Drunk In Love - Steve Rogers

The Suck-Kovian Accords

I can’t seem to put Civil War out of my mind so I had to type out this quick one shot. Imagine your dating Steve, when the Sokovian Accords are announced. You don’t know if he is right by not signing and you’re not sure if you agree with your father, Tony Stark either. Just a quick, spoiler free Civil War imagine! :D (And yes Sokovian is spelled wrong in the title on purpose.)

It was late at night, most of the Avengers had retired to their rooms, but you couldn’t sleep. The Secretary of Defense had left the compound hours ago and yet the videos he’d played for the team were still flashing through your mind’s eye. Your thoughts turned to Sokovia. You had seen so much destruction in the name of justice. Wanda had even lost her brother. To make matters worst the Scarlet Witch still felt guilty for the most recent incident with Crossbone.

There was certainly enough evidence for the UN, and Tony, to convince the team to sign the Sokovian Accords. Still, there was this feeling you couldn’t shake. Maybe there was some validity to Steve’s side of things too. Civilians didn’t understand the types of difficult choices that faced masks like the Avengers everyday. Was it really the right choice putting so much trust in a suit and tie who could barely comprehend the gravity of their power? There was clearly no correct answer you decided as you drained your coffee cup down to its bottom. 

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Soldiers || Part 18/? || Steve Rogers /Reader

Summary:You, Steve and Natasha reach your old military base on New Jersey and someone from your past returns

Genre: Angst, Some fluff

Fandom: Captain America, Marvel

Disclaimer: Why do I even put a Disclaimer if say the same things??

A/N: Oh god I have a test in Ancient Greek tommorow.. Wish me luck…

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You were outside of the base while memories of you, Steve, Bucky, Peggy and Howard came to your mind. How you and Steve used to run before the serum and colonel Philips screaming at you both for being late. Steve had the same thoughts too. But he didn’t think of chester yelling, but you. How every time you were sparkling and looked beautiful, your kindness and heart of gold. That’s the woman he fell for. And now, she’s his. Natasha didn’t know what to say. Seeing your faces was enough for her to understand what you were feeling right now.

“Wait, that building. Steve, I think it’s not in the right place..” He nodded and broke the lock pushing the door open. Many old computers were there. In the wall hung pictures of your friends in the army. You moved next to a library that seemed weird to all of you. “If you’re already in a secret base, why do you hide the elevator?” He said and you helped him push open the leaves of the library.

The secret floor had some some computers. The same as the others from upstairs but bigger. In the middle, next to the bigger computer, a new-technology usb port made Natasha get more interested. She plugged the flash drive into the port. The screen turned on and it wrote a message “Initiate system?”

“Yes” Natasha typed. The camera started moving and analyzing your faces. It stopped at Steve.

“Steven Grant Rogers, born 1918. Y/N Barnes, born 1918. Natalia Romanoff, born 1984.” The man in the computer had a very familiar voice.

“Zola.” You and Steve exchanged a look.

“You know that thing?”

“Before Captain Rogers and future mrs. Rogers here didn’t send me to jail I was a human like you madam. In 1972 I got diagnosed and science couldn’t save my body but, my mind was worth saving under two hundred thousand feet of data banks. And now, you’re standing on my brain. ” The machine said and the picture of Arnim Zola appeared.

“What the-?” You said and looked to the ground taking some steps closer to Steve. “But, HYDRA died with the red skull. How can it be possible to exist?”

“Cut off one head two more shall take it’s place” Steve rolled his eyes at the usual Hydra’s moto.

“Prove it” Natasha commanded and he showed a display of the redskull, some battles of the hollowing commandos, Captain America and you, Mrs. America. Then it showed SHIELD’s beginning. He showed how HYDRA killed Howard and Maria Stark and made it to look like a car accident.

“We won, Captain Rogers and Barnes, your deaths amounts to the same as your life. Zero sums.“ Steve clenched his fist and punched the screen

“What does the flash drive contains?” Natasha questioned your old enemy.

