#greenthunder

Tony: awe, thats so sweet

Natasha:...*makes a heart waffle for pepper*

Pepper: thank you natasha

Steve:...what the hell?

Rhodey: i think its super soldier competing with each other

Steve: without me!?

Thor: ah, bruce you should join

Bruce: *sighs with a smile mixing chemicals making a smoking heart float out* add this to make hearts come out

Tony and Pepper: Thor wins

Sorry if the second one isn’t centered. Paint SAI glitched and I lost the strong, black shadows so I had to use this save picture instead.

Sam: why?

Tony: team building road trips, duh

Steve: wait you actually listened?!

Tony: -_- yes steve I do listen, I need a big enough bus for all of use. I mean you and rhodey, myself and Bucky, Natasha and Clint because they are twins at this point, Bruce personal space, Sam little hutch area for himself and red wing, Thor will be with Bruce, because Thor is Bruce's personal space too, vision and Wanda has the one of space on the up deck... think of it as a two story rv the length of a limo and the comfort of a house

Steve: oh wow... wait is that why you asked all the routes I took?!

Tony: duh! Steve i dont go outside

Rhodey covered in red and blue lipstick

Sam has one purple lipstick on his cheek

Strange has no lipstick, but he is fiercely red covering his crotch

Loki wearing green smudged lipstick

Thor covered in soft pink with a shimmering of light green and purple lipstick

Steve powder white wings doused in the frigid frost, burning the white into a deep aged blue. The tearing of the wings filled with frozen blue feathers.

Natasha soft red wings bleached and burned away. Nothing but bones twitching lace and silk stitching into feathers.

Clint bright purple wings, full and ready to sore, torn away till there was black pooling under the torn feathers, the missing flights. Till all blended into haze of purple night hues.

Bruce wings bigger than him, but full of feathers, easily to sore high. Brown to lighter shades of cremes. Irradiated green pulse through him, jealousy poisoning him as the vat burned into his wings. Once soft was leathery, confusion of membrane and feathers. Hiding them away.

Loki wings are deep reds to blacks that reflected the heat from the sun. Burning bright and warmth. The push of a curse from a bitter father, wings burned to asunder turned into a frozen snowy waste. Long feathers dragging leaving frost burn trails.

Something, something their humans helping them heal or accept their broken wings.

My choices

Bucky

Rhodey

Pepper

Sam

Thor

Strange