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Scott Lang really is just the Hal Jordan of the MCU

There’s only one thing the marvel fandom can agree on.

Ant-Hony had the saddest death in the entire mcu

ok but reblog if you want scott lang as your grandma

“not all men”

you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.

Cap: scott, what's going on? Do you have a way to save everyone?

Scott, smiling: you do remember me!

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?”

Happy Valentine’s Day from the New Avengers

Lyrics: Idfc (Tarro Remix)-Blackbear

I’m sorry to say this gay joe russo, but the first LGBTQ+ character in mcu is in fact Agent Jimmy Woo who asked Scott Lang out, with his whole chest, seconds after he released him from custody

(x)

All the people who haven’t seen Antman and The wasp must be so confused to why we are all calling Scott Lang the worlds greatest grandma

Saw this on Pinterest and I just wanna add this here cause I want to share my thoughts.

So I went to the comment section cause I’m a curious person who wants to know what others think, and saw these:

And cause I like sharing my thoughts and had a really good theory on this topic, I commented. (Yes I was the one who commented the following, I just wanna share my thoughts on Tumblr for the people who don’t have Pinterest.)

Thanks for taking your time to read this, have a great day/night!

lock, stock, and barrel

summary: your dog locks you out of your car. the locksmith who shows up to let her out? is kinda hot 

pairings: scott lang x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: you have a big dumbass dog (but a cute dumbass) and your dad is your wingman (and if you dont have a dad im ur dad now have you taken your meds today? wanna go fishing?)

a/n: this is based off of a tiktok i found, which you can watch here (x) nobody requested this but i love scott so much. big love. 

A van pulls up to the house, and parks in front of the driveway. It’s repurposed, definitely, with the words “X-Con Security Consultants” lovingly (read: clumsily) painted (read: scrawled) onto the side. 

“That’s Hank Pym’s kid,” your father says to your mother, and she scoffs.

“No he’s not, he's the intern boy,” she argues, but you don’t care who’s son he is or if he’s interning. He’s beautiful. He has a wide smile on his face as he makes his way from his sketchy van with a bag of tools in hand.

“Scott!” Your father greets, leaving your mother to grumble amongst herself about the man’s origins.

“Hey! Morning, sir!” Scott calls back, and your father gives him a firm handshake. Your father doesn’t notice the pain in Scott’s eyes when he does this, but you do, and you like him immediately for it.

Your father leads the conversation as he guides him over to your car, you shamefully stand by the passenger side, treats and toys in hand. You come around to greet them both.

“—it’s good for extra cash since our expertise is locks and security,” Scott finishes, and your dad listens with intense curiosity.

“Tell Pym I said hi,” he says, before noticing you.

“Ah, Scott, here’s the culprit,” he says, leading him over to you.

“Technically, Delilah is the culprit, dad,” you complain, and he scoffs a little.

“Who locked her in there?” he says playfully, and you gasp.

“She did!” you say, laughing, and there are smiles all around.

“Hi,” you say, introducing yourself, and Scott holds out a hand for you.

“I’m Scott,” he says, and you notice his hands are firm and soft, “I’m here to save your dog. And also your car.”

You smirk, “Thank you.”

You notice he smiles a lot, which is not something you mind. He places a small work bag down on the ground near your driver’s side. He bends his neck at awkward angles to try and make out where your buttons are through your tinted windows.

“Tell him what happened,” your dad encourages, crossing his arms with an ‘I told you so’ look on his face, though it doesn’t apply to this situation.

“I put her in my car to take her on a ride, and I was walking around the other side to get in, and she hit the lock button,” you say sheepishly, staring at Delilah.

Your father laughs and shakes his head, telling you to call him if you needed anything, returning inside to catch the rest of the baseball game for a team he couldn’t care less about.

“It happens to the best of us. She’s really cute,” he says encouragingly, and you smile, because she’s not the only cute one in your general vicinity.

“Hi Delilah!” He coos, and she barks at him.

“Delilah, no,” your mother scolds, and she stares at you from the passenger seat with her tongue out.

“Well, I see how it is,” he mutters, and you laugh. He looks back at you when you do and you notice the light on his hair and how he squints just a little bit when he smiles. He turns back to your car, and works a car door wedge into the window of the driver’s side door. His focus is intense. 

“Where you guys headed?” He asks, budging the wedge in and turning a crank on the side.

“We were just going on a ride. I kinda wanted to take her to get Starbucks, but now I’m not sure she deserves it,” you say, crossing your arms, knowing full well Delilah would get her puppuccino anyway.

“Aw, of course she does,” he says, looking at her panting at him through the glass.