“Project insight requirs insight so I wrote an algorithm. “

” What does it do?“

“Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.” The doors behind you started closing and you threw your shield but it didn’t close.

“Guys, a missile is on the way..” Natasha said.

“Who fired it?”

“Shield” You had only thirty seconds. Steve grabbed you by your waist and pulled the three of you in a hole, using your shields to protect the three of you. You were screaming from the pain and soon enough, everything around you turned black. Steve got away the heavy rocks from you and Natasha and pulled you to the surface.

“Y/N?Baby, are you alright?” You slowly opened your eyes. “Oh my god I was so scared.” You could see the worry in his eyes.

“I’m fine… Did you got hurt? Natasha?” He nodded and picked Natasha up.

“She is breathing luckily. We have to find a safe place..” As you made sure that noone else was there you walked to the woods.

“I don’t get it? What did Zola meant with that algorithm?”

“I’m not sure, I guess we’ll find out. You sure that you’re alright? Babe you look a bit pale..”

“I’m fine, Stevie. Don’t worry about me.” The truth is, you were scared. Not scared about getting yourself hurt or anything.. You were scared what if Steve or Natasha could get hurt or you can’t save the earth again. But also, you were worried about something else.. Something inside of you.. “I’m not in fire, so yeah. I’m fine.” He smiled to you kissed your cheek. Natasha started opening her eyes. “Hey sleeping beauty. Are you ok?” She nodded and stood on her feet.

“Where are we going?”

“At a friend’s” Five minutes later the three of you reached an apartment not far from the city center. Steve knocked the door and that guy that Steve was chatting with when he was jogging opened the door. “We’re sorry we just needed a place. Everybody is trying to kill us.”

“Not everyone” Sam said and offered you to come in. His house wasn’t big enough. He had a small living room detached with the cuisine and two small bedrooms. Each one had it’s own bathroom. It was a joyful place though. The windows were big enough and plenty of light was entering the home and made you feel warmth. After you showered you moved to the kitchen and sat next to Steve.

“We’re sorry if we’re disturbing you Sam, but shield is after us.” You said with an apologetic and sad look on your face but Sam smiled at you to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, It’s nice I have Captain America, Mrs. America and Black Widow in my apartment. It’ll be my pleasure to help you guys.” You gave him a side-smile. “But seriously now, what happened with them?”

“Hydra was growing into SHIELD this hole years. They killed Nick Fury and they are hunting us. You said you were a pilot right?“

“Well not exactly..” He handed Steve a folder with some pictures and articles. Sam Wilson wasn’t a simple pilot. He had a suit with wings. The name was Falcon.

“We can’t ask you to do that..”

“Dude, Mrs and Captain America wants my help I’d be more than happy to help them “ He smiled and the four of you headed out to the door.

Flash foward to the bridge’s incidents

You were in the backseats next to Sitwell. You were moving him to a secret location so he can tell you more about Hydra. Sam was driving and Steve was next to him, sometimes turning his head to you, to see if you’re alright. You nearly screamed when an arm, metal arm popped into the car, dragging Sitwell out and throwing him off the bridge. Natasha grabbed her gun and shooted. The winter soldier stole Sam’s steering wheel and he lost car’s control.

You grabbed Natasha and kicked the door with your shield dragging her out with you. Steve did the same with Sam. Three black cars appeared and Hydra men came out. The winter soldier shot a rocket and Steve pushed you so it could hit his shield. He fell of the bridge. You stopped time to kill some of the men but it was late to take the winter soldier down. He came towards you and you kicked his knee, and backflipped so he couldn’t get any closer. You fought some minutes before he kicked and punched you causing to fell off the bridge too, causing you to fell with your back. “Shit” you mumbled as you noticed the pool of blood around you. With all your strength you stood up and grabbed the black Thompson gun next to the dead agent. You fired and killed the man that tried to shoot at Steve. He ran to you when he noticed the pool of blood which matched your back.

