unlicensedsuperhero:

najalater:

yubishines:

najalater:

soufex:

chameleonlurks:

copperbadge:

yubishines:

copperbadge:

sirpangur:

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YEAH

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*waits for it*

[From Avengers #106, 1972.]

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“Aww, car…”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA BEST.

“Aw, Satan.”

and it just keeps getting better and better :D

aaaaaaah

oh my god though somebody please

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[Avengers #5, 1963]

…OK!

(Edited previous reply with extra panels and credit.)

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Someone really should save skater boy over there.

OH MY GOD THANK YOU

AND IT’S A FUCKING GIF

OH MY GOD

I was actually looking for the other panels of Thor because the first time I read #5 I lost my shit at that scene. And given the size of Marvel’s hell this isn’t that far-fetched a situation.

omg Hawkeye.

(Source: dave-stridlediddle)

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thatsabingo:

Avengers Valentines! or Katie takes some tragic Marvel events and makes horrible valentine related puns with them! I’m so so sorry. 

(Source: )

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seananmcguire:

autumn-sacura:

fyeahlilbit2point0:

Complete Avengers/Sailor Scouts set by Autum Sacura!

Well… That’s explains some new followers, I guess, haha…  ;^_^

YES GOOD.

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yaoijeezuz:

schumie:

beamkatanachronicles:

sarafena:

Can we please talk about the fact that Tony doesn’t even question that

no shh let the man do his thing

Can we please talk about the fact that Spiderman has a sassier pose than any of the ladies?

Oh yes please do as you’re told Tony

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alchemicalalice:

caedesdeo:

alchemicalalice:


caedesdeo:


copperbadge:


operafloozy:


copperbadge:


Steve Rogers attempts incognito, everyone.
[From Captain America #424, 1993.]


Some of his best friends are spies.  So, either he was too proud to go and ask anyone for help, or this is his second, much better, attempt at acting incognito.
Or maybe he made the mistake of asking Tony for tips.


I do get the impression that he feels wearing a disguise is somehow not quite fair.
I mean he does run around with a GIANT TARGET painted on his only weapon.


I now, really, really want this to be some form of massive, cosmic-level double bluff. How Steve goes around doing shit like this and everyone knows, knows, that Steve cannot pull off undercover work to save his or anyone else’s life. And then a mission turns up that absolutely HAS to have Captain America in it, under cover, and all the agents and researchers and backup techs are just like ‘well this is fucking blown from the start’ but they do the prep and get ready to wade in and they send him in…
And he disappears. He completely disappears and nobody was prepared for it, the amount of money against him in the betting pool was kinda phenomenal and Clint and Natasha are going to dine out on it for a looooong time, because Steve? Steve is smart and thinks on his feet and picks up new skills so fast he’s a natural by the time he’s finished and he may hate what he needs to do, he may be uncomfortable with it, but he’ll do it and be good at it.


WRITE IT, and make it that Tony actually wins a fuckton of dough off of that bet, but all it does is even up all of the money he lost to Steve from when Steve OWNED HIM at poker.
Meanwhile Clint and Natasha run off with their share of the winnings cackling, as per usual.


Tony would be called in by Clint and Natasha to go into more technical detail than they could provide, which I think is entirely plausible given he managed to give Steve enough detail in comprehensible for to figure out the Helicarrier engine relays. Tony would also be a gleeful asshole troll and ‘help’ the rumours of Cap being inept at subterfuge gain some serious mileage :D
Oh man, I adore the concept of Steve being an absolute SHARK at cards. There is no way in hell that he didn’t get taught a massive amount of card-cheat tricks during his time with the Commandos, plus whatever he picked up himself without needing to be told the secret of. :D Two things that are perfect aligned with how I picture Steve, [this] from the Avengers Headcanon tumblr and [this] story, particularly the pickpocketing. :D
(You have a rambly-tag, btw, normally used when I reblog your fic but am using it for this too. :P)

YES TO ALL OF THAT. Steve is clearly the best at cards, I mean seriously, are you going to suck at cards for very long if you’re playing with Dum Dum Dugan? Hells to the no. 
Tony definitely demands that Steve teach him pickpocketing. That shit is useful. And Steve only agrees so long as Tony doesn’t blow his cover, jesus Tony, you’re going to make this a lot more difficult if you actually stop people from underestimating me.
(Your rambly tag for me fills me with joy and delight! <3)

alchemicalalice:

caedesdeo:

alchemicalalice:

caedesdeo:

copperbadge:

operafloozy:

copperbadge:

Steve Rogers attempts incognito, everyone.

