#reallyviolent

@reallyviolent​ sent: “ you know what? you’re on your own. i can’t watch you get yourself killed. ” ( harley )

He wasn’t spinning, he was pretty sure he was laying on the ground. And it was unlikely that the world around him was actually moving in circles. So, head injury. Concussion, probably. He did fall hard. A small groan of pain passed his lips as he tried to sit up, before giving up on that almost immediately and falling back down. Words passed over him without him fully registering them- he had to actually force his brain to make the sounds into a language he could understand. Whoever was speaking, he couldn’t figure out just yet. “No, ‘m not gonna fall asleep. But ev’ry thing is spinning. Eyes are staying closed until that shit stops.”

      “oh, pepper-----

“ And what can I do for you, Miss Potts? “ A moment of peace; a second to spare from the continuous chaos that dwelt inside the Daily Bugle building. He had to admit, he was surprised when a secretary told him the head of Stark Industries was standing outside his office---none other than the illustrious Pepper Potts. 

❛  THIS… is rogers.  ❜  chin up, eyebrows furrowed… he doesn’t know whether to be impressed or, honestly, fucking offended it’s taken her this long to share this detail that ROGERS is actually——

❛  captain goddamn america. rogers, the man you gripe about daily to me, is actually captain america.  ❜  he feels the need to punctuate himself by waving a hand, gesturing to the lumbering brute and pointedly ignoring that impressive glare.