“Y/N! Are you alright baby? Please tell me that you’re alright.” You shook your head and he gave you a quick hug. “Thank God.” You wanted that moment to last longer but you noticed Nat fighting with the winter soldier, but getting shot. He was ready to kill her but you and Steve joined the fight before he could.

After some minutes of constantly punching, kicking Steve threw a kick on his face causing the mask to slip. The man stood there looking at you. You looked at him in shock, not beliving who he was. “Bucky?” Steve asked but he remained silent for some seconds.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” Bucky said and Sam caused an explosion which Bucky found a good feint and left. You looked at the ground. Brock Rumlow and his team came, pointing guns at all of you.

“Fell on your knees, hands up!” He screamed as his men pushed the gun on your temple. “Not here!” He yell when he saw the helicopter on the sky. They locked you, Steve, Natasha and Sam to the back of one of their cells with two Hydra agents to look after you.

“It’s all my fault..” You whispered as hot tears fell down your face. “I couldn’t save him and they did that to him.”

“Sweetheart it’s not your fault. We talked about this many times before. So please don’t blame yourself for something you’re not culpable of.“ You shook your head.

“Y/N, I wasn’t there when he fell, but I know that’s not your fault.” Natasha tried to reassure you but then you noted the blood on her shoulder.

“She needs some medic care. She lost much blood, she will die in here if we don’t do anything.” The agent on the door pulled two electrical sticks of her suit. She sticked them to the man next to her and kicked him at his face.

“This thing was squeezing my brain..” Maria said as she pulled the helmet out. “Who the hell is this guy?”

Peace in the Rain

Prompt - I saw this and found myself picturing T’Challa in the rain. So this is a little drabble where you are comforting T’Challa in the rain for my T’Challa feels. (630 Wds)

Pairing - T’Challa x Reader

Warnings - None

The sky looms above you, angry and weeping, it’s thick fat tears decorating your skin and seeping into your clothes. He stands at the edge of the balcony, looking over the waterfall. Walking up behind him, you wrap yourself around his bare waist, the hard ridges of his muscles are slick with the rain. He clasps a hand over yours, squeezing gently. 

“You are getting wet, my love”. His rich, smoky voice pulling a shiver from you. 

“So will you, Your Highness.” You smirk against his back at that, knowing he is likely doing the same. In truth you were one of the few people who did not treat him like a King, but like his own man. Granted you worshipped him, but in a whole different way to his subjugates. 

He turns in your arms, one arm slipping around your shoulders and the other cupping your face, his long fingers disappearing into your hairline. His eyes are heavy with emotion as they land on yours. You didn’t often find him like this, but when you did you knew it was best to let him talk to you on his own terms. He was duty-heavy and it ensured his own emotions were locked up tight, stored away until they bubbled up in moments like these. He sighed, deep and weary. 

“I almost killed an innocent man.” His voice catches slightly at the end and the small sound alone sends a wave of pain to your own heart. 

“Chal, you didn’t know he was innocent. Besides, you already righted that wrong. Bucky is healthy and safe, thanks to you.” You raise your hand to cover his, and very softly add “And you didn’t kill Zemo." 

"My father would be disappointed in my behaviour. I did not honor our ways.”

“Baby, hey. You were blind with grief. He would understand. And he’d be proud of every single thing you’ve done since Siberia." 

You turn and place a soft kiss to the palm of his hand. 

 “Your father was a good man T’Challa. To his core. The only thing that he would be disappointed in is that you haven’t forgiven yourself yet. Your hate did not consume you, you let it go. You did the right thing. So please, forgive yourself, learn from it, because it is going to eat you alive.” 

He stares at you, lost for words for once. You watch, and wait, hoping this time will be the time it sticks. Your words resonate with him, and you see the change in his face when they do. 

“You are right my love, as always. What would I do without you? Hmm?” He pulls you tight against him, hand cupping the back of your head as he lays a delicate kiss on the top of your head. 