[From Captain America #424, 1993.]

Some of his best friends are spies.  So, either he was too proud to go and ask anyone for help, or this is his second, much better, attempt at acting incognito.

Or maybe he made the mistake of asking Tony for tips.

I do get the impression that he feels wearing a disguise is somehow not quite fair.

I mean he does run around with a GIANT TARGET painted on his only weapon.

I now, really, really want this to be some form of massive, cosmic-level double bluff. How Steve goes around doing shit like this and everyone knows, knows, that Steve cannot pull off undercover work to save his or anyone else’s life. And then a mission turns up that absolutely HAS to have Captain America in it, under cover, and all the agents and researchers and backup techs are just like ‘well this is fucking blown from the start’ but they do the prep and get ready to wade in and they send him in…

And he disappears. He completely disappears and nobody was prepared for it, the amount of money against him in the betting pool was kinda phenomenal and Clint and Natasha are going to dine out on it for a looooong time, because Steve? Steve is smart and thinks on his feet and picks up new skills so fast he’s a natural by the time he’s finished and he may hate what he needs to do, he may be uncomfortable with it, but he’ll do it and be good at it.

WRITE IT, and make it that Tony actually wins a fuckton of dough off of that bet, but all it does is even up all of the money he lost to Steve from when Steve OWNED HIM at poker.

Meanwhile Clint and Natasha run off with their share of the winnings cackling, as per usual.

Tony would be called in by Clint and Natasha to go into more technical detail than they could provide, which I think is entirely plausible given he managed to give Steve enough detail in comprehensible for to figure out the Helicarrier engine relays. Tony would also be a gleeful asshole troll and ‘help’ the rumours of Cap being inept at subterfuge gain some serious mileage :D

Oh man, I adore the concept of Steve being an absolute SHARK at cards. There is no way in hell that he didn’t get taught a massive amount of card-cheat tricks during his time with the Commandos, plus whatever he picked up himself without needing to be told the secret of. :D Two things that are perfect aligned with how I picture Steve, [this] from the Avengers Headcanon tumblr and [this] story, particularly the pickpocketing. :D

(You have a rambly-tag, btw, normally used when I reblog your fic but am using it for this too. :P)

YES TO ALL OF THAT. Steve is clearly the best at cards, I mean seriously, are you going to suck at cards for very long if you’re playing with Dum Dum Dugan? Hells to the no. 

Tony definitely demands that Steve teach him pickpocketing. That shit is useful. And Steve only agrees so long as Tony doesn’t blow his cover, jesus Tony, you’re going to make this a lot more difficult if you actually stop people from underestimating me.

(Your rambly tag for me fills me with joy and delight! <3)

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stygiansulfur:

So, Steve Rogers and Carrot Ironfoundersson - twins separated at birth or what?

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renaissancelove:

thatguy1996:

agentbartowski:

steel-plated-hearts:

some-stars:

agentbartowski:

At my apartment, we take leftover pizza very seriously.