“Isn’t that right, Delilah?” He says. She pays no attention to him. But it’s okay. You’re paying enough attention for the both of you.

“She has beautiful eyes,” he muses, and you hum in agreement.

“You have really nice eyes too,” you compliment accidentally, and you can feel the heat on your face as you try to play it off.

“Thank you,” he says, and you note his smile in the reflection of your car window as he falters with the wedge and the crank.

“Can I get you something to drink?” you say, and he stops. 

“Uh, sure,” he says. He kneels down in your driveway to look for something in the small bag of tools he brought with him.

“I think we have coke? And orange juice probably, unless you want like, a water or something,” you say, and he accepts the water offer.

You turn to leave, but your mom is already halfway in the house.

“I can go get it,” your mom says, throwing you a smile over her shoulder. 

You’re stuck in an awkward silence for a few minutes as he wiggles and pushes and tinkers with wires through your window. He pulls out a malleable wire and shoves it through the window wedge. You watch him work, with precise hands and concentration plastered on his face. But soon enough, with persistence and skill, Scott unlocks your car from the inside, carefully removes the car door wedge, and subsequently frees your poor pooch from her automated prison. 

He opens the door, and Delilah moves to the driver’s side to smell Scott. She jumps out of the car and starts sniffing around him, her leash hanging limply on the ground.

You retrieve it and let Delilah do her thing.

“Thank you so much,” you say, as he crouches down to say hello to your pup.

“Ah, it’s no problem,” he says, and begins speaking to Delilah in a baby voice, “especially when I meet cute puppies like you, yes I do, yes I do!”

Delilah is loving the attention, and she smiles as he pets her behind the ears. You give her butt a few taps and go to speak to Scott again, but your mom returns from the kitchen.

“I cut up some fruit for you guys,” she informs, like you two were best friends having a sleepover. She balances two cold bottles of water, and, sure enough, a plate of fruit she stole from a platter sitting in your fridge.

“Mom,” you whine a little, and your dad follows soon after, in pursuit of the fruit.

“I’m alright, ma’am. Thank you though.”

Your mom yells your dad’s name in the direction of the front door, clearly not seeing him behind her. He steals a chunk of fruit off the platter and complains, “I’m right here, woman,”

“Oh,” she says, laughing in your direction, before she informs him Scott had gotten Delilah out.

“Someone had to,” he grumbles, and he runs back inside to grab his wallet. 

You watch as Scott stands and grabs his bag, smiling at Delilah and turning to return the stuff to his van. Delilah decides to follow him.

“Delilah, please,” you beg, and she stops pulling on her leash, sitting like a good girl. You watch as he puts some things in his truck, fiddling with something in there, before you realize you’re staring. 

You open your driver’s side door, letting Delilah hop in that way instead, and climb in after her, bumping her off your seat. You stare at her intently. She smiles back, none the wiser. 

“You, are going to be the death of me,” you assure her, and you're startled by a knock at your window. 

You expect Scott, but it’s your dad. You roll down your window. 

“I asked specifically for Scott,” he assures, and smiles at you.

“Dad,” you groan, head thumping your headrest. You sigh.

“Don’t be weird,” you plead, and he scoffs.

“When have I ever been weird?” He asks, followed by, “Don’t answer that.”

You absentmindedly pet Delilah.

“You want his number?” he asks, credit card in hand. You turn in your seat to look at Scott. He’s walking around to the other side of his van for something. 

“Not from you!” you muse, and that’s all your dad has to hear, grinning in triumph. 

“Dad!” you whisper harshly, “Don’t be weird!”

“I won’t!” he says, mocking your raspy whisper. 

You watch in your rear-view mirror as your dad goes up to Scott and hands him his credit card. Some words are exchanged, and then your mother goes up to him too. You decide you can’t watch anymore, and you hide your face in Delilah’s fur. 

“Delilah, what are we gonna do?” you say, and her ears perk up, because in her mind, you two are going to Starbucks for puppuccinos. 

“Not that, Delilah. Scott is so cute,” you inform her. She already knows, her eyes tell you, and you look back over at them. 

Scott is smiling at your car. He sees your face, and he waves, causing your parents to look over at you. You blush, and wave back at him. Your dad sends you a signal, but you don’t know what it means, and your mom’s exaggerated wink is overkill. 

You sigh and check your phone. No alerts, alarms, or notifications to take your mind off of the situation. 

You hear Scott’s truck start up, and he pulls away as easily as he pulled in, and that’s that. Just another candle in the wind, a cute guy you’d never see again. But apparently, your parents had other plans.

Pulling out of the Starbucks drive-thru, you pull into a parking spot to let Delilah enjoy her cup of whipped cream. You take a sip of your icy beverage, and you hear your phone ding. Checking your notifications, you realize it’s from an unknown number, and your heart jumps thinking who it could be.