You tip your head back to look at his face, inspecting it for any traces of lingering guilt or self doubt. He takes the opportunity to lean in for a kiss. Your mouths meet unhurried, tongues dancing a perfect symphony of love and hope. You pour everything you have into it, every single ounce of love you have for him and he does the same. The raindrops run heavy down your face and it feels like they are cleansing your soul. You break the kiss to gulp down air, the smile dancing across your face is mirrored in T’Challa’s.

“What were you doing out here anyway?” You’re genuinely curious as you take deep shuddering breaths. 

“I find peace in the rain.” You smirk a little at the roughness of his voice is, clearly not unaffected by that searing kiss.

“I thought cats didn’t like the rain?” He laughs a deep booming laugh that makes your heart leap and stutter, before scooping you up.

“You are trouble. But you are my trouble.”

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New Interview: #HayleyAtwell at Baltimore Comic Con 2016

ABC2: Were you a comic book fan growing up?

Atwell: I had no idea what a comic book was until I was in late teens, and that was kind of helpful because it meant that I hadn’t put any added pressure on myself to try and live up to something. There wasn’t much about Peggy Carter that we discovered in the comics that I couldn’t create myself, and I felt that that was easier than having to live up to something that was so loved. You’re immediately at such a higher place to fall from if the world already has a preconception of what your character should be.

ABC2: There’s a group currently petitioning to have Agent Carter revived on ABC. How does it feel having such a strong fan base committed to your work?

Atwell: I set out to do work that I enjoy and that interests me, and then having a group of people who support that—even when you’re going in a different direction—they’re still saying, come join this body again. That’s really lovely. To think that Peggy’s taken off with people and that she’s someone lots of people relate to or want to see more of. I’m definitely a part of that gang.

ABC2: What does it mean for you to participate in comic book gatherings, and see your fans face-to-face?

Atwell: These conventions give me an opportunity to actually interact with the fans and see who’s been staring at me from the comfort of their own homes for so many years. Just to be able to hear the impact that the character and the show had in their lives, it’s really humbling and very moving. Especially young girls and boys who see Peggy as a force for good, and that inspires them. A lot of people have quotes of “I know my value, anyone else’s opinion doesn’t really matter,” that’s become her catchphrase, and seeing people with tattoos or pieces of jewelry with it engraved extends it far beyond just me as an actor turning up to do my job every day. This is a very humbling wake up to realizing that some people have really taken her into her hearts, and that’s a wonderful thing.

ABC2: What are you most looking forward to at Baltimore Comic-Con?

Atwell: I’d love to see some people dressed as Peggy Carter. There have been some men in the past at conventions dressed as Peggy Carter, and I’ve been very jealous because they look better in a skirt than I do. To see that she still lives in other people’s worlds, it makes me have hope that she might come back some day.

ABC2: Do you have a dream superpower?

Atwell: Yes. The ability to eat what I want without consequence.

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Out Of The Shadows

Original request from a lovely anon:  Could you write a Matt MurdockXReader where they knew each other since they were young and when Matt gets blinded she was there for him and such. But when he left for Law School she stayed and she trained and turned into “Shadow” and she tries to protect Hells Kitchen and when Matt comes back they meet up as regular friends, each not knowing the other’s identity. They then meet up and they recognize their voices and idk. You can change it up if you would like. (Thank you)

A/N: I did end up changing it up a little bit, and I hope that’s alright! This was super interesting for me to write, so thank you for sending in the request!

Pairing: Matt MurdockxReader

Word Count: 2410

Warnings: Mild language, other than that, nothing

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“So, law school, huh?”

“Yeah…” His hand on my bicep tightens.

“You don’t sound too pleased about it, Matty.” I say. “What’s eating you?”

“I’m just a little apprehensive about leaving Hell’s Kitchen, that’s all.” He shrugs lightly.

“Oh come on, you’ve been wanting to get out since before you were blinded.” A few onlookers gasp at my insensitive words, but Matt just chuckles. He hates it when people tiptoe around him, so I don’t. “You should be celebrating your escape.” I pause and turn to face him, gently grabbing his shoulders and shaking him lightly. “You’re finally escaping hell. Literally.”

