Study as a Fan(human)

adj [ɡlɪb]

marked by ease and informality

showing little forethought or preparation

lacking depth and substance

“How would you describe Stark?” Phil Coulson asks you when you meet for drinks after working with the mentioned hero. “One word.”

“Glib,” you answer, emptying your glass in one gulp.

“Easygoing? Superficial?” you nod.

“Both. He is a nice guy... Maybe. But his pride is... overwhelming.”

“He is the genius.”

“And thinks he is a paragon and utter perfection,” you mumble, as you lean back in the chair and allow yourself to finally relax. You’ve been under stress the whole day, and not having Stark around feels safe and peaceful. “He is ostentatious. And he almost burnt the house down.”

“As long as he is alive, our job is done,” Phil smiles, and you have no idea how he dealt with Tony before - Iron Man is perfectly unbearable.

“Are you some kind of zen master, Coulson?”

verb [dī SPÃR īj] to sneer at

“Why do you disparage me all the time?” you ask Steve, as he keeps looking like you failed all of his dreams and hopes for you.

“I never belittle you,” Steve answers quickly, as if he does not want to talk to you.

“Really? Do you really believe that? Because you sure do criticize me too often for it to be true,” Rogers rubs his forehead and looks at you with a tired smile.

“I simply want you to be better.”

“I get that. But I am already giving it all of my energy!” you often regret asking Captain to mentor you - while he is more than supportive and praising you when you do well on a mission or assignment, there is nothing more painful than the look of utter disappointment in his eyes when you do badly.

“I know. I know,” Steve shakes his head. “I am just worried about how you will do in the world once I let you go on your own.”

“I know you are worried about me. But I am working, I swear. I mean, I am better than I was in the beginning, aren’t I?” he smiles and nods. “Just let me mess up a little.”

“Just do not die.”

“I won’t.”

adj [blīTH] showing a casual and cheerful indifference considered to be callous or improper

“Bruce!” you scream, as the Avengers return to the base, and you see Bruce (by your own definition, an amazing special one and a unique suicidal moron) alive and healthy. Before you think about it, you run towards the ship and wrap your hands around his shoulders. “I was so damn worried.”

“People are watching. You are blithe,” Bruce tells you quietly.

“I am not careless, you idiot. I am worrying too much. About you specifically,” he grins and hugs you back, pulling you so close, you can hear your bones squeak. “After all I can only afford to be unconcerned and carefree when you are home safe. So shut up, doctor.”

“I am sorry, I hate to make you worry,” you hear him mumble, but you don’t really pay attention to his words - he can be rather inarticulate when worried. He smells like the road - a long flight and a forest fight. And like Hulk freaked out, still growling somewhere inside his chest. You always know when the Big Guy is worried - Bruce just gets nervous, his muscles tensing without his knowing, his pupils dilating. You can’t see his pupils though, but you can hear his heartbeat slow down - Hulk is going back to sleep. One more deep breath, and Bruce exhales in the curve of your neck.

adj [pərˈniSHəs] having a harmful effect, especially in a gradual or subtle way

“But why don’t you come with me?” Moriarty is annoying. You never thought you’d say that, but the man is everywhere, and you can’t get rid of him.

“Because you, my psycho, are pernicious!”

“I am not! How? How am I detrimental? Do I hurt your little helpless morals? Am I a destructive force?” he grins. “Define how harmful I am.”

“You are a serial killer, hon,” you sigh and sip your tea. “And a thief.”

“I am also very smart,” you have to agree with that. Silently.

“And annoying. And you keep showing up in my apartment, even though I never gave you a key!” you point at the locked door - he just keeps appearing on your couch, even though you have already have changed the locks. Twice.

“One day you will be grateful I have keys to every door in London,” Jim informs you, and you shake your head.

“I doubt that. But I am afraid of you.”

“Oh, you should not be,” Moriarty shrugs his shoulders. “I would not hurt you.”