Opening your phone, Delilah whines in anticipation for the whipped cream in the Starbucks cup in the holder. 

“Hang on, ‘Lilah,” you say and you open your phone to read the message.

did delilah get her puppuccino?

You smile at the text, and move to take a picture while you let Delilah go to town on her treat. Your phone chimes again and you hold the cup with one hand, skillfully checking your messages with the other. 

it’s scott by the way. didn’t know if you could tell.

You text back Delilah’s picture. You could tell it was Scott. 

“Delilah,” you say, “thank you so much for locking my door. You’re such a good girl,”

She knows. She decides to accept her payment in puppuccinos from now on.

Avengers Hogwarts!AU

Before I start I wanna say sorry about my last post. I was... weirder than usual that day. 

But anyway, I have an idea for a fanfiction AU. Two girls, one being me and my only best friend in our early/mid-teens finally get our Hogwarts letters thanks to their witch neighbors who attend. But what’s even more awesome is their Professors and fellow students are The Avengers! Still working on the story and of course my other stories so that way I can write more. But I know for most of the Avengers their Houses but IDK what they should teach. Here’s a list of the Professors, students and others who teach and attend Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. ‘Cause I’m including other characters from other things that could fit the story.

Teachers

Professor Tony Stark- Ravenclaw

Professor Steven Rogers- Gryffindor

Professor Thor Odinson- Hufflepuff

Professor Loki Laufeyson- Slytherin

Professor Scott Lang- Hufflepuff

Professor Natasha Romanoff- Slytherin

Professor Bruce Banner- Ravenclaw

Professor Clint Barton- Hufflepuff

Professor Hope Van Dyne- Gryffindor

Professor Scott Lang- Hufflepuff

Professor T’Challa- Hufflepuff (Or Gryffindor I’m still deciding.)

Professor Carol Danvers- Gryffindor

Professor Nick Fury- Gryffindor

Professor Maria Hill- Slytherin

Professor Stephen Strange- Slytherin (Or another house IDK)

Professor James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes- Hufflepuff (Or Slytherin)

Professor Sam Wilson- Gryffindor

Professor Groot- Hufflepuff and Rocket- Ravenclaw (Or Slytherin)

Professor Frigga Odinson- Hufflepuff

Professor Okoye- Gryffindor

Professor M’Baku- Slytherin

Professor James Rhodes- Hufflepuff

Professor Vision- Hufflepuff

Professor Happy Hogan- Hufflepuff (Or Gryffindor)

Professor Pepper Potts- Ravenclaw

Now some could change and be other stuff at Hogwarts. Like Wong is obviously gonna be the Librarian. Groot and Rocket will teach Herbology. Also wanna have Hadgrid keep being the Care for magical creatures teacher. BECAUSE HE'S AWESOME! But for a few of them, I know who will be head of house. Frigga, Head of Hufflepuff. Either Loki or Natasha will be Head of Slytherin. Or maybe M’Baku. Just lots of things to decide. Also, I really want Loki to teach potions. Idk why but I think it has to do with Snape but idk something is telling me Loki should teach potions. But I can’t decide who will be Headmaster of Hogwarts. I’ve narrowed it down to three. Carol Danvers, Stephen Strange, and Nick Fury. I will also put all classes down below so everyone knows whats taught at Hogwarts. I’m putting everything down ‘cause I can’t tell which classes are for the first five years and which is extracurricular.

Astronomy, Charms, Defense against the dark arts, Herbology, History of Magic, Transfiguration, Alchemy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Ancient Studies, Magical Transportation, Muggle Studies, Mythology, Ghoul Studies, Magical Art

There might be more subjects if possible. Lie, I read somewhere that if Tony taught it would be some technological magic. Or something better than what I just wrote. But definitely more subjects ‘cause it’s now I realize I have A LOT of teachers. But now onto the students!

Students

Peter Parker- Hufflepuff

Michelle Jones- Ravenclaw

Ned- Hufflepuff

Shuri- Ravenclaw

Wade Wilson- Hufflepuff (YOU’LL LOVE IT!)

Wanda Maximoff- Slytherin

Pietro Maximoff- Gryffindor

Gamora- Slytherin

Nebula- Slytherin

Peter Quill- Gryffindor

Mantis- Hufflepuff

Drax- Gryffindor

Korg- Hufflepuff

Miek- Hufflepuff

Darcy Lewis- Ravenclaw (Or Hufflepuff)

oK now I have an idea to add other characters, from other stuff. They may seem weird but this is still an AU so it makes sense to me. But the first ones are from a band, that is extremely well known. But I love them for my story!