“I guess you’re right.” He says, chuckling lightly.

“Besides,” I say, once again leading him down the walkway. “Without me to cling onto, you’re definitely gonna get a ton of ass.”

“(Y/N)!” He cries.

“What? It’s true, Matt! Girls love guys like you.”

“Guys like me?” He questions, the smirk on his face evident in the tone of his voice. “You mean blind guys?”

“Yes!”

“Yes? What do you mean yes?”

“What I mean is that girls like funny, kind, sweet, smart, talented and handsome blind guys, such as yourself.” I explain. “And without me by your side, all of them are bound to flock to you like they’re bees and you are a gorgeous blind flower with the best pollen around.”

“Are you saying you were the reason I got zero dates in high school?”

“Oh please, the way I lead you around most people thought we were dating.” I roll my eyes at him. “At any given time I had a girl come up to me tell me how lucky I was to be in a relationship with you. We were a truly heart breaking couple you and I, Matt. What a shame it had to come to an end.”

“Oh? And how did “we” end exactly?” I can tell without looking at him that he’s trying to hold back his laughter.

“Oh it was simply tragic.” I say my voice dripping with sarcasm. “It was the middle of the summer after we graduated. The air was hot, but our hearts were cold. We couldn’t handle the pressure of being so perfect anymore! And so we parted ways, never to be lovers again.”

“That sounds like one of those terrible straight to video movies your mom likes to watch.” He snorts loudly before bursting out into laughter.

“How do you think I came up with it, dude?” I manage to say before laughing with him. Soon enough we come to a stop in front of Matt’s apartment building. “Well, this is your stop.”

“Could you walk me up?” He asks.

“I know you can manage it.” I say, rolling my eyes. “You may be blind, but it’s not like you can’t see.”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“I thought you had said-”

“I didn’t say anything.” I say cutting him off. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs.”

-Fast forward 7 years-

I’m asleep and the phone rings. I look at the alarm clock, and it’s nearly 8:30. Who in heaven’s name is calling me? It’s Saturday. I have the day off. No one should be calling me. Regardless of this person’s wrongdoings, I pick up my cellphone and answer the call.

“Hello?” I answer, the word coming out in a groan.

Are you seriously still in bed? A familiar voice says on the other end of the line.

“Shut the fuck up, Murdock, not all of us have a human alarm clock.” I grumble, slowly sitting up in bed, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.

Hey, Foggy is my best friend. He counters.

“Oh? What does that make me, Matty, chopped liver?” He just laughs in response.

If the shoe fits.

“You know, I would beat you senseless if you weren’t blind.”

Good thing I can’t see shit then, isn’t it? He asks, sounding like he’s ready to laugh again.

“Yeah,” I answer. “For you.”

We still on for coffee?

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I unwillingly peel the covers away from my body and get out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom to get washed up.

We’re meeting at th-

“Yeah, I know, the cathedral,” I interrupt. “Really, Matt. I can remember stuff. It’s you I’m worried about.”

Don’t be, (Y/N). I know this city like the back of my hand.

“The thing is, you’ve probably gotten a new freckle or mole or something since the last time you saw it.” I say, starting the water for a shower. “Just don’t get lost, okay? I don’t know if I’ll be able to find you this time.”

I’m not going to get lost. I’m not fifteen anymore.

“Sure you’re not.” I chuckle. “I’ll meet you there in an hour, okay?”

Alright, see you then.

“See ya, Matty.”

We hang up and I hop in the shower to clean up from a rough night. I was out late as usual, beating up the stray thug and would be rapist. Everything was normal until a band of ninjas came at me and nearly took me out. Yes. I said ninjas. Ninjas in New York. Sounds like a terrible straight to DvD movie a day-care would have, but never play because they’ve gotten too many complaints from parents. Regardless, ninjas in New York. Very dangerous. I don’t recommend engaging them when they come anywhere near you. I just barely got out of there before the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen showed up to take them down. I stuck around just long enough to watch him take a couple of guys to the ground, err, roof. He had a sort of covering over his face. It covered everything from the tip of his nose up. As dark as it was, there’s no way he would have been able to see through the fabric, let alone take out the number of men he did with the sheer skill with which he did it. In that lighting and with the cover over his face, he had to have been blind. But that begs the question, if he is blind, then how did he do it? Who could have that sort of skill set?