“And I should trust you because...?” he stops talking and looks at the floor. “Jim, I just do not trust you. And you are dangerous.”

adj [ˈpoin(y)ənt] evoking a keen sense of sadness or regret

“I hate stake-outs,” you mumble, closing the door of Impala and leaning back in the front seat. Dean grins for the a second, then points at the mountain of junk food next to him.

“It has some good sides.”

“Dad never allowed food on stake-outs,” you explain, and Dean nods. Your father, ever since he allowed you to hunt as well, has been one of the roughest mentors you have ever heard about.

“Dad was a wrong,” Dean says quickly. “And he was pretty messed up.”

“Why did you stay with him?” you know you are about to have an extremely poignant conversation, but you have been wondering that for a very long time. “After me and Sammy left. Why did you stay?”

“Someone had to keep hunting...”

“I hunted. Just not with him.”

“It was my responsibility,” he sighs deeply. “I... He gave me the responsibility, and I was doing it.”

“Good little soldier, Dean Winchester?” he nods. You are not sentimental. Neither one of you. On the surface, at least. No disturbing reminders of your past, no moving conversations. That’s the way John raised you - now you know that he found talking about his dead wife so painful, he avoided it. Together with the idea of being a parent and taking care of his three kids.

“Yes, Y/N. Good little soldier.”

“Hey, you did grow up into a good person,” you note. “He would not be proud of you, and I am happy about that.”

“He would not be proud of either one of us,” you grin synchronically - the same twist of the lips, glancing at each other.

noun [PÅ rə gahn] model of perfection

“Come on, Rem, you are a pure paragon!” you exclaim, tired of Remus saying he is not good enough to marry Tonks. “Not an ostentatious Black, not selfish Malfoy...”

“I am a bloody werewolf, Y/N!”

“You are one of the sweetest people I have ever met, so no. You are an ideal for any man alive,” you take another look at his suit - the one you stole from Black to make sure Remus has something to get married in. “And she is amazing.”

“Yes... Yes, that she is,” Remus suddenly smiles, all worries disappearing from his face. Who knew her single name could calm him down?

“She is happy, you know,” you add. “She is so happy she gets to marry you.”

“Really?” you nod.

“She says you are an exemplar of a boyfriend. And, no doubt, a husband. I mean, look at you... All clean and adorably messed up,” you chuckle. “Just go there and marry her, won’t you?” he nods slowly, as Tonks approaches you from behind and smiles softly.

“Ready to go?” Remus takes her hand and leads the way, looking surprisingly confident for a man that just almost ran away.

adj [ō vərt] not hidden from view; out in the open

“I just you’d be overt with me for once,” you sigh, as Loki smiles at you.

“I am absolutely unconcealed,” he stands up, throwing his hands apart. Actor’s talent lost in politics. “Read me, I am an open book.”

“Such a child. Loki, it is obvious that you are hiding something. And given that you got us locked in the same cell... What is it?”

“What got us locked here? The fact that you were asked to look after me but failed, and I almost escaped,” he chuckles. “I almost got away.”

“No, why am I here, Loki? I know you asked Odin to put me with you... For human company?”

“Indeed. And I am being completely undisguised right now,” he sits down on the floor. “I just miss human presence.”

“Fine, keep hiding. I know there is some other reason. But, if you think I will help you run away, you are gravely mistaken,” you state coldly, and Loki laughs.

“Oh no, I intend to spend a very long time with you here.”

“Should I be scared?”

“No, why would you be? I would never cause you any harm... Not knowingly, at least,” he adds quietly. “I didn’t know Odin would treat you this way for losing me.”

“How would he treat me? Say it is okay, failing your job is normal? Of course he would punish me!” you chuckle.

adj [ahs tən TĀ shəs] trying to attract attention

Sherlock was ostentatious to the point of (your) boiling. He was everywhere, pretentious, demonstrating his extraordinary brains in every way possible. Greg warned you against letting Sherlock run free, but you never anticipated that he would be so showy about it.

