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Let her come to me.

Princess Zelda [BotW Sequel]

Short Hair Zelda! As I promised 🔥💪 Dude you know when ye tryna draw but your hands don’t want to? Yeah I had that for 2 days before I could finally do this bruh.

 Anyways, short haired Zelda is cute af I can’t wait to see what they do with her in game, I’m hoping to see maybe a sort of companion mechanic with her. Idk dude, I just want a game where Zelda has a bigger in-game part, I think she’s got some fun potanetial🔥 Hell, maybe Nintendo will go out of their comfort zone and make a great playable Zelda. 

Oh. Oh hell. Oh Hell man. Just, just right to the point, huh? 

Ok, well. Let’s just pretend they’re all happily living in Avengers Tower for this little ditty, ok?

Let’s just say this is very ANTI the current American administration. I wasn’t sure how to tag or not tag that, so please just skip over (and fucking unfollow me) if you agree with what’s going on the Republican Party at the moment. 

And if you’re America, PLEASE VOTE. So much depends on it. 

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Tony and Pepper were curled up on the couch when the commercial came on. Tony snarled, not wanting to sit through another piece of propaganda, when a familiar face came across his screen. He sat up tall, Pepper sitting next to him, jaw on the floor. 

On the screen was Steve, resplendent in his red, white, and blue uniform, directing officers during the battle of New York, while a voice over it called for reform, and a return to the “values” that made America great. It ended with a scene from one of the 1940′s USO propaganda films with Steve and the Commandos, with the call to Make American Great Again. 

“Oh my god,” Pepper muttered as the commercial changed. “Do you think he knows?”

“I-” Before Tony could finish they heard a reverberating crash coming from the floor above them. “He knows.”

They both stood, rushing to the common room where they found Steve, crossing the room in an undershirt, sweatpants, flip flops, and his shield, looking for all the world like he planned on walking to DC. 

“Steve, buddy…”

He didn’t even stop. “No, Tony.”

Tony stepped in front of him. “We can fix this.”

Steve fumed, his words coming out harsh. “I thought I had. There was a whole war to stop this. To stop hate and fascism and racism and camps and I wake up how many damn years later to find out it meant nothing?” He shook his head. “How can they just… without me knowing… and that…” He swung his left hand, punching through the wall to his side. 

“Good thing you’re not a lefty,” Tony muttered. “Look, we start with an injunction. Get them to stop airing the commercial. Pepper’s already getting the lawyers on it…”

Steve pushed past him, towards the elevators. “These people don’t respond to that.”

Tony shuffled sideways to follow him. “And we get you online, right now, right this minute. We can have you posted to every social media website simultaneously saying you are not a part of their campaign.”

Steve hit the button for the elevator. When it didn’t come immediately he hit it five more times. “Fake news, you know. My own declaration will be called fake news.”

“And what’s your plan, huh? You gonna go talk some sense into them?”

The doors opened and Steve stepped into the elevator. “No. I’m going to punch them.”

“Punch them? Congressmen? The whole GOP?”

Tony throws his arm out and stops the doors from closing, slipping into the elevator at Steve’s frustrated look. “I’m just trying to help you out here. Can you at least stop and put on some sensible shoes?”

Steve doesn’t even look away from the display where the numbers are changing as the elevator descends. “Can’t. No time. Nazis to punch.”

Tony shrugs, nodding along. He actually can’t say that he finds Steve’s motivation or plan of action wrong at all. “Well, yeah, there’s that. But those are my flip flops.”

“First shoes I saw.” Steve’s foot is tapping impatiently, the flip flop making a popping noise on the metal floor. “You shouldn’t leave them lying around.”

“Point taken.” He looks down at them then up again. “I guess they’re as good as anything… they’re Gucci.”

The elevator dings and the doors open, Pepper is standing in the lobby on the phone, eyes wide as she sees them. She holds a hand out. “No, I want an injunction in the next hour, I don’t care who you have to wake up.”

Tony stops Steve with a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not really going to walk to…”

“Fifty-first street.” Steve clenches his jaw. “There’s a GOP headquarters on 51st.” He sighs. “I trust you can have a camera crew there by the time I make it, right?”

“Well yeah, buddy but…”

“Little less impactful if I stop to get dressed, isn’t it?”

Pepper steps between them. “They’ll have the injunction and cease and desist delivered within the hour to the headquarters in DC.” She sighs, heavy. “We can put out an official statement or set up an interview on the news tonight.”

Tony pulled out his phone. “I have a better idea. ‘Cap is on his way to the GOP headquarters in NYC right now to let them know what he thinks about fascists that use his image without his permission. Bring your masks and let them know who you support.’ And send… thank you Twitter.”

Steve almost smiled, pulling his mask from his pocket. “You gonna join me, too?”

Tony nodded, sending a text. “As soon as I get the Stark Foundation Mobile Voter’s registration headed that way.”

Steve turned, heading out the doors. 

Pepper watched him go, shaking her head. “Couldn’t convince him to get changed?”

““Can’t. No time. Nazis to punch.”“