My train of thought continues as I get out of the shower, towel dry my body and hair, get dressed and even as I’m leaving my apartment.

This entire occurrence has to be one of the absolute weirdest and most awe inspiring things I’ve seen during my night shift. Hell’s Kitchen certainly is a holding tank for weirdos. Regardless of the number of weirdos in my city, I am definitely glad the Devil showed up when he did. If he hadn’t I might be a murder scene right now. Still, where did he come from? There were no reports of

It’s not long till I’m approaching the front gates of the cathedral. Matt is already there, cocking his head like he does when he’s listening to something really intently.

“Hey there, Mr. Big Time Lawyer Man, how goes the big time law work?” I call.

“Oh you know, just big time law work in a dinky big time law firm that Foggy and I founded ourselves.” He says, turning in the direction of my voice.

“It’s good to see you, Matty.” I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders in a hug.

“It’s good to see you too, (Y/N).” He says, hugging me back.

“Ooh, a comedian and a lawyer.” I pull away from him and poke his nose gently. “How is it that you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“I can’t see myself with any of the women I meet.”

“Shit’s getting old, Matt.” I snort.

“Yeah yeah, I know, but no one else lets me get away with it like you do.” A grin spreads across his features.

“That is true.” I nod, offering him my arm. “You ready to go?”

“Of course.” He nods, gently grasping my bicep. “Caffeinate me, baby.”

“See, it’s stuff like that that made everyone think we were dating.” I chuckle.

“Are we really back on this topic again?” He asks.

“Oh we’re always on this topic, Matt. Always.”

“Good to know we can just pick up where we leave off.”

“Perks of being such good, long time and stubborn friends.” We walk down the street, headed in the direction of the best coffee joint in Hell’s Kitchen. “We could probably pick up where we left off on a conversation from fifteen years ago and it would be like no time has passed.”

“In that case, how could you ever think that the second generation of pokemon was better than the first?” He questions.

“Hey, don’t question my choices blind boy, the series just went downhill after the third generation, it was the last season and game before the beginning of the end.” I argue. “They’ve got a living chandelier now.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, not to mention a walking bag of garbage. Do you wanna know what it’s evolution is?”

“Do I even want to know?”

“It’s like the contents of the dumpster behind Josie’s bar came to life.”

“Gross.”

“Yeah. Exactly!” I cry. “Why do you even care about me liking the second generation better than the first anyways? You couldn’t even watch it!”

“Just to piss you off, (Y/N).” He says, laughing quietly. “Just to piss you off.”

“Good to know we never moved past that point in our relationship.” Matt just grins at me in response.

When we make it to the cafe we order our drinks and just talk. We talk about anything and everything. He tells me about Foggy and Karen and how all three of them ended up working together. I talked to him about working at the shitty bank down the street and the weird people I see come and go every single day. We talk about the time we’ve been away, what we’ve done, what we’ve learned and who we’ve dated. As far as I can tell, he’s the same old Matt Murdock, but I know better than that. Something about him has changed, I can feel it, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. I shrug it off as we near the end of our visit and he has me walk him home.

“Do you want to come up?” He asks.

“Nah, I can’t.” I answer, trying to keep my breathing and heart rate normal, just in case his hearing is strong enough to tell I’m lying. “I’ve got a work thing. It’s super important, otherwise I would try to get out of it,”

“Alright.” He nods.

“It was really great visiting with you, Matty.” I pull him into a strong hug. “I’ve missed having you around.”

“I’ve missed you too, (Y/N).” He says hugging me back briefly before letting go of me. “We should do this again some time.”

“Maybe I can meet your friends next time.” He nods as he walks up stoop, waving goodbye to me. “See ya later, Murdock.”