“You seem to be tired. Get yourself some coffee, but not the work one - you hate it,” he drops by you for a second just to run off a moment later. John sits down next to you and smiles apologetically.

“How does it feel to be an owner of an over-excited puppy?” you ask him, and John chuckles.

“Over-excited about murder, if I may add. Well,” he leans back. “It feels good to see his so happy. At home he looks like a lost poodle. I didn’t know you transferred to Scotland Yard.”

“Yeah, I had a rather flamboyant partner. Oh, the irony! It must be fate.”

“Greg should be back soon, do not worry,” you shake your head.

adj [AHB də rət] stubbornly persistent in resistent persuasion

“You are strangely obdurate,” you notice, when Lucifer appears in your room, trying to convince you to join his army. “Why so stubborn?”

“I just think you will make an amazing soldier,” he informs you, and you chuckle - in the pajamas, sleepy and soft, you look nothing like a soldier. Unlike Sammy who could kill anything in his sleep, you look more like a fluffy teddy bear.

“Satan, what do you want, love?” you yawn and pull the blanket higher, already falling asleep.

“Well, you, of course,” you almost choke on your air. “And I am extremely obstinate.”

“Yeah, I have noticed that,” you shake your head, then sigh. “Fine, just sit there, tell me about your evil plan, alright?” he nods quickly and sits next to you on the bed.

“So, I have to find God, my dad, to make sure he pays for what he did to me,” his voice is surprisingly soft, so you are not really surprised by the fact that your eyes start closing, and his plaid-covered shoulder serves as a pillow - good and soft pillow. At some point, you hear the voice stop talking about his plans for revenge, but the shoulder does not go anywhere, letting you slip deeper into the dreams, as Lucifer strokes your hair and murmurs something under his breath.

“Keep talking,” you whisper. “I am all ears.”

adj [ˈger-ish] tastelessly showy

“Boy, you are so garish,” you laugh, as Tony walks in the living room, walking like a reincarnation of some angel, condescending to the dirty and unworthy people. “What did you do today to be so flashy and glittering?”

“I am not vulgar, Y/N. I just saved the day, and you better see it,” Tony rolls his eyes, as Hawkeye turns to him and raises an eyebrow.

adj [ˈre-tə-sənt] inclined to be silent or uncommunicative in speech

“You seem to be reticent today,” Bruce comments, as you are taking the lunch break after the hours in the lab.

“I am not quiet.”

“Of course not,” he chuckles. “Bashful, secretive... What are you hiding?”

“Nothing?”

“Is it about that college that offered you free tuition starting next academic year if you go there?” you look at the floor.

“How do you know about it?”

“They did email your mentor as well, girl,” Bruce gives you a soft smile. “It is a very good school.”

“It is,” you nod.

“So why so hesitant? Don’t you want to go to an actual school and get real education, not just spend your days with a grumpy Hulk?”

“But... It is home here, Bruce. With Tony just barging in every day, Steve not understanding how all those chemicals end up saving our lives. I can’t imagine leaving.”

“What about coming back as a legal replacement for me?” Bruce offers you. “Trust me, there is no one I would rather have here than you. So you could go and get your degree, then just just come back here. And work with me again.”

“I could do that?”

So, I took the SAT. Didn’t fail, did quite well (probably thanks to this blog), so I decided to continue writing those short things. Not only SAT words though - I may throw in some words of higher level, so keep reading. New vocab is good for your brain, so study vocabulary, guys.

to say or do something in a very complicated way when it could be very simple

“I guess, in the current flow of the events, I would not say that your existence makes me destroy the very human race, but my feelings are strong enough to destroy it if you behave the same way as you do because it really makes me want to kill you for doing something so stupid and threatening your life. Because that would cause great disturbance in the way my daily routines exist, and I like my life peaceful and without any changes in the people I choose to have around me,” Loki finally stops talking and stops putting the bandaids on your torn apart shoulder.

