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Clint in the vents and that’s his whole personality because he wasn’t fleshed out in the movies → Ava in the walls and that’s her whole personality because she wasn’t fleshed out in the movies

Thor eating poptarts and overusing proper words because English isn’t his first language and he’s the comedic relief → Alexei eating Wheaties and overusing proper words because English isn’t his first language and he’s the comedic relief

Natasha pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because fanon decided she’s just silly like that → Yelena pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because canon decided she’s just silly like that

Bruce being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a bad day → Bob being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a sad day

Steve being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the LAST person on board with this → Bucky being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the last person on board with this

In Bruce's estimation, Iron Man was rapidly transitioning from strategic asset to unacceptable liability. Tony was loose end with a drinking problem and a god complex, playing defense contractor in open airspace with all the subtlety of a meteor strike.

And they wouldn’t let that stand. Not for much longer.

There was a personal sting in it, too. Tony, for all his reckless brilliance, had (so far) somehow managed to evade the more intimately upsetting layers of institutional vendetta. Maybe it was the charm, or the PR team, or the money (likely a bit of all three). Tony didn’t seem to need to operate within the system—he was a system, complete with its own rules of engagement.

Bruce hadn’t even been offered legal representation when he’d first come to, groggy and concussed, in a reinforced containment cell. No statement, no rights, no Miranda, just a battery of tests, a dozen loaded rifles, and enough surveillance to make Orwell choke. But they’d fucked that one up spectacularly. They hadn’t understood the underlying biology. Back then, they’d still thought the Other Guy was a switch you could simply flip off.

Well, they knew better now.

The same public that cheered for Iron Man wouldn’t cross the street to stop Bruce Banner from bleeding out. To them, Tony was a libertarian fever dream with a glowing reactor core. Bruce was the monster under the bed, a thing that could be used to scare kids into behaving.

At the end of the day, Tony could take off the suit, hang it up, pour himself a scotch, and be a genius billionaire philanthropist again by morning. Iron Man was a costume—a brilliant, terrifying, technological marvel of a costume—but a costume nonetheless.

Tony Stark turns his back on SHIELD during the events of Iron Man 2, no longer interested in playing by anyone’s rules but his own.

In this universe, Civil War is not about government oversight or accountability. It’s about the danger of a single man deciding the fate of the world.

How far can Tony push it?

And how far will anyone go to stop the rise of Superior Iron Man?

Natasha’s gaze flicked to the screen, where Tony Stark was basking in the attention of his rabidly adoring—or equally loathing—public. The kind of audience he seemed to polarize. So, nothing unusual there. Men with more money than sense and egos large enough to eclipse their morality were a dime a dozen in Natasha’s world.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to sleep with him.

Trapped in a Chitauri-infested New York, the Avengers must fight for their lives. With the grid down and no help coming, the city quickly turns into a boiling pot of violence and destruction.

While a gravely injured Tony battles with the consequences of his free-fall from space, Natasha tries to escape through Manhattan’s underground. In Queens, Peter Parker finds out what it means to lose everything in an instant while Kate Bishop watches her life crumble in front of her eyes as aliens lay waste to her home.

we all know it’s trash

but it’s still trash i’m going to shovel into my mouth like i’m eating nutella right out of the jar

Also Yennefer: *continues to be the most badass fucking person imaginable*

“ In my world, women were stronger so nature made them bear children.”