#i feel like this is what leftovers in the avengers’ shared fridge look like

Nobody can figure out who’s stealing all the leftovers.
They have a system, okay, and Bruce spent a lot of time on the color-coded sorting method, and you don’t take other people’s food, but someone is doing it.
So, instead of mentioning to the others, as a rational team would do, they take matters into their own hands.
Tony wants to make a complicated booby trap, but realizes just how badly Pepper will yell at him, so he just puts a complicated technological lock on the gold-tinted tupperware designated as his.
Steve leaves a strongly worded note on the blue-tinted tupperware, with very detailed and specific threats. Pepper sees the note when getting milk for her coffee, and immediately decides to pretend she didn’t so she’s not liable if the threats are carried out.
Natasha’s leftovers just vanish from the fridge, and nobody can figure out where she hid them.
Clint mostly just sits in front of the fridge, glaring at anyone who dares to come near it.
Bruce just leaves a sticky note: “Taking my food will make me angry. You won’t like me when I’m angry.”
Thor balances Mjolnir on top of his food.
Loki rigs his to explode if anyone besides him touches it.
Come the next morning, it’s all gone. Every last scrap. Natasha’s is gone from wherever she hid it as well, if her stormy expression is anything to go by.
Breakfast is awkward, to say the least. 
“Okay, look,” Steve finally says. “Just whoever ate the food, fess up and we can move on.”
Nobody says anything.
*   *   *   
“I put a camera up last night,” Tony says, dressing gown flowing behind him like a cape as he storms dramatically into the kitchen a few mornings later. “Now, we’ll finally know.”
They crowd around the kitchen counter, staring intently at the monitor. 
“Nothing, nothing,” Tony mutters, fast forwarding the tape. “Nothing, more nothing—hang on—”
“Is that Coulson?” Natasha asks, incredulous. 
“Goddamn, it is,” Steve says, shocked. “I think he’s sleepwalking.”
They sit there in silence for a few minutes, watching Phil blatanly disregard their signs and disable their traps. 
Finally, Bruce breaks the silence. “Was I the only one that didn’t know Phil lived here?”
“No.”
“Nope.”
“Nay.”
“I had no idea.”
“Not a clue.”
“I was not aware.”
“Pepper!” Tony shouts. “Did you know Coulson lived here?”
“He moved in three weeks ago,” Pepper says as she enters the kitchen. “For superheroes, you’re all fairly unobservant.”

there’s fanfiction on my post
i feel as if though i can cross this off my metaphorical bucket list

… How did Phil remove Mjolnir from on top of the food?

Because he’s worthy. Ugh, that’s a feels-punch if I ever had it. xD

renaissancelove:

thatguy1996:

agentbartowski:

steel-plated-hearts:

some-stars:

agentbartowski:

At my apartment, we take leftover pizza very seriously.

Nobody can figure out who’s stealing all the leftovers.

They have a system, okay, and Bruce spent a lot of time on the color-coded sorting method, and you don’t take other people’s food, but someone is doing it.

So, instead of mentioning to the others, as a rational team would do, they take matters into their own hands.

Tony wants to make a complicated booby trap, but realizes just how badly Pepper will yell at him, so he just puts a complicated technological lock on the gold-tinted tupperware designated as his.

Steve leaves a strongly worded note on the blue-tinted tupperware, with very detailed and specific threats. Pepper sees the note when getting milk for her coffee, and immediately decides to pretend she didn’t so she’s not liable if the threats are carried out.

Natasha’s leftovers just vanish from the fridge, and nobody can figure out where she hid them.

Clint mostly just sits in front of the fridge, glaring at anyone who dares to come near it.

Bruce just leaves a sticky note: “Taking my food will make me angry. You won’t like me when I’m angry.”

Thor balances Mjolnir on top of his food.

Loki rigs his to explode if anyone besides him touches it.

Come the next morning, it’s all gone. Every last scrap. Natasha’s is gone from wherever she hid it as well, if her stormy expression is anything to go by.

Breakfast is awkward, to say the least. 

“Okay, look,” Steve finally says. “Just whoever ate the food, fess up and we can move on.”

Nobody says anything.

*   *   *   

“I put a camera up last night,” Tony says, dressing gown flowing behind him like a cape as he storms dramatically into the kitchen a few mornings later. “Now, we’ll finally know.”

They crowd around the kitchen counter, staring intently at the monitor. 

“Nothing, nothing,” Tony mutters, fast forwarding the tape. “Nothing, more nothing—hang on—”

“Is that Coulson?” Natasha asks, incredulous. 

“Goddamn, it is,” Steve says, shocked. “I think he’s sleepwalking.”

They sit there in silence for a few minutes, watching Phil blatanly disregard their signs and disable their traps. 

Finally, Bruce breaks the silence. “Was I the only one that didn’t know Phil lived here?”

“No.”

“Nope.”

“Nay.”

“I had no idea.”

“Not a clue.”

“I was not aware.”

“Pepper!” Tony shouts. “Did you know Coulson lived here?”

“He moved in three weeks ago,” Pepper says as she enters the kitchen. “For superheroes, you’re all fairly unobservant.”

there’s fanfiction on my post

i feel as if though i can cross this off my metaphorical bucket list

… How did Phil remove Mjolnir from on top of the food?

Because he’s worthy. Ugh, that’s a feels-punch if I ever had it. xD

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