#reactored

[ SMS » ROGERS ]: If you think for one goddamn minute I’m going to let you strong arm your personal opinions over my contingency protocols, you’ve got another thing coming. You might be the leader of this team, but you’re not the damn messiah, Steve.

send i love you.status: not accepting

you’re so captivated by the way audrey hepburn strums the guitar that you fail to notice how long he’s been staring at you. there’s a crinkle in your eye and a soft smile on your face as your lips synchronize to the lyrics of moon river even though no sound comes out of your mouth. you  s i g h softly when the song comes to an end and your posture slackens as your body starts to lean back into him again.

that’s when you hear it.

suddenly, your breath feels like it’s caught in your lungs. the words come out of nowhere and it’s so unexpected that for a split of a second, you’re convinced you must’ve ( imagined ) it. but you turn your head to face him and he’s looking at you the way paul was looking at holly just now – like you’re something to be CHERISHED and you can’t help but be  s t u n n e d beyond belief because your heart has been ( used and betrayed ) so many times before that you’d forgotten it’s possible for everything to be this EASY.

you don’t stop to think about how happy you’ve been since he entered your world and turned it upside down in the most exhilarating way possible, or the way he still makes your stomach  f l u t t e r with just a single smile. you don’t think about how he constantly makes you feel STRONG and EXTRAORDINARY that you can’t help but believe you are everything beautiful that he sees in you, and you don’t think about all those nights you spent wrapped in his arms thinking about how you’ve never felt so  v u l n e r a b l e  yet so ( SAFE ) at the same time. you don’t stop to think about anything else, because you don’t have to think of all the reasons why you should be unafraid. you’ve never been more SURE about anything or anyone in your entire life.

your fingertips are light and gentle on his cheek and despite the wide grin that you’re wearing, the gravity of his words are not lost on you. you reach for his hand and hold him tightly, as if you’re making him a promise you have every intention of keeping and you look at him like you’re the luckiest girl in the world, like he is  e v e r y t h i n g  because you are, and he is.

( ★ ) ; texts meme prompt.

( A MORNING TEXT. NO POWERS )

[ SMS » TONY ]: Good morning. I’m sorry I had work, but I left coffee in the kitchen.                                Can I come over again tonight?

( A TEXT THAT WASN’T SENT. CIVIL WAR )

[ SMS » TONY ]: I miss you so much I can’t breathe.

( A DRUNK TEXT. COLLEGE ) 

[ SMS » TONY ]: I wanna kiss you again. [ SMS » TONY ]:Can I? [ SMS » TONY ]:Just a little?[ SMS » TONY ]:Doesn’t even have to be on the lips. 

( A SUGGESTIVE TEXT. NO POWERS ) 

[ SMS » TONY ]: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and                                 will be held against you.

( A LATE NIGHT TEXT. NORMAL )

[ SMS » TONY ]: Are you still awake?[ SMS » TONY ]: Put your toys down for a few hours and get your ass to bed.

( A HATEFUL TEXT. CIVIL WAR )

[ SMS » TONY ]: You’re the most self-centered person I’ve ever met and you haven’t                                changed at all. 

( A RANDOM TEXT. NORMAL )

[ SMS » TONY ]: There’s a guy at Starbucks with a tattoo of Iron Man on his arm.                                Should I ask who his artist is?

( A SCARED TEXT. CIVIL WAR )

[ SMS » TONY ]: Is this it for us? Is it over?

( A LOVING TEXT. NORMAL )

[ SMS » TONY ]: I adore you.[ SMS » TONY ]: I hope you haven’t forgotten.

( A CURIOUS TEXT. COLLEGE )

[ SMS » TONY ]: How did you do on that exam?[ SMS » TONY ]: Did your extensive study of the bikini aid you at all? 

( AN EXCITED TEXT. COLLEGE )

[ SMS » TONY ]: My best friend’s coming to town. I can’t wait for you to meet him. Is it                                alright if he stays with us for a week or two?

( A NOT SO ACCIDENTAL TEXT. ANY VERSE HONESTLY )

[ SMS » TONY ]: Please just fuck each other and get it over with. I can’t take the tension.[ SMS » TONY ]: Uh... excuse Natasha. Please. 

( A HEARTBREAKING TEXT. CIVIL WAR )

( ★ ) ; things you said meme prompt.

             He’s sat across from Steve,   drinking a coffee and flicking through news              reports on a tablet.    If he notices Steve staring, he doesn’t say anything.              His stubble is thick,  blending into his usual facial hair and darkening his              jaw. He’ll groom it later, when they’re both fully awake, but Steve prefers              it this way;            the evidence of a night spent curled around each other              written like a reminder in the softly dishevelled state of him.             Steve              presses his fork into some bacon  and brings it to his mouth and it’s then              that Tony looks over at him.   The blond’s lips stretch into a smile around              his mouthful  and  Tony’s  eyes  sharpen  with something  that  could  be              surprise, before they soften.       He doesn’t smile back, but Steve sees it              there,            in the way his lips purse against his coffee mug as he takes              another slow sip. 

❝ ——– I could get used to this, ❞

     ☾: reactored

Superheroes really should get paid for their hard work. That was the conclusion Cindy came up with, digging her fist into a Hydra tentacle robot as the final blow (which, by the way, eww). Most of the villains weren't that threatening, let alone smart. It was tedious dealing with them, hearing their bluffs and grand world domination plan. If she wasn't getting paid for taking pictures of herself fighting them, she would've quitted being a superhero long ago.

When she was done gathering the broken pieces of the robot and wrapped it neatly with her web, she saw a red and gold figure flying toward her. It was Iron Man, the famous Tony Stark approaching her. When he got close enough to hear her, she saluted at him.