“Man, you really like to go all around the houses, don’t you?” you sigh and lean back on the pillows, filling how the tormenting you pain slowly steps away. Loki looks at you with some kind of pity, but you can’t really call it pity, as it’s more analytical. As if he is considering cutting you for his experiments. “Thanks.”

“Why did you jump out there if you knew that that creature will tear you apart?” he asks finally, and you sigh again.

“I couldn’t just let it eat you alive, could I?” you look a the white bandaid. “We’re both alive now, so what else can I want?”

“You are absolutely stupid!”

“And you just gave me an hour long speech that was barely understandable, while you could just simply say that you care about my well-being,” you mumble.

“But you did understand it.”

“Well, I was distracting myself from the pain,” you snap, and Loki grins. “What?”

“You care about me as well. And you, too, couldn’t just tell me about it,” you nod slowly.

“We are two idiots that care about each other but won’t say it,” he shrugs his shoulders. “At least, we’re both alive, that is a bonus.”

“That is your stupidity.”

noun (īn(t) sə LĀ rə tē) narrow provincial point of view

“I hope you do not mean that we are not worthy simply because we are Midgardians, do you?” you ask Thor one day after he (once again) proclaims that you all are not worthy of picking up his hammer. Thor makes a weird humming sound, and you sigh. “Come on, your insularity is not even cute any more!”

“And how is that narrow-minded?” Loki (who was for once let out of his cage to see his brother) interrupts you.

“You think you are superior to us simply because you are coming from another world, but I, for some weird reason, do not see you an morally and ethically superior beings. You are even worse - still believing in superiority of strength instead of mental powers.”

“That was a good one,” Clint chuckles. “When I first saw Thor, he was absolutely broken down because he lost his strength. What are you without this power? Look at Vision,” you all turn to the man. “He is more than his powers. So is Cap. So is Bruce. I don’t even talk about Stark, his power is his own brain. And stubborn arrogance, but that is a bonus,” you grin, appreciating both the support and the ‘attack’ on Tony.

“You are right,” Thor nods suddenly. “We are not superior.”

“We are just gods,” Loki shrugs his shoulders and turns away, as if concluding the conversation.

verb (íg ZAWLT) to raise in rank or dignity

“Hey Cap?” you approach Steve, cursing yourself for ever getting in a bet with Tony. You should have known that it won’t end well.

“Y/N?”

“I’ve been thinking... You’ve been a captain for more than half a century, right?” he nods slowly, starting to frown. “Why won’t they exalt you?”

“And to what rank should I be raised to?” he asks so calmly, you can feel the death coming your way. Long and painful death.

“I don’t know... A general?” you murmur.

“You lost a bet, didn’t you?” Steve asks softly, and you nod quickly. “Tony?” you nod again. “And now you are afraid I will get mad?” you nod even fatser. “Well, don’t be,” he leans in to whisper in your ear. “But I would be if I were Tony. See you at the dinner, child.”

“Tell Tony I am sorry!”

adjective (í RŌ nē əs) containing a mistake

“Thor, how many times should I say that hugging in our world is not same as engaging in a romantic relationship?” you keep asking Thor long after he saw you hug Steve after a dangerous mission. And got jealous. “Your whole understanding of this was erroneous!”

“And how was it wrong?” he turns to you, almost shining aggression, so you fight a wish to just step back away from the angered god.

“You are simply mistaken, Thor,” Tony gets in the argument, even though you know how insecure he feels around the god. Especially when he is that furious. “Y/N here... We are one big family. And Capsicle just got home from a mission that could very possibly be the death of him. She hugged a brother that got home.”

“I will not appreciate being fooled with,” Thor informs you quietly, and you both nod quickly.

“No one is fooling with you, Thor,” you promise. “I was just very worried about Steve’s stupid ass.”

“Fine. My jealousy was wrong. I apologize.”

“Hey,” you smile. “No problem. Just chill with the emotions, I would be cheating on you.”