Kim Namjoon- Gryffindor

Kim Seokjin- Gryffindor

Min Yoongi- Slytherin

Jung Hoseok- Hufflepuff

Park Jimin- Slytherin

Kim Taehyung- Hufflepuff

Jeon Jungkook- Ravenclaw

IT MAKES SENSE TO ME AND MY STORY! And don’t worry it’s about to get a LOT weirder. Now, I’m only choosing a few but these are the ones I have in mind.

Finn Balor- Hufflepuff (Read it somewhere idk)

Alexa Bliss- Ravenclaw

Braun Strowman- Hufflepuff (Or Gryffindor)

Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns- Gryffindor

Dean Ambrose- Slytherin (Or maybe Gryffindor... Maybe)

There will be more characters but I’m keeping them a secret for now as for the villains. I also forgot to say this is set in modern times idk what year tho. Maybe between 2013 or further. Still deciding. Also, I want to add a few modern tech stuff but I need help which the professors and their classes. 

Sorry for the really long post but I just had to ask and hopefully I get some answers. And that this also interests people. Thanks bye!

I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE GIFS I USED IN THIS POST!

neighbors

pairing: scott lang x black!reader

word count: 467

summary: cassie makes a new friend and introduces her to her scott.

a/n: here’s some scott and cassie lang content!

masterlist

i was walking my dog, duke, around my neighborhood trying to get use to the area. i didn’t know anyone but i knew that the neighbor to my right has a daughter, who might i add is absolutely adorable.

“hi” i hear a little voice behind me, i turn around and see my neighbors daughter smiling at me revealing her two missing teeth.

“hi sweetheart” she giggles at the nickname making me smile.

“i like you’re hair, it’s soooo curly” i smile at her compliment, i see her eyes sparkle as she looks at my hair.

“why thank you and i like yours too, the tiara makes you look likes a pretty princess” she giggles at my compliment.

“i’m cassie” she holds her tiny hand out and i shake it.

“i’m y/n” i say and she squeals making me giggle.

“we’re friends now” she declared and i smile, she runs away and yells “daddy i made a new friend” i giggle at her excitement.

“and who could that be peanut” her dad asks as she pulls him towards me.

he’s very handsome and i can tell he has a great personality based off of his daughter.

“daddy this is my new friend, y/n” cassie announced and he looks up, his eyes widen as i smile.

“hi nice to meet you...” i trail off not knowing his name.

“scott and it’s nice to meet you as well” he smiles at me and i smile back feeling warmth spread in my chest.

a year and a half later

“i’m gonna get you” scott yelled goofily as i ran around with cassie on my back.

“he’s picking up speed” cassie yells through her giggles.

“cassie hold on” she tightens her grip around my neck and waist.

i turn around stopping scott in his tracks, i grab his chin and kiss him catching him off guard. i pull away and run off with cassie down the hall.

“that wasn’t fair” scott yells making cassie and i giggle as we run upstairs, i walk into her room and kneel beside her bed so she can get off of my back and get into her bed.

“alright sweetheart get some sleep” i tuck her in and make sure she’s good before kissing her forehead.

i turn her nightlight on and turn her light out before meeting scott at the doorway “night peanut” he says pulling me into him.

“night daddy, night y/n” she mumbles sleepily before scott closes the door, leaving to cracked slightly.

scott and i walk into his room and he pulls me in for a kiss, i wrap my arms around his neck deepening the kiss.

he pulls away and rests his forehead in mine “i love you” he says barely above a whisper and i smile.

“and i love you”

21 Flavors

Bₐ𝘴𝓴ᵢ𝚗 ᵣₒ𝚋𝚋ᵢ𝚗𝘴 ₐᄂwₐy𝘴 fᵢ𝚗𝚍𝘴 ₒᵤ𝚝.

Kate: What did you get Yelena for her birthday?

Y/N: I got her a dog.

Kate: Really? Me too!

Sam: I also got her a dog!

Bucky: Looks like we had the same idea.

Y/N: Scott, please tell me you didn’t get Yelena a dog as well.

Scott: I got her a dog!

[cuts to Yelena surrounded by dogs]

Yelena: THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!

The Black Series - (2022)

Some of The Avengers sporting a black version of their iconic suits. Before you ask “Where is Bucky?”, “Where is Nat?”, etc…their suits are already black or dark blue so I didn’t see the point of including them in this series BUT I’m currently working on a new one and they’ll definitely be there. ♥

Makes me want to write fic where someone stares at a security camera! Also, though Bucky is my favorite, I do love Scott.

Security Camera Poses

pic credit: screen rant