hates not being in control.

And finally, he knew who was going to die in the process, being forced to live with all the guilt this knowledge could bring.

Stephen might not have the most important role, but he was above everyone else. And no other hero, stronger or not, was in the same league. Because he’s not just a hero. He’s something more.

And in the end, I’m not disappointed that he isn’t recognized as he should. Because it’s precisely what he does. He protects people from threats they can’t see. He’s not out there, being visible for spotlight. He’s always occult, hidden, because while noble heroes such as the Avengers are fighting in the light, he’s the one in the shadows. He’s the one who protects people when there’s only darkness. And that says a lot about what kind of hero he is. 

I couldn’t be prouder.

apparently the Still Not Funny deleted scene is about Bucky ‘bringing a treat to Sam's family gathering’, and after talking to @logicheartsoul about it, i obvs had to write something

It was a joke.

Sam’d—very casually, if he’d say so himself—invited Bucky to the cookout. He’d been trying to relax into Bucky’s lone armchair, the TV on and playing something he’d never seen before.

Bucky, who had been sitting on the ground and leaning into the side of the chair, had froze, very minutely, then relaxed, asked what he should bring.

Sam had, very dryly, said, “Ice cream cake,” because Bucky’d tried to make them breakfast that morning and almost burned the eggs to a crisp. Sam was just being cautious, and yeah, okay, maybe also a little shit, but mostly cautious.

Bucky, the biggest little shit to have ever existed, took it personally, apparently, because here he was now, sunglasses on, wearing Sam’s Henley, driving Sam’s truck and joking with Sam’s nephews, carrying a lopsided ice cream cake that was very bravely fighting for its life in the heat of the afternoon.

Sam’s stupid, stupid heart did a stupid, stupid somersault.

He went on taking pictures and joking around and filling up his plate, feeling light and happy and on the edge of something wonderful, then Bucky was close, sunglasses hanging from the collar of his—Sam’s—Henley, his cheeks a bright red from the setting sun.

“Hey,” he said, voice light and so soft.

“Hey yourself.”

“Want a piece of cake?”

Sam gave him a flat look. “You’re not funny.”

Bucky’s smile went bigger, brighter, like he immediately knew what Sam was talking about.

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” he said.

“You’re full of shit,” Sam said, “and, still not funny. You’re not funny.”

“I just couldn’t come empty-handed, Samuel, I have manners.”

“You brought an ice cream cake.”

“It was a no-brainer, honestly.”

Sam rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile, then he turned back to watch the gentle waves and the sky as it changed colors.

The music was dying down, the day slowing and easing into the evening. Bucky was still standing just a step behind him, and Sam could feel his eyes on him.

His heart skipped a little as Bucky knocked his knuckles against his shoulder.

“Come on,” he said, so soft once again.

And Sam turned, gave into the urge and wrapped his arm around his shoulder to pull him closer.

Bucky came easily, his warmth seeking into Sam’s alright sun-warmed body, until it was almost too much.

He didn’t pull away.

peter, in the lab with tony: can you get me ice cream?

tony: your legs work get it yourself

peter: but it tastes better with the flavor of parental obligation on top :(

Stephen: Where are you going? Tony: Hell, eventually.

Thor: The Dark World (liveblog) [x]

I love this moment.  I have to admit, I saw the twist coming a mile away, given that we’d deliberately seen that magic creating real-looking copies in the prison scene not too far back and when they deliberately cut away from a plan, you know they’re cooking up something to be a twisty surprise, but that doesn’t lessen the impact of how great this moment was, when Frigga just casually steals a sword from a passing Einherjar without him even noticing. YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT LOKI DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO PICKPOCKET PEOPLE OR LIFT THEIR WEAPONS WHEN THEY’RE NOT PAYING ATTENTION AND THAT HE TOTALLY LEARNED IT FROM HIS MOM. I’m just imagining all the times when Loki was younger and she showed him the best way to lift something off someone who was marching by versus how to pick the pocket of someone standing and talking versus probably even how to snatch something up while you were moving around with either other, whether fighting or walking together. It was a bit frustrating for him at first, Loki never took to physical things terribly well, but once he’d mastered it, he was truly a master of it.  He never took too many things and kept them, because what did he need for shiny things, when his family has like infinity amounts of money, but he liked the challenge and Frigga always approved when he just lifted something off a visiting guest and then laid it out somewhere where they’d later find it. Loki had the fun of the challenge and the fun of them going WTF WHO STOLE MY FAMILY’S HEIRLOOM SWORD BECAUSE I WILL— oh wait there it is sorry, and he could act indignant on Asgard’s behalf, meanwhile laughing at them the whole time.  And Frigga tried to be scolding, but she was just so happy to see her darling little boy causing mostly harmless mischief.

I'm gonna name my cat after him.

I'd like to think that Mobius has some pretty nice handwriting and Loki adores it.

For example, he asks Loki to look over his notes for a case to either catch him up or is just in need of a second pair of eyes. Loki tries to read it but is honestly distracted by the simple yet elegant swoop and swirl of each letter. Instead of actually reading the notes he finds himself staring, scanning over every word and every letter- intricate yet carefree.

'Beautiful as though it was poetry in itself, a unity of sorts,' Loki thinks to himself.

"So what do you think? " Mobius drags him back to reality and Loki gets flustered not realizing what he's been doing until he's been doing it for too long.

"Oh- yes quite right, it looks fine." He hands back the notes hastily, overcome with feeling warm he avoids looking at Mobius. "I'm going to check on another file," he says leaving Mobius at their table confused beyond all measure.

Sam: Shut up.

Bucky: No, you shut up.

Sam: I said that first.

Bucky: Make me then?

Sam: Oh, I will.

Sam: But you might moan a little.