-Three hours later-

I sit, crouched on a rooftop, waiting for some sign of wrongdoing going on in the city. It seems like a pretty slow night so far. No one’s tried to jump, rape or rob anyone so far, and no ninjas have showed up yet so I’m pretty bored. What’s the point of hero-ing if no one needs to be saved.

With a heavy sigh, I heft myself up from my spot, ready to leave, when I hear a light ‘thump’ alerting me to a newcomer on the roof. I turn around slowly to find the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen behind me.

This ought to be fun. I think.

I slowly approach him, looking him up and down, taking in his stance, posture and the sort of aura he lets off. Everything about this man is familiar, and suddenly I can piece everything together.

“Since when are you in the vigilante business, Murdock?” I question. “Thought you were blind, kid.”

“How do you know who I am?” He says, cocking his head to the side.

“You seriously can’t tell?” I ask. He shakes his head, ‘no’, and I sigh. “I thought you were better at the whole “listening to people” thing. Can’t you recognize my voice?”

“(Y/N)?” He says incredulously. “How did you know?”

“Something about you seemed different when we met for coffee today. Something about you changed.” I explain. “It also helps that I realized the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was blind after he saved me the other night.”

“So you’re The Shadow the street thugs have been talking about?”

“That’s what they’re calling me?” I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “I didn’t know I’d made a name for myself.”

“From what I’ve heard you’ve taken down street crime by fifteen percent since december.” He says. I can hear the slight smirk in his voice.

“What can I say?” I shrug. “I just really kick ass.”

“How’d you come to be “The Shadow”?” He asks, putting my alias in air quotes.

“A little over a year after you left for college I started training with someone. Sick, stubborn old bastard, but he was good.” I explain. “He told me about a previous student of his. No one after him seemed to make a good impression on him. Something tells me you were that student.”

“You trained with Stick?” He sounds almost angry.

“Yeah.” I nod, folding my arms across my chest. “He left after a year or so to go find someone else to fail him. Once he was gone, something made me want to try to help clean up the city or something. So, here I am.”

“Stick abandoned you too, huh?”

“Yeah, but who needs him anyways?” I turn back to look out over the rooftops. “Dude sucks.”

“Very astute, (Y/N).” He says, coming to stand at my side.

“Don’t use lawyer talk with me, Matty, I only went to community college.” Suddenly he cocks his head, clearly hearing something I can’t. “What is it?”

“Gang a few blocks over.” He answers. “I can’t quite tell what they’re doing.”

“Well, duty calls.” I smirk and take a few steps back before sprinting forwards and leaping across the gap between two buildings.

“This could be the beginning of a very strenuous partnership.” Matt mutters before following after me.

“Don’t be like that, Matty.” I say. “You’re never gonna get rid of me. I’m you’re new shadow, right?”

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The first pride was a riot, more specifically a riot against police violence. Trans women of colour like Marsha P. Johnson paved the way for the celebration of pride today. You cannot celebrate your pride this month, or any month if you aren’t also supporting Black Lives Matter and the riots going on against police violence right now. Us white LGBTQ+ need to stand up for our black siblings and their rights, their struggles. We need to amplify their voices and show any support we can.Hey! Better yet, reblog this version:

Extensive BLM Google doc including places to donate to, education resources, etc

List of 75 things white people can do right now

Simple way to donate to the cause if you have no money to

Spoilers for Stange New Worlds S02E01

I'm just wondering about Pike's reaction when someone told him what happend. You basically take 3 day's off to do some important shit and your crew steals your ship, (tbh he is probably not surprised about it) your first officer almost starts a war with Klingons (this seems to be a family trait for them), gets drunk, hires new chief science officer and hangover calls Admiral April in the meantime two of your subordinates who are essential personel take some green drug juice and almost freeze to death in space escaping Klingons and it's only on day one. I haven't written fanfiction since High school especially in English because it's not my first language but for this I may try 😅

NEW ‘DOCTOR STRANGE’ POSTERS